I'm Special, Bitch!

Second first date

My phone was ringing. It seemed louder than I had actually set the ringtone, but it was still ringing! I moaned and reached for it. It took a couple of tries as my eyes were refusing to open. Last night I had come home really late and my head was still pounding. Stupid hangovers.

"Hello?" I mumbled and rubbed my face with my hands, my eyes still closed.

"Chy? Did I wake you?"

My eyes opened wide and I sat up straight. "Jayden?" Huh, I guess his voice was enough to get anyone out of a hangover.

I heard him chuckle. "You seem surprised."

I was. Of course I was. Slowly memories of yesterday came back…I remembered the kiss. Correction, kisses. The promise I had made to myself. Oh, God. "H-How did you get my number?"

"Oh, I only had to ask Jewel." He didn't sound as if he was surprised to hear the question.

I felt like strangling Jewel the moment I saw her, but tried to put the images of her blue and purple face out of my mind. "Oh." What the hell was wrong with me? Why the hell was I having these violent images?!I loved Jewel.

"Chyna?"

"Hmm?" My mind was still feeling guilty for having those images.

"Are you alright?" This time he sounded a little worried.

I shook my head to wake myself. "I'm sleepy," I said honestly.

"Of course you are. What time did you get home?" I could almost hear him smile. Was that possible? Hmm…maybe psychics could do it? Did that mean I was psychic?

I tried to remember. "If I recall correctly you gave me a lift."

Jayden chuckled. "Just checking if you remembered. You seemed a little drunk."

I smiled. He was underestimating it big time! "How could I forget?" It was a rhetorical question.

"It's ten, you just woke up right?" I guess Jayden knew my question hadn't required an answer.

I nodded, and then realizing he couldn't see me, I spoke. "Well, if you hadn't woken me up so rudely, I would still be sleeping." A yawn threatened but I forced it back.

"D'you wanna have lunch together?"

"Lunch?! I still haven't had breakfast." I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes.

There was slight silence. "Okay…we can have an early lunch…or you can call it late breakfast."

I chuckled. "Late breakfast? I usually don't have my breakfast until eleven."

"When do you have lunch?" He seemed interested.

"I don't." I replied shortly.

If I went out lunch with him, did that mean I'll get to sleep a little longer? Because My bed was still so warm!

"I see. So you wanna meet me?"

I was silent for a few minutes to make it seem like I was thinking. "I guess," I said finally.

I swear I heard him breathe out quietly. "Great. Get ready, and I'll pick you up in about half an hour, 'kay?"

I thought about it. There went my fantasies about having a longer sleep! How was I going to get ready in half an hour?! "Okay. I'll see you then," I said calmly. Seriously…I needed an Oscar award for this! Was I flipping amazing or what?!

He hung up and I leaped out of bed. Where to start…where to start!

I ran to the bathroom and was out in ten minutes. A look out of the window showed me that the sun was up high and shining bright. Okay…so what should I wear?