ROSES & THORNES

Heated

What the hell was wrong with me. That whole panic attack thing was not me. I sat on my bed starring at his number. My palms were sweaty and every time I thought of hitting call, my stomach did this weird flippy thing. It was strange, I wasn't use to this kind of thing. Guys were usually the last thing I worried about, but now...now I didn't know what on earth was wrong with me.

My mom peaked through my door and I'd nearly jumped out of my skin. "Mom! Privacy?!"

"Geez calm down, what are you practicing AL Cida in here or something?"

I laughed shakily as she sat down on my bed. "Sorry."

She brushed a hair from my face. "How was it?" She wrung her hands anxiously awaiting my answer. My parents were both dying for me to like it here.

"Honestly...It wasn't that bad. Well, it was less sucky then I thought it would be."

She hugged me. "See, I knew you would come around."

I cut my eyes. She was getting up to leave when i jumped to ask her a question. "Hey mom. How do you know if you might..." I couldn't even say the words. They were just to unbelievable. "Never mind."

My heart rate peeked as I listened to it ring. I knew he wouldn't pick up. I don't even know why- "Hello?"

His voice was rougher, and I had to admit, a bit sexy over the phone. "Abercrombie?"

He laughed. "I knew you would call. Sup Eleanor?"

"Oh nothing. Just wondering why I bothered to call. Must have been pretty bored." Keep calm, keep calm.

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Bored enough to go out for Ice cream?"

"Dying actually."

"Good then. I'll be there in ten."

"You don't know where I live." I could feel myself smiling.

"I wouldn't be to sure Eleanor." He didn't give me time to respond before hanging up.

My face hurt from smiling so much. I quickly ran over to my closet, hunting for something I deemed more suitable. I left my shirt but exchanged the jeans for a pair of shorts that wore cut so low the whites of the pockets showed. I threw on some combats and called it a day.

"Hey, mom. Is it okay if I go out for a bit?"

Both my parents looked up at me with surprise. "U-uh...sure! Yeah, go right ahead! Do you need the car?" My father stumbled.

"No, it's fine." I turned to walk away.

"Well are you walking? It's choking out there."

"No, no. Someone's coming to pick me up."

"Ohhh. Someone." My mother winked.

"S-someone, who's this someone?" My dad stuttered.

"No one. He's just a friend."

"Oh! And it's a he. Go on and have fun."

"Not too much fun!" My dad added.

I rolled my eyes and rushed out front. No way was I going to be picked apart by them.

Jeb was coming down my street moments later. His black mustang gleamed in the sun. I walked slowly down through my front gate. He stepped one foot out of the car and smiled at me. My stomach did that weird flippy thing again. I put on my best smile without freaking out.