What the fuck was that all about? I ask myself as I put my key through the keyhole. He, all of a sudden, starts talking to me and wants to go out on a DATE? What the hell?
I'm grateful that he asked me out though and I'm actually looking forward to it.
I take a shower and wash up for bed. Questions still run through my mind until my face hits the pillow and I fall into a deep, much-needed sleep.
***
I wake up and turn over. I look at my clock and realize it is 10:30. It is unlike me to sleep in for so long, I am a morning person.
I grunt and pull my phone up from under my pillow. I have 16 messages and 4 missed calls from Kayla. All containing the words, 'where are you, are you okay, rose text me back, pick up the god damn phone'
I text her back quickly telling her that Jack took me home and to stop freaking out.
Less than 30 seconds later she texts me back, 'Starbucks, NOW. we have a lot to talk about'
Uhgg. I put on a pair of leggings and a big sweatshirt and walk to Starbucks. It is only 3 blocks away so it doesn't take long till I am there.
Kayla is already there, sitting at a small black wire table with a venti double chocolatey chip frappe in her left hand.
I sit in front of her and she has a eager look on her face.
"Spill," she tells me.
YOU ARE READING
Guardian
Teen FictionA troubled small town girl moves to San Francisco and she makes friends with Jack. What she doesn't know is that Jack has a lot of secrets. Secrets that he is about to reveal.
