The Day You Ruined My Life

Irritation and Relief

Chapter 9

.:Recap:.

I had too much going through my head at once. I needed to get away. I kept driving, still not really knowing where I was going when suddenly, I had a thought. Even though I wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, I grabbed my cell phone from my jeans pocket and dialed, hoping to get an answer. Finally I did.

"Hey, can I see you, I'm having a really bad day? Yeah? Ok, be right there." And I was on my way

Chapter 9

I had been sitting outside in my car for the past 20 minutes, trying to decide if I really should go up to the door, especially after what happened last time we saw each other. I was just about to turn the car back on and leave when apparently fate had other ideas.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone was tapping on the drivers side window. I looked over to see Dan, laughing hysterically at my petrified face, after he'd snuck up on me. Sneaky ninja boy! After a few seconds of holding my hand over my chest, hoping it would help to slow my frantic heart, I opened the door. "A$$hole!" I yelled at him. "Why would you do that to me? More so, why would you do it to yourself?" He looked at me,completely lost as to what I was talking about. "What I mean is, you already know I'm pissed," I glared at him "so why put yourself right in front of the angry girl so she can take" Whack "It" Whack "out" whack "ON YOU!" I repeatedly punched him in the arm in between each and every word, almost as a physical punctuation on my words, just to show how truly aggravated I really was.

"Ouch, ouch, OUCH! Ok! OK, sheesh, I get it! Sorry, but jeez man, try not to leave any bruises,will ya? You hit like a damn bull dozer. And I really don't want to explain any marks to my guy friends, and tell them that YOU beat me up." Saying "you" like i was some frail little old lady who couldn't pick up a can of soda. I guess he didn't know that I loved sports and I was always eager to try new things, so growing up, I did track, field hockey, volleyball, basketball, gymnastics, rock climbing, a little ballet (which I sucked at, hence the "little") and then did some jujitsu, since I thought it would be fun, and good to know if incase I should ever need to defend myself. I mean, I'd worked out with my brother and he taught me how to throw a good punch, but that was pretty much the extent of it, so martial arts was a good idea to me. I didn't take it for too long, but I knew enough to be able to defend myself long enough that I could get them down and then run away and find help.

"Sorry, but just so you know, I could kick your ass without breaking a sweat. Try explaining THAT to your 'guy friends'" at which point i made air quotes "and see what they think about you then!"

I tried so hard to hold up my fake tough act, but his smile was just so amazing, and his beautiful blue eyes just looked so playful, i couldn't hold it in anymore and started to laugh so hard, it almost made my stomach hurt. He took that opportunity to grab me up and give me a big kiss. "Glad to see your day can't be so bad that you can't laugh." UGH! That completely killed my good mood, as all the things that had made me so upset in the first place came flooding back to me. I guess the look on my face told him that was the wrong thing to say, because he immediatly started apologizing, and grabbed my hand to pull me inside his house. I let myself be dragged like a rag doll, still lost in my own thoughts of my earlier coversation with Rae, and didn't really realize what was going on.

Once we were in the house and I started to gather my thoughts enough to look around. I'd been in here once before with Sherri, but only in the living room,when she was meeting Dan's friend to buy some p0t.

We were much deeper into the house this time. In his room I would assume,considering there was, well, for one, a bed, and two, his clothes scattered all around the room. I noticed he chucked them all on the chair that was, until a moment ago, clear, leaving the only other clear place to sit with him on the bed. I wonder if he did that on purpose? I mean, I guess if I was him and got me to do what we did on our first 'date', that I'd assume I was easy too. Or maybe, he was just trying to be nice so that if I needed comforting he could be near and give me a hug? Wow! I really do over think everything, don't I?