Trapped [H.S]

Chapter 3: You're Creepy!

Chapter 3: You’re Creepy!

“Do you need a ride?” Harry asks as we walk towards the parking lot.

“No thanks.” I say as politely as possible and then my eyes flicker to the OJ bottle in his hand. “And I’d like that back, please.” I say putting my hand out so he could hand the bottle to me. He shrugs and hands the bottle to me. I quickly open the bottle and throw its lid in the bin next to the parking lot entrance. I gulp down as fast as I can. OJ is to me like spinach is to Popeye. You do remember Popeye, right? Popeye the sailor mannnn.... Yeah, him.

i steal a glance at Harry while gulping down the juice. He looks at me like I have grown another head. I probably look like a thirsty old guy who was trapped in Sahara desert for a long time. But I can’t do anything about it. I am completely, one hundred percent addicted to OJ. It’s not even funny. It’s like people being addicted to stuff like weed, marijuana. Yeah, I’m attractive. Not.

I stop after I finish half of the bottle and he still looks at me with a very weird, unpleasant, shocked expression. Way to go Jennifer! You just scared the living daylights out of the poor guy. He opens his mouth to say something but before he could utter a word I cut in, “Sorry about that, uh, I and OJ are in a very serious relationship. So yeah.” I say and he just shrugs. Yup, hundred percent scared. His next words take me by surprise, “Yeah, I can understand. It happens with me too, you know, I’m an apple juice lover.” He says hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. This boy is just adorable. I fight the urge to say ‘aw’ and pull his cheeks.

“Tell me something about you, your likes and dislikes.” He says out of the blue.

“Why?” I blurt out and continue, “You do realize that you are a big time creep, don’t you? Let’s start off with questions like, how do you know me? or how long have you been stalking me? or who the heck are you? yeah?” I ask leaning against the hood of my dad’s baby.

“Okay.” He says and continues after a small pause. “I’ve known you for a day, I just saw you and you’re really pretty so yeah. I’ve been stalking you for a day and I don’t mind stalking you for the rest of my life too. I am Harry. I think I answered all your questions, how about you answer mine now?” he finishes leaving me completely stunned. If he’s been stalking me just for a day then he sure does have a lot of stalking talent.

“What questions?” I ask taking another gulp of my orange juice.

“How old are you? Do you go to school? Do you like pizza? What do you hate the most? What do you love the most? Wha-“

“Woah. Woah! That’s a lot of questions man! Why are you so interested in what I like or what i do.” I ask not understanding why would a boy who looks like that, would go for a girl like me? like seriously I do nothing but eat, sleep and tweet. Well I do go on runs but, yeah whatever.

“I just want to know you, I guess.” He shrugs. “We could be friends, you know or maybe even more than that.” He adds.

“Yeah, about that, not gonna happen.” I say and fish out keys from my pocket.

“So you have a boyfriend.” He states and I turn to look at him. is it weird that I think he looks hurt and jealous? I suddenly feel bad for him and I don’t even know why.

“I’m eighteen, school ended a week ago. I am taking an year off. I love pizza. I hate when people lie, but nobody’s perfect. I sometimes lie too. I love my family the most and also orange juice. And no, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t date.” I say and he somewhat looked relieved, satisfied with my answer.

“Why don’t you date?” he asks with a confused look.

I sigh “Because I don’t want to be someone’s toy. Something really bad happened to my best friend when we were fifteen and that’s when I learned my lesson. So yeah, I never really had a boyfriend. I guess I just don’t trust boys. I mean, they are cool as friends but for stuffs like this, I have my guards up.” I shrug and unlock the car.

“You know, not all boys are like that.” He says with innocence filled in his eyes.

“Oh really?” I say arching an eyebrow at him. “Yeah.” He responds scratching the back of his head. He looks so cute when he does that.

“Anyways, it was nice meeting you Harry. I need to get back home.” I say and open the car door but he grabs my arm to stop me from sitting in. “See you around?” he asks with expectant eyes. As much as I wanted to say no. But I just couldn’t. “Yeah, see you around.” I smile at him and he returns the smile, so genuine, so innocent. Maybe what he said was true. Maybe not all boys are bad.

I reach home and walk as fast as I can towards my bedroom. But I knew my escape plan failed badly when I heard my father’s voice, “Jennifer Stone! I want you down right now!” ugh.

“Yes daddy?” I ask walking up to him giving him a big smile with wide eyes.

“Oh, no! You don’t dare go all innocent on me, young lady!” he points a finger at me and I hold a hand near my heart indicating that I’m hurt. And he just slumps his shoulders down giving me a bored expression. Yeah, not going to work today.

“You didn’t even ask for my permission before taking my baby for a ride.” And I gasp loudly.

“Daddy, I did ask for permission.”

“No! You took advantage of me working and you took it before I could protest. I understand all your games.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“But daddy.” I say and pout making puppy dog eyes. Now this has to work. This always works!

“Not working.” Dammit!

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. Now can I please go my room and sleep?” I ask, yawning.

  “Yeah fine” thank god. “Um, you bought OJ right? Where is it?” I turn and smirk at him. I know he needs OJ just as much as I do.

“I get to take your car out tonight and you get OJ. Deal?” and his mouth drops. He looks at me with disbelief. “Come on, dad. I don’t have all day. Make a choice.” He narrows his eyes at me but then pouts.

After about twenty seconds he gives in. “Fine! But one scratch on my baby and you will be grounded for a week.”

“Yay!” I squeak and hug him. “thank you, dad! Here.” I hand him the bottle of OJ.

Note: Jennifer has a car too, but she loves driving her father’s car because it is an Audi R8. Now you know why he calls his car his ‘baby’