be like the rest of us.”
She laughed at his story briefly, and then retorted, “I thought it was apparent that I’m not. I’m nothing like anyone . I’m a fucking anomaly. I’m still a virgin and I don’t even have a cell phone. Tell me the last time you met a twenty-three-year-old virgin.”
“Ha! Never! Maybe you should get a cell phone and the rest will fall into place?”
“Thanks.” She couldn’t hide her grin. “Maybe I will. Tomorrow.”
“Here, come here. I’ll take your virginity from you. Right now. Seriously…” he said, smiling.
“Fuck you. If you were even remotely serious, you wouldn’t have waited this long. Besides, if it’s only going to take six seconds, I think I’ll pass,” she said, playfully.
“You are incredibly foxy, you know. I like your feistiness.” His smile widened.
She rolled her eyes again . Are we actually having this conversation?
“Well, whoever it ends up being is sure in for an overwhelming treat. I’ll have years of built-up sexual tension waiting to unleash on him.” She laughed and waited for his reaction.
He joined her in laughter and looked off into the distance considering her words. After a moment, he brought up another subject.
“Oh, I wrote a song! Did I tell you?” His giddiness returned.
“No. What’s it about?”
“Oh, well…It’s about a guy and girl that hang out all the time and when they finally kiss for the first time, it’s so sweet.” He took the last drag from his cigarette and flicked it into the pond.
Her smile faded. Was that supposed to mean something? How do I even comment on that? I know I’m a little naïve here, but that was a total confession. I think.
“Well then. You’ll have to play it for me sometime. I still haven’t heard you play.” There, that left it open-ended.
“You will, someday. I promise.”
Oh god. I gotta change the subject quick before my body catches fire.
“So, tell me more about your real father.” Whoops. She didn’t mean to ask again.
He took a sharp inhale. “What is your obsession with my parents? They were assholes. What more is there?” His volume was starting to increase.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to ask you. It’s none of my business. But--” she tried to continue.
“But what?” He stood and clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists. “But if I ever want to talk about it, you’ll listen? But if there’s anything you can do to help, you will? But you really should try to mend the relationship because you only get one father? Anything you could possibly say right now has been said before and honestly, I’m sick of it. I don’t need to talk about it. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need you at all!” he screamed and raged toward the street.
Um, holy shit.
She was left alone at the park again. In the dark. By the same guy. That was not where she had seen the conversation going.
Time to do some research.
Chapter Nine
After making a fifteen-minute stop to purchase a cell phone, Charlie went to the library. She was sure she’d be there most of the day, so she chose a computer kiosk in the back corner of the children’s section. She got comfortable and quickly called home to give her parents her new cell phone number.
“Hey Mom! You got a pen?”
“Hang on…yep, got it.”
“I just got a new phone. The number is 954-544-6590. Did you get that?”
“Yep, got it! Oh, by the way, Jesse called earlier when I wasn’t home. You can call our voicemail to listen to his message, I’ll let it ring.”
“Jesse called?” How did he get my phone number?
“Yes, that’s what he said his name was. I gotta run, but I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m making pot roast,” her mother said.
“Okay, thanks, Ma.”
Charlie hung up the phone and quickly dialed her home number again to access the voicemail.
“Um, hey, it’s me. Jess.” He paused for a brief moment, “I’m, ah. I’m…not. Well, I guess it’ll just have to…sorry. I’ll
She laughed at his story briefly, and then retorted, “I thought it was apparent that I’m not. I’m nothing like anyone . I’m a fucking anomaly. I’m still a virgin and I don’t even have a cell phone. Tell me the last time you met a twenty-three-year-old virgin.”
“Ha! Never! Maybe you should get a cell phone and the rest will fall into place?”
“Thanks.” She couldn’t hide her grin. “Maybe I will. Tomorrow.”
“Here, come here. I’ll take your virginity from you. Right now. Seriously…” he said, smiling.
“Fuck you. If you were even remotely serious, you wouldn’t have waited this long. Besides, if it’s only going to take six seconds, I think I’ll pass,” she said, playfully.
“You are incredibly foxy, you know. I like your feistiness.” His smile widened.
She rolled her eyes again . Are we actually having this conversation?
“Well, whoever it ends up being is sure in for an overwhelming treat. I’ll have years of built-up sexual tension waiting to unleash on him.” She laughed and waited for his reaction.
He joined her in laughter and looked off into the distance considering her words. After a moment, he brought up another subject.
“Oh, I wrote a song! Did I tell you?” His giddiness returned.
“No. What’s it about?”
“Oh, well…It’s about a guy and girl that hang out all the time and when they finally kiss for the first time, it’s so sweet.” He took the last drag from his cigarette and flicked it into the pond.
Her smile faded. Was that supposed to mean something? How do I even comment on that? I know I’m a little naïve here, but that was a total confession. I think.
“Well then. You’ll have to play it for me sometime. I still haven’t heard you play.” There, that left it open-ended.
“You will, someday. I promise.”
Oh god. I gotta change the subject quick before my body catches fire.
“So, tell me more about your real father.” Whoops. She didn’t mean to ask again.
He took a sharp inhale. “What is your obsession with my parents? They were assholes. What more is there?” His volume was starting to increase.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to ask you. It’s none of my business. But--” she tried to continue.
“But what?” He stood and clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists. “But if I ever want to talk about it, you’ll listen? But if there’s anything you can do to help, you will? But you really should try to mend the relationship because you only get one father? Anything you could possibly say right now has been said before and honestly, I’m sick of it. I don’t need to talk about it. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need you at all!” he screamed and raged toward the street.
Um, holy shit.
She was left alone at the park again. In the dark. By the same guy. That was not where she had seen the conversation going.
Time to do some research.
Chapter Nine
After making a fifteen-minute stop to purchase a cell phone, Charlie went to the library. She was sure she’d be there most of the day, so she chose a computer kiosk in the back corner of the children’s section. She got comfortable and quickly called home to give her parents her new cell phone number.
“Hey Mom! You got a pen?”
“Hang on…yep, got it.”
“I just got a new phone. The number is 954-544-6590. Did you get that?”
“Yep, got it! Oh, by the way, Jesse called earlier when I wasn’t home. You can call our voicemail to listen to his message, I’ll let it ring.”
“Jesse called?” How did he get my phone number?
“Yes, that’s what he said his name was. I gotta run, but I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m making pot roast,” her mother said.
“Okay, thanks, Ma.”
Charlie hung up the phone and quickly dialed her home number again to access the voicemail.
“Um, hey, it’s me. Jess.” He paused for a brief moment, “I’m, ah. I’m…not. Well, I guess it’ll just have to…sorry. I’ll
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