Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

13

Fuck school.

After what had happened in the hallway, I went straight to Starbucks and told all my problems to the cashier.

I always do that but he sometimes doesn't seem to listen..

He either looks around trying to make the situation he was in not so awkward.

Of course it was awkward.

I was yelling at him for God's sake, and not because he messed up my order.

Anyways... I bought me a frappé and just sat there beside the window for about three hours, watching people coming in and out.

I sipped my frappé here and there and checked my Instagram from now to then.

But I couldn't help thinking about Osvaldo.

I mean he was absolutely beautiful, his bluish-green eyes and perfect pearly whites and perfect hair.

I'm not about to get my ass smashed by Tristan. (Not in that way)

No no no.

If he does try to get in my pants, who knows what will happen to my poor cherry pie.

And plus... He's a playboy.

Playboy's don't come back.

My cherry pie would be completely ruined and he won't take his time trying to fix it up either.

Once he's gone with my virginity, he's gone forever.

And that's not the first time either.

A guy stole my first kiss and I never saw him again.

I mean of course I kind of enjoyed it, and he was drunk and I was sober and it was a kissing game at a party, and I didn't know what to do, so when things like this happens...

I don't know what to do.

Some one plops down in the chair before me, causing all of my thoughts to halt.

I look up from the table to see a pair of chocolate brown orbs.

Jake?

"Jake? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm here to inform you that your ass is supposed to be at school."

"But.."

"No buts, I haven't got time for your bullshit, and do you know how long it took me to find you? I was making my way to your house until I passed here and saw your ass, sitting right there in that chair. Care to explain yourself?"

I sigh and stand.

"I believe that I don't have to explain myself to you or no one else. Good day." I turn on heel sharply and start towards the door.

Nope. I thought I was heading to the door until I noticed that I was right back in my chair.

What the hell?

"Now explain."

"Who the hell do you think you are!? My father!? I'm pretty sure he left a long time ago." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Jenna, we both know very well that I am not your father, but I would like an explanation as to why you're here and not at school."

Should I explain to him or not?

"Don't do that." He says, pulling my lip from my teeth.

Huh?

"Why not?"

"Because you're making me have the hots for you." He focuses in on my lip and stares for a while.

I smirk.

He looks back up into my eyes.

An emotion I don't know swirls around in his eyes, making my heart skip a beat.

In an instant it's all gone.

"Let's get going, shall we?"

I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

"Fine."

Jake smiles and I fight the one that begin to fall across my lips.

He stands and walks away.

I stand and follow after him like a sick puppy.

He turns to look back at me over his shoulder.

"You might want to fix your hair because it's a bit messy." He says, pointing to my messy bun.

I slap his shoulder.

"Ouch. What was that for?" He says, rubbing the spot I hit him.

"For being dumb." I walk past him.

"I insure you that I am never dumb and in this case you are the du-"

"Yeah, yeah, for skipping, I know."

I exit the swing through doors and sigh.

"You're going with me in my car." Jake says, pulling out his car keys.

"What about mine?"

"I don't want to be seen in that." He says, pointing at my Toyota.

"Why? Too ugly for you?"

"No. The color is hideous." He says, walking off towards his car.

I gasp.

"I believe that Betsy's color is completely fine." I say, trailing after him.

"Betsy? Who gives cars that kind of name?"

"People who are considerate."

We stop as soon as we make it to his Mustang.

"And what do you call your car?"

"Patrica."

I snort.

"What? I believe Patrica is a way better name than Betsy. No offense to you and that hideous car. I believe you've gotten your naming skills from your parents."

I gasp again, clearly insulted.

"You asshole! I'm not getting in that car with you." I cross my arms over my chest, turn sharply on my heel, and walk off to my car.

I squeal when my feet get lifted off the ground.

I'm thrown into the passenger side of the Jake's car.

I huff in anger.

"Awe Jenna. It'll be okay." He starts to laugh evilly before starting his car.

He swerves out of the parking lot and on to the road.

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Alright... I think this is going well...

Well... Well enough I guess.

What do you guys think?