Shirley's Short Stories

Imaginative writing #1

I just started writing this after I woke up with a weird dream. It's all purely fictional, obviously.

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"Hey you! Are you Delvine Simmons?"
"Who's asking?" I replied without turning around.
The voice turned even more irritating. "Are you Delvine Simmons?"
"Who's asking?" I repeated, nonplussed.
A hand which I supposed belonged to the voice landed on my shoulder and forcefully spun me around. I could now put an irritated face to the irritated voice.
A girl, obviously older than me by a year or two. Shorter than me however, but she was definitely wider than me.
"Do you think you're so smart?" I swear she almost snarled. Any more and she would breath fire from her nostrils.
"Is that a trick question?"
Her eyes, if possible, narrowed even more. And she proceeded to look like the most irritated human on the planet.
"Do you know who I am?" She stated in a taunting manner, placing a hand on her almost flabby hip.
"I believe I asked you who you were earlier." I repressed a sigh. I had some business to do in town, and this girl was wasting my time.
"Yeah. Well I'm Zeke's girlfriend." My left eyebrow rose slightly.
"And I should care why?"
Zeke was a, mutual friend so to speak. A very good friend of one of my friends. I knew him, but we didn't even live in the same city so obviously I never talked to him.
"I've heard from reliable sources that you're trying to steal him from me." She crossed her arms in front of her in a manner which she thought was threatening. Truthfully it made her look like a pumpkin.
This had me laughing. I mean come on, I don't even exchange two sentences with the guy, and here they were accusing me of trying to snag him. Ridiculous! "Listen sugar," I paused. "I don't know who your sources are, but they've got it wrong."
"Don't lie. Girls like you think they can get any man they want." Her hands were now balling into fists. And from the corner of my eyes I could see two other girls (equally plumpy) make their way to 'Zeke's girlfriend'.
They came here to beat me up hmm?
"Okay look. I'm not trying to start any trouble here. I'm just genuinely confused of the situation." I raised both my hands up as a sign of misunderstanding. "So please do explain to me what the hell you want from me."
"I want you looking like a bloody pulp."
She swung at me.
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One hour later.

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"Hello Wendy. It's Delvine. I called to ask if you could give me Zeke Peterson's number." I glanced down at my watch for the third time. And for the third time squinted in annoyance at the now broken face of my new watch. Fuck! A damn new watch, and a gift too.
Wendy recited the 8 digits and I wrote them down with my stylus. "Thanks."
Engaging the call, I immediately entered the newly acquired digits, punching them into the screen with more force than necessary. It's not like it mattered, my phone screen was also cracked in three separate places. Another damn new and expensive gift.
I tapped my fingers in annoyance on the car wheel as the phone rang. It went to voice-mail after six rings. Cursing a long and colourful stream of profanities, I redialed the number. My impatience on the verge of my control.
This time the phone was answered on the third ring.
"Who's this?" Came the male voice on the other side.
"If you're at home, come outside and you'll know." I replied, already knowing that he was home. I just couldn't go to his house to fetch him myself. Not whilst looking the way I did.
"Okay..." Through the phone I could hear him moving, and I saw movement from the living room (I assume) window.
I ended the call and waited as he came outside the front door and looked around confused, phone still in his hand. I was parked on the other end of the street, facing the open end of the one way street.
He caught sight of the vehicle, and he must've recognised it, because he immediately started walking towards the Land Cruiser. I opened the passenger door as he drew close.
When he finally saw my face, he broke into a smile. "Delvine. What are you doi..." His voice drifted off as he caught the hard look on my face.
"Please get in the car, Zeke." I stated, my voice monotonous.
"Why would I do that?"
"I'll tell you why on the road. Please get in the car quickly, we have to go to the hospital." I placed my hand to the keys and started the car.
"The hospital? What happened?"
"Get in the damn car Zeke! I said I'd explain on the way." We weren't exactly friends, so I wasn't sure how he would react to me loosing my temper. But I knew better than to think he would tag along if I didn't make amends. "Look I'm sorry. It's been a real shitty day. So please, get in the car. I promise I'll explain the reason for my sudden appearance and request."
He considered for a moment then nodded. "Let me just inform my-"
"I already informed your parents. They're waiting for us." That seemed to get his attention. Hoisting himself up, he slid gracefully into the seat. And I wasted no time accelerating out of the neighbourhood.