Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter14: At yours Jazzi

Hanna's pov :-

"Hello", his raspy sleeping voice is freeing it self from the phone to get out and tackle my eardrum with its exhaustion.

I regret calling him so late at night. Tom was probably peacefully fast asleep before a freaking rude stranger disturbed his doze. The worst part of it is that I am the freaking rude stranger.

"Hello.. Tom, it's Hannah", I manage to say less awkwardly but unfortunately fail. My voice is shaky and slurry. "I am sorry for waking you up it's just-", I don't complete the shit I am talking, for it hit me.

Why would he care?? HE BARELY KNOW YOU HANNAH!

"Sorry, what??", he wants me to continue?! I am still surprised as to how didn't he just hung up.

"Ugh, never mind"

"No, Hannah, what? Is everything alright? "

"Oh don't worry... thanks for being concerned ", I actually don't know how to start this. "I just got out of a party ... and my ride-", I remember my ride! Bryan and his hot car! How can a hot guy drive a hot car! Shut up Hannah, you hate him remember?! He fucking broke your heart!

Focus, Hannah, the guy is still on the line!

"Oh sorry I kinda zoned out ", I add trying my best to sound not drunk. "My ride is kind of drunk and absent minded"

"Oh", what the heck! I thought I made my self clear enough and all what he can say is Oh.

"So, yeah... can you please drive me home?!", raising an eyebrow , I say instead of saying.

"I know I am rude, you don't have to point it out!", this would be clearer but will make me more embarrassed than I already am.

"Oh, okay- where are you?"

I look for anything distinguishable in the area. A café. Yeah there is a café.

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Only two minutes passed since my fucking phone call finished. I don't know if Tom is genuinely okay with it or is playing sweet!

Two other minutes.

Did he show up, Hannah?
No, he didn't.

Another two minutes followed others but Tom isn't here maybe just yet... or maybe he will never.

Fuck, my knees are getting heavy as well as my lightly ajar lids that frame my pupils. I sit down hugging my own body. My knees attract each other and so now they are so close to each other acting like two pivots. One of my elbows bends making the arm that holds it wrap around my knees protectively pulling them even closer. The other elbow bends on top of my knees creating a marvelous bed for my chin. My chin is buried behind my elbow bringing my nose on the bent perfect bed.

An engine dies. Four wheels stifle rolling. A light is added to the moon's and the street lamps'. My chin is so heavy that I can't break my gaze that is zeroed in on the grey dull asphalt. A pair of converse is added to the spot of asphalt I am eyeing. Finally I stretch my neck to look up at his lovely smile.

"Sorry for being late", he says. The skin beside his eyes wrinkles as his smile grows.

I can't hold my tongue to talk so I just nod putting a genuine smile on my Shrek like face. I break the fetus sitting position by attaching my palm to the cold pavement for support. Tom offers me a hand and I take it reluctantly.

The drive home was silent. And for the first time between me and Tom the silence weren't awkward at all.

"Thanks", I face him. His eyes are glued on the road outside. He steels a quick look at me and smiles.