I'll Meet You in Paris

Chapter 19- Questions and Answers

OK I am sooo sorry for the long wait I'm having huge writers block!!! But I'm thinking of renaming the story. I don't know Dreams Come True...Rarely is starting to sound very cheesy so I want your help choosing a new title. Feel free to comment or PM your title ideas as well. Now here are some of the ones I've come up with;

1. Wrong Destination

2. Long Distance Relationships, Cute Foreign Boys and Paris

3. J'e Taime London

4. He's In London and I'm In Paris

5. Boys, Paris and a Suitcase Full of Hearts    

6. Taking Flight

So far the favorites are #2,3 and 5 but I've gotten atleast one vote on each one so I'm leaving it up to you guys!!!

         I paced the floor surprised that it didn't dent from my constant hustling back and forth. I had just got back from my classes and was waiting for the right time to call Jake. I had desperately -more then I'd like to admit- been clinging to the hope that Thomas was wrong. Jake couldn't have been a player. I am not one of his flings, I tried convincing myself, I can't be. I finally sat down on the edge of my bed. As soon as my legs stopped moving my eyes took their place. They raced between the clock on the wall and my phone. Back and forth they went almost to the point of dizziness. My eyes checked the clock once more; 3:55 PM. I didn't want to call too soon, but I didn't want to call too late either. You know what, screw this I'm going to call right now. There is no point for all this stupidity and pacing. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my the menu finding my contacts. There was no time finding his number since I only had three contacts. Damn, my life is sad. I hit call with such determination I even scared myself. The phone started to dial. With every second that stupid, high-pitched ring played my heart would beat a little faster. By the time it rang for the third time I got a sinking feeling. What if he didn't pick up? What if all that Thomas said was true? What if-

       "Hello?" a groggy voice that could only be Jake's asked momentarily stopping my brain off from its crazy "what ifs".

       "Hi."

       "Jenna? Why are you calling, It's frigen 11:35!" Right, time zones. I am so stupid. He was peeved but I could hear the smile in his voice.  He'd talk to me anytime and I knew that.

       "I wanted to know if it was true. If it was true that your a player and that you cheated on Virginia and I'm just another one of your flings! Please tell me I'm not just another girl, I thought I was special!" There was silence on the other end.

       "To be honest I can't deny that I was a player. I did cheat on Virginia. I did have several girlfriends. I did hit on many girls.  And this may sound super cheesy, but you changed all of that. You changed my playerness or whatever you want to call it, you changed me. I didn't even notice any other girl besides you when we were together and I know it's hard to keep a long distance relationship, I know, but I want to try anyway." He pleaded sincerely. I felt so happy that I felt like jumping.

      "Me too." I replied with an ear to ear grin.

      "Now can you call me tomorrow? I Still have jet lag." he asked with a yawn.

      "Yeah, for sure! Night, love you."

      "Love you too."

      I was the happiest girl on the planet at that moment and there was only one thing left to do; rub it all in Thomas's face. I sent him a quick text since he gave me his number yesterday.

     hey, u want to meet at the pizza place for some pizza an drinks? I hav something to tell u:)

The reply came quickly.

    Sure, c u ther

     I walked into the pizza place and saw Thomas already sitting at a table. I took the seat in front of him.

     "Hey." I smiled.

     "Hey," He replied, his golden hair and leather jacket reflecting the light above. "So what is it that you wanted to tell me?" a sly grin crept onto his face.

     "He's not a player." I smiled. Just saying the words brought a smile to my face and joy to my heart.

      "Wait one second." He got up and ordered us both a drink and a slice of pizza. The man Heated our slices up and he came back with his arms full of food. Carefully he placed my pizza and drink and in front of me and sat down with his own. "Ok, now we're good. Now tell me everything." He said with a stony expression.

And that's exactly what I did.