Today I Met The Girl I'm Going To Marry | jensoo

Chapter 10

"Learn how to fucking drive." I scream as I glare at the old lady attempting to operate the car beside me.

Honestly, some people!

I gun it so I can pass her and for good measure I give her the finger before she's just a speck in my rearview mirror.

Normally I'm not so out of control but I'm on my way to meet Jennie and the last thing I want is to be late.

The hours that have passed since she called to check up on me have passed so excruciatingly slow. I swear at one point I saw the second hand on my wristwatch go backwards.

No matter what I've been doing or who I've been speaking with, Jennie has been in my thoughts non-stop.

I'm quickly becoming obsessed with her, but not in some weird stalker kind of way. It's more like in a I-want-spend-the-rest-of my-life-with-you-and-have-tons-of-babies kind of way.

As much as I'd love to be in Jennie's head for just a second so I can find out what she's thinking, I'm glad she can't get in mine because I'm sure I'd scare the hell out of her.

On a positive note, I did get a heroes welcome when I returned to work this morning. My dad was singing my praises to everyone about how I managed to get Jennie to sign on with our company. I'm lucky he was too busy telling the office how great I am to notice Rose and Bobby snickering behind his back.

The praise was short lived though when he found out that Jennie hasn't actually signed a contract or anything. I assured him those are just minor details but he wasn't thrilled with that assessment. He practically ordered me to see Jennie again without knowing that I already have plans with her.

That worked out well for me because I didn't have to make up some lame excuse for leaving and I have the contract he insists Jennie signs in my trusty Chanel purse.

I changed purses before I left to go to work because my Louis Vuitton purse is on probation for making me trip yesterday. It doesn't matter that me falling resulted in Jennie taking care of me, again, and in her kissing my cut all better, I really could have lived without the humiliation.

"Move a little slower why don't you!" I scream at the driver in front of me. I honk furiously on my horn and scream a few more profanities for affect until they get the message and change lanes.

Stupid slow drivers need to get off the road and stop impeding my journey.

Ok, I think I need to calm down before I let my road rage get the best of me.

I start doing some breathing exercises I learnt in my yoga class when my phone rings.

"What?" I shout as I answer the call without looking to see who it is.

"That's not the proper way to answer the phone young lady." My mom replies sternly.

Just what I don't need, on top of everything else that's stressing me out I'm about to get a lecture. "Sorry mom, just having one of those days."

"Sounds like somebody is a little frustrated." She jokes.

Oh mother! How rude!

I don't think it's hard to see where I get my witty sense of humor from.

"Did you call for a particular reason, or was it just to bother me?" I ask to avoid addressing her very astute observation.

"I did call for a reason, bothering you is just an added bonus." My mom tells me.

My patience is wearing thin and my mother's antics are not helping. "I'm on my way to an important meeting mom so you have exactly five seconds to explain what you want before I hang up on you."