A Table for Two?

The Messages

Chapter 20:

I don't know what I was thinking. Cinderella stories just don't happen to a scrawny Hispanic boy like me. I bet there aren't even Cinderella stories ever, because its too good to become true. Maybe there are. But then why didn't I have mine.....

Waking up Saturday was truly painful, in the fact that I felt pain throughout my body. My hands were extremely sore, especially my fingers. I felt like going back to bed, but I saw the time as 12:30. I leaped of my head, as I squinted from my enormous headache. I walked slowly to my dresser, checking to see my phone. There, I saw the problem.

58 messages: Valerie

I put my phone in my pocket, not even attempting to read the messages. It was useless, knowing I would just get even more angry.

I walked over to the bathroom, as the light blinded my eyes. Around my eyes were crusted up tears, dried up during the night. I regained my eyesight as I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I didn't notice my hands, until I was about to wash them. They looked bruised up, some my hand purple from bruises and cuts. It was painful to see, but I washed them anyway. I felt a little sting, but I continued to wash them until they were clean.

I walked downstairs, and didn't hear the tv on or the sound of steam when my mom makes coffee. When I entered the kitchen, I found a note placed on the kitchen counter. It read:

Going for groceries, make your own breakfast- love mom

I found that mean but reasonable, because we were running low on food. I went to the pantry, and grabbed a loaf of bread and some eggs out of the refrigerator. I knew how to make an omelet, since my mom taught me how to when I was in my sophomore year. It was quite hard at first, but then I got the hang of it later on. I cracked two eggs in a bowl and started to stir them. I then put them in a pan so they could cook. I was almost done, until I heard a song.

My favorite song.

Coming from my phone.

I knew who it was.

I ignored it, dancing to the ringtone since I liked it. When it ended, I put the freshly Cooke omelet on a plate and grabbed a loaf of bread. When I sat down, I heard the ringtone again. This time, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I looked at it and there it read:

Valerie.

Of course. I turned the noise off my phone and put it back in my pocket. I was ignoring her. Like what she did to me last night. I took that out of my head, and I then gobbled my omelet and bread. When I was finished, I put the plates in the sink. When I was washing the plates, I was so eager to look at my phone. I wanted to so bad, but I kept remembering about yesterday. When I finished the dishes, I couldn't help it. I took my phone out of my pocket and something new appeared.

10 missed calls: Valerie

I looked at my phone. I held it real tight, feeling like breaking it. I wanted to throw my phone to another state, never ever wanting to see those messages ever. But one day I will I have to read it. Because Monday I'll be seeing her face again. Her beautiful face. And amazing personality. And soft hands.....

I slapped myself then. Slapped myself right in the face. Smacked it harder than how Juan does it. I felt the ringing sensation fill up around my face. It stung, as if a bowling ball hit me square in the face. I held my face, rubbing it softly to let the pain go away. But it never did. I walked towards the couch, instantly flopping onto the smooth, light couch. I sank into it, still feeling the pain on my face.

And then my phone rang.

Again.

I threw my phone across the room.