DEVUÉLVEME MI CORAZÓN(Joel Pimentel/CNCO)

Chapter 16 : Tortelini & Gummy Bears

-Jade-

The following morning I had the biggest bags under my eyes.

He kissed me. He kissed me.

I wasn't able to suppress back my smile, remembering how Joel hadn't slept with anyone last night.

He slept alone! What a miracle!

The reason behind it? How was I supposed to know? All I knew was that he'd slept with no one. No Cindy-whore or Ginger-Thot-a-Rabano.

After thinking about this, the first thing I wanted to do, was creep up on him, and watch him from my window, but I stopped myself before messing up again, and instead, took a shower.

Wouldn't want him to think I stank like a skunk.

The rest of the day seemed to be going pretty slow.

My parents had left early in the morning, apparently my mom needed butt therapy, she said it was because of her age that she'd broken her butt.

Scared I'd burn the house down to ashes, due to my horrible cooking skills, and die intoxicated, I decided it was better to go with the original PB and J sandwich for lunch, I didn't want to risk it.

I mean, I still had to stalk Joel, I couldn't die yet.

Because who needs cooking when you've got Peanut butter?!

I took a picture of my sexy sandwich, and posted it with the caption :
" #winging my way through life  ;) "

The house felt awfully empty. Or it could've just been my heart, either way it pretty much sucked.

I realized, that one thing I was starting to dislike about my weekends, was not getting a note from him.

My secret admirer.

He had this way of making me feel special, even when I felt just like drowning my face in a puddle of melted jello.

I headed upstairs and found a black shoe box that read Guess in my mom's closet.

I dumped out the new pair of red pumps inside, and stole her box.

Well borrowed....without future plans of returning.

I placed each and every one of the notes inside the box, and hid it under the safety of my bed, where no one would ever find it.

Mwhuahahaha. Take that my beloved nosy parents.

But first I reread every note, the writer's handwriting was way neater than mine, and I felt ashamed just by reading.

With every note, he awoke this tingly feeling inside me.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of a Teenage boy Poet, in the 21st century?

I decided I didn't care if he was that ugly orange - bridge troll from Dora The Explorer, or handsome as that white boy who sings "youth" , with his plump lips and all.

I needed to know who he was, to hear his voice, to see him.

I was determined to find him.

***

I was putting on some extra deodorant, when I heard his car outside.

I grabbed two water bottles and my small bag, that was strapped across vertically, before rushing outside.

I locked the door, and started making my way towards his car.