It's Only the Beginning

Chapter 7: Sorry

Kylie's POV

It was Saturday and I had nothing to do. Usually I would be hanging out with Kelly but she was having a mother-daughter day and my whole family was gone, dad on a business trip, mom on vacation with her girlfriends and Matty, my little bro, was spending the weekend at his friends house.

I was usually fine with staying home alone but when I had watched almost all our movies and read all my books by noon Saturday, I was ready to kill someone. I think I seriously might be losing my mind. The whole thing with Taylor and Jake had been replaying in my head since yesterday. Kelly ended up getting mad at me because she couldn't squeeze what had happened out of me, I didn't want her to know about Jake and I, cause then she would need details and I wasn't ready to give them to her, or anyone.

I finally rolled out of my bed and turned off my TV, deciding to go for a run. If I didn't do anything soon I was actually going to go crazy. I quickly changed into sweats and my tye-dye sweatshirt, pulled my hair back into a very messy ponytail and headed outside.

I turned to lock the door behind me, checking to make sure I had my key in my pocket before turning around.

What. The Fu . . . ?

In my beautifully cut yard, thanks to my dad, a million forks were stuck in a pattern that spelled out "I'm So Sorry!" If I didn't clean this up immediately my dad would have my head, but then again he wasn't coming home until tomorrow. Who would've done this? It couldn't have been Jake because he's not that type of guy. So who was it?

I mean it could be possible that someone had said something that had offended me and they wanted to say sorry. Or maybe it was Jenna Collins, she had spiked a volleyball straight into my face last week, I was out for about two minutes, Jenna is the kind of person who would do that!

I decided to clean up the whole fork mess once I was done with my little run, as for now, it can stay there for all my neighbors to see. Plugging my headphones into my ears I started running, running usually always clears my mind, pretty well anyway.

But right now I just couldn't shake the image of Jake and Taylor all over each other, my blood boiled when I thought about it. But why was I so mad? I knew Jake was the official school player and hottie so why should I be mad if I knew all the girls wanted him anyway? Nothing made me special, there were so many other girls with better bodies and prettier faces at our school. I had no chance.

After about two hours of random running around my neighborhood I finally made it back to my house, only to find that all the forks were gone! Maybe some homeless guy needed forks or something. Oh well, he had more use to them than I did anyway. I unlocked the door and slugged inside, ploppimg down on the couch and turning on the TV.

Family Guy was on and since it was one of my favorite shows I decided to sit back and relax while watching the whole marathon of thirteen episodes. I was snapped out of my laughing fit when a sudden bang on the door caught my attention. I had been watching TV for about four hours, wow I was really lazy, maybe another run would help again, but it was getting really dark.

"Uh . . ." I said as I opened the door. A pizza guy was standing there holding one box of pizza. "I think you have the wrong house?" I said gesturing to the pizza.

"Are you Kylie?" The young man asked, flashing a straight white smile at me.

"Ya . . . ?" I was unsure on whether to say yes or no? What the hell was going on?

"Then I think I have the right place," he said handing me the pizza and turning to walk off.

"Wait! You can't just give me a free pizza! I don't want this!!!" I yelled at him as he was getting into his car.

"Don't worry, its already paid for!" He said getting into the car and backing up down the driveway. "Enjoy!" He called out as he drove off. I stood at the door for a second, slightly pissed and still surprised at what had just happened.

"Well thanks a lot asshole," I mumbled as I slammed the door shut and heading into the kitchen, dropping the pizza on the counter. Since I had the pizza here anyway I guess I would just enjoy eating it, after checking to see if it was poisoned!

I'm so sorry, please just call me

Jake.

What. The, Hell! I slammed the lid of the pizza cardboard box shut and stomped off into the living room. If he thought that just a few plastic forks and a pizza saying sorry was enough, he was soooooo wrong! Besides I had better things to do! Like watch movies and be a lazy ass.

Ugh I was being silly, just pick up the phone and call Jake! I held the phone in my hands and waited for a few minutes until I finally got up the nerves to call Jake.

After the first ring Jake picked up.

"H-hey," I mumbled.

"Hey," he whispered back. "Um, could I come over?"