You've Got To Be F*****g Kidding Me

Jenni is told the truth about her drunken night.

     Shock filled me as I read the last text. I had to decide what to do. Skipping my worst class would leave me at a disadvantage when it came to midterms but if I didn't find out last night I was going to end up losing friends. I didn't have a lot of those so I chose to skip class and meet up with this stranger. I walked passed Mikey's classroom, he was standing outside with the teacher talking. At once he noticed me, his eyes traveled over my body then came up to my face again. He was showing off his heartbreaking smile, then he winked at me. I hoped that it wasn't going to hurt him when I told him I didn't remember last night. Mikey had always been one of my best friends, so how do I tell him I don't remember kissing him? I wondered if it would be a blow to his ego.

     I was scared of getting caught to say the least. I mean I was the honor role student. I was the one who always tried to talk people out of doing things that would get them in trouble. I was not one for taking risks or trying new things. That's why this was all so hard for me. I was dealing eith the fact that last night I had apparently done something so unlike me and so destructive to my friendships.

     I was at the last door when Ms. Rantanon noticed me. She was smiling and waving me down. I was her teaching assistant for her sixth period so it was nothing new for her to randomly stop me in the halls to talk. But now was a completely bad time. I mean I was trying to skip for god's sake. Getting caught by a teacher would have impeded me from meeting this stranger. The one person who seemed willing to tell me what the hell I had done last night. "Oh, Jenni, darling you look sick? You really should go and get some air. Will you need a note for Ms.Jones?" She asked so kindly. I could see worry written clearly on the lines on her face. She thought I was sick.

      I was rarely a munipulative person. I was more so the push over type. The  one who let people walk over her as long as it kept them happy, but on the rare occasion I could be quite munipulative. And now was one of those rare moments. I answered her with false tears filling my eyes, " Yeah, I was feeling really sick this morning. I already told Ms. Jones that I was feeling sick. I called my mother she should be coming to get me soon. I feel realy bad since I was just home thirty minutes ago." I couldn't believe the lies that were spilling out of my mouth. Much less that this teacher was buying into them.

      Relief seemed to wash over her. She started to walk away as she said, "Hope you feel better soon." And that was it. A very breif conversation with a teacher as I was leaving the school building during the first class of the day. My phone buzzed again as soon as I exited the school. "Hurry up." I quickly escaped to the back of the teacher parking lot. I was almost off school property when someone grabbed my arm. I twisted around and kneed whoever had grabbed me in the gut.

      "Ouch. What the f**k? I tell you to meet me and you hurt me?" Zach gaped at me. His voice fut out multiple times by coughing. He was leaning over and holding his stomache. I didn't believe he was the one who had texted me?

       The multiple questions that were exploding in my mind escaped my mouth, "How did you get my number? Why the f**k would you text me? What the hell do you know about what happened last night?" Anger was blurring my vision along with tears. Last night was all his fault he was the one who made me feel so horrible. How had I not known it was him?

      He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. I looked up at him, hating the fact that my body was loving contact was his. Hating how nervous I was. Hating the tears that I could no longer hold inside. The view of his bright green eyes was slightly hindered by his black hair. Since he stood at a very tall 6'5 his broad shoulders blocked the sun from my eyes. His body was that of a fighter, I knew he boxed with his brother. He reached up and tried to wipe my tears away, "You want answers, well so do I. But I also want breakfast, so food then answers. Deal?"

      I don't know what made me say yes but soon enough we were on our way to his car. Like Mikey, Zach was known for having fixed up an old car. He drove an old 1970 Dodge Challenger. He jumped in the driver seat and told me to buckle up. We drove right out of town. Not that it was terribly hard to leave town. After all our town was made up of about five miles of important roads and shops. Then there was another fifteen miles of suburbs. We pulled up to a grill and bar.

      As we entered Zach wallked ahead of me. He went to a booth, I sat down on the other side of him. He kept smirking at me. Then he seemed astonished when I said, "If I had someone else to tell me what happened I wouldn't be here. I hate you. I hate that your the only one willing to talk to me about last night."

       He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips. "You weren't saying that last night," he said as he kissed my hand.

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[SamBug]

Everything so far that I've read was really good. This chapter actually was pretty good. You're right, maybe not as good as the last two, but still very good. I was hooked. Great job! :)