Gentry's Chance

Chapter 29. Take Care

Taytum's POV

Gentry has been gone for almost a month now. I haven't heard from him much since he left. He did let me know when he made it to California. He told me he's been busy. He already found a new job. He's glad he doesn't have to be in high school this time.

I've managed to keep my job. I promised my manager not to miss any more work. Now that Gentry isn't around, I don't think that is going to be a hard promise to keep. When I came home the day he left, I parked my car in the garage. I was dumbfounded to find Gentry's motorcycle in my garage. There was one note on the bike that said. 'Take care of my bike, baby girl.'

The same day I found his acoustic guitar on my bed with a note too. 'Take care of my guitar too.' I brought in the box he gave me and put it under my bed. I haven't gone through it yet. I was kind of waiting for the right time. Today is the right time. I don't have to work, and Laura isn't home. I pull the box out and set it onto my bed. I open it and right on top is a CD with my name on it. I jump off my bed and put the CD in my stereo. I turn it all the way up, and when the first song comes through the speakers, I burst into a fit of giggles. Without Me by Eminem begins playing.

The memory of him bobbing his head to this song at school fills my mind, and he was smoking a joint. I recall what he was wearing and everything. I can't help it. I grab a joint I had rolled the other night and light it. In the box is his flat bill black hat I put it on and start dancing around my bedroom. The black hat actually had a white G on it. I never thought it would actually mean Gentry. I jump up onto my bed and begin singing the song shaking my ass. I hit my joint in between coughing and giggling.

When the song finally comes to an end, I fall back onto my bed in a fit of hysterics. The next song is slower, Losing It Over You by Matoma. I open a piece of paper from the CD case. It's a note.

There is no way in hell I'm giving you my CDs, so I thought I'd make you one instead. Every one of these songs remind me of you. I love you. 

Gentry

There is a list of the songs that are on the CD. There are at least twenty different songs on the CD. I notice one of the songs is Despacito and I laugh. I turn it to that song before I dig into the box again. I set it down and reach into the box, grabbing a book. It says poems on the front of it. I read the first poem.

As I'm watching her being laid to rest, it occurs to me that I know less about life than I do about death. She's gone, and I'm still here. If she wanted anything, she wanted me to live, but as long as I'm here, I'm not living. Life is fragile, or so I've heard. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. If I'm going to live at all, starting over is a must. Some are gone, but some are still here. I need to get out of here to somewhere I can trust.

I've got little too lose and much to gain. No matter what anyone thinks, I'm not to blame. So fuck it. What is the worst that could happen? I'm going to pack my bags and see what happens. It's completely worth taking my chances.

Gentry Wolfe

Some of the poems have to do with me and describe me in a way that I don't see myself, but it's the way he sees me. He paints me as strong, beautiful, funny, talented, and kind. Some of them talk about how pretty my blue eyes are and how he gets lost in them.

There are all kinds of books in the and at the bottom is one of his T-shirts. The T-shirt smells just like him. It's an Eminem shirt which makes me laugh. I slip the shirt over my head, inhaling the scent.

The next book I open is a journal. Some of the entries are from before I met him. I read through some of them. They talk about football, school, and friends at first. Then they begin to talk about him quitting sports so he can take care of his mom. Some of them bring tears to my eyes. When I reach September, I recognize the date instantly. I met him on his first day backing into his car.

09-12-18

Today was odd. My car got backed into by a gorgeous little blonde. She had incredible blue eyes and blonde curly hair. She's got such nice curves too. I did the worst thing I could have. I called her a bitch. Normally I do not talk to girls like that, but fuck my car! I already fixed it, but that is beside the point. She got all pissy with me and called me a stupid asshole. The bad thing is I kind of liked it. This girl is kind of feisty. If I'm being honest, I can't wait until I see her again. I'm definitely going to be seeing her because I now have to write a book with her. Taytum is a damn cute name kind of has a ring to it. Tennessee is not half bad.

Gentry Wolfe

The entry makes me smile a little bit. I never would have guessed what was going on in his mind the day we met. I skip a few pages curiously. I find the night I had got drunk and he came to get me.

09-29-18

Holy shit! Oh my fucking god, this girl! Ugh, I can't even describe it. She's absolutely fucking crazy... and I like it. She texted me to come to get her from a party. I figured maybe she was in trouble, and I didn't like that, so I went to get her. She was completely fucking smashed. On the way home, she told me why she had been angry with me. She actually thought I was into the other girls at school.

After beating Adam up, girls and guys started approaching me, trying to get to know me. I'd been shrugging them off. She even asked me if she wasn't pretty enough, which is fucking ridiculous because when I think of Taytum... just damn. Around her, it's like every cell in my body ignites, and I burst into flames. I told her how pretty she was. I told her the only reason I don't want to have a relationship is that I move around a lot. She fucking attacked me!

She started kissing me and touching me than before I knew it, she was giving me a blowjob. I was praying the rest of the way back to her house that I don't crash the car, and I can't believe I didn't. Then I took her upstairs... You can imagine how this ends. Forgive me, father, I have definitely fucking sinned. I think this girl is wrapping me around her finger, and I don't know how the hell to stop it. How could such a gorgeous little blonde be so fucking perfect? I've got to stay away from her.

Gentry Wolfe

That last entry made me swoon a little bit. Lord, I think my ovaries exploded. So much for ever having children.