The Danger in Discovery

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

When I wake in the morning I find my mom sitting at the kitchen table with her breakfast and that damn business card that that creep put in my jacket.

"Mom, why do you have that?" I asked as I pointed to the card while taking a seat across from her.

"Well I thought I was doing you a favor by taking care of your jacket and then this fell out, my question is, why do you have it?" She said.

I looked at the card foolishly and then explained that the creep gave it to me and that it was really none of her concern. She didn't release a response for some time and then randomly said, "Well. . . have you given it any thought?"

Dumbfounded I placed both my hands on the table in a fold and open my mouth in surprise.

"No? Why would I have?. . . That guy was a creep and was being a 'creep' by giving me that card!" I said with a little bit to much attitude making my mother exhale sharply.

"Ava," she said quietly "I don't know why you don't think more highly of yourself, you're beautiful and I'm sure that guy was being serious when he gave you this and not just being a 'creep'. . . I really think you should give it some thought."

I sighed at her response and got up from the table, grabbing the card and making my way to my room to get ready for school. I placed the card in my trash can hoping that my mother wouldn't find it and that we wouldn't have to have such a silly conversation again.

The school day goes by slowly, like it usually always done, reminding me that I live a big redundant piece of boring shit life. All I ever do is wake up, go to school, go home, do my homework, go to bed and repeat. I have a friend, don't get me wrong, but we're both always concerned about our studies. The most we do outside of that is hang out on the weekends and catch a movie or something. Sense I've yet to get a job, my "hanging out" money is limited to the allowance money my parents give me every two weeks. Not much of a lifestyle.

I sit in my last hour, secretly eyeing all of the other kids, noticing how they look so at ease with their lives. You've got you're normal kids of course who live a life of whatever they feel like at the moment, and then of course you got them classic popular people. And of course, because I am just so lucky, one of the most "popular" girls in my junior class is in not only just my last hour but the first two classes of my day as well. She catches me glancing at her and gives me, I'd have to say one of the most gorgeous, which is impossible, stink eyes ever. She lets out a cocky sigh and then starts whispering to her friend sitting next to her. Oh great, I think to myself, if my week wasn't going crazy enough, now I've pissed off miss Skyler Watson herself. Joy, joy. . . fucking joy! I sit impatient and aggravated waiting for the day to end, when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. A voice mail, of course its just a voice mail because the call probably went straight there sense I never have any service to receive a call. I wait for the last 5 minutes of class to finish then rush out into the hallway to retrieve the message. It starts out with a number I don't recognize and then a male voice. . . that voice, the creep!

"Hello darling, it's me Roger Thompson, you know that ass whole who hit you're father yesterday and then rudely tried to pick you up as a model soon after. Well listen, I apologize for my rude behavior and now you may be asking yourself how it is I got your number and the answer is, that your mother called me. She said you were interested in at least learning a little more about my industry and that I should give you a call to set up an appointment. Well sense I got your voice mail there really is no point in you calling me back as I've said all that I've needed to, lets just say you stop by tomorrow at 5, same address as on the card I gave you, and if you show up, then you do, if not. . . then that damn well sucks. I'll see you when I see you, bye dear." The message ends and I'm left standing in the middle of the school hallway with my mouth hanging open in complete and utter shock.

You've got to be kidding me! I'm pissed at my mother and feel betrayed at the same time, but for some reason I don't understand, I'm also exited. Maybe he really is interested in me. . . this could open so many doors. But who am I kidding. . . I'm no model, Skyler on the other hand is, he really should be contacting her.