I don’t know how this happened! Okay I do actually know how this happened but it’s confusing. So right know I’m standing in between jack and Andy, while they have a stare down. To say the least, I’m freaking out!!! I’ll explain.
Right when I saw Andy walking over to me, I saw him look behind me at Jack and his eyes went cold. “What are you doing here Smith?” Andy questioned. “Talking to a pretty girl, Six.” Jack answered with a smirk. “Why can’t you go find your own pretty girl to talk to? This one is mine.” Andy said putting his are around me. “Oh yeah well what if she wants some one that can actually treat her right” Jack said pulling me away from Andy. “Oh, like you? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. We all know what happened to Alison. We all know what you did to her.” Said Andy. Jack looked at him with pure hatred. He looked at me then at Andy. “We will meet again malady. It a pears I’m not wanted here” he grabbed my hand, kissed it and stalked away.
“What the heck?” I said after five minutes of awkwardness. “That was Jack Smith. I hate that guy.” Andy said looking at the wall. “Why? What did he do?” I asked. (Oh and if your wondering where Izzy is. She is still flirting with that guy. Greg I think. She hasn’t stopped looking at him for thirty minutes straight. That can’t be healthy.) Andy looked at me and his face softened. “How would you like to come to a party with me tomorrow before we leave?” he asked stroking my cheek completely ignoring the question. “Sure. Can I bring Isabe-“I looked over at Isabelle who was now swapping spite with Greg. “Never mind. Look I’ve got to get her home before she passes out. Here’s my number. Call anytime.’ I said running over to Izzy. I looked back at Andy who was smiling as he put my number in his pocket.
The Next morning. At 4:00 in the morning.
Situations are irrelevant now. She loves the way that I tease, I love the way that she breathes.
“Huh? What?” I said hearing my phone ring. I fell off my bed and found my phone in my pants from last night. “Hello?” I asked into the Phone. “Rose are you there?” Andy asked. “Andy? It’s four in the morning. Why are you calling me at four in the morning?” I asked annoyed. I walked into my bathroom and looked at my hair. Wow. “I wanted to talk to you.” He said. “At four in the four morning?” “Well yeah. Look I didn’t get an answer from you and it was driving me crazy. I could sleep and you said to call at anytime.” He said hushed. I combed through my hair and said “Sure I’ll go with you to that party. And now I do regret my choice of words.” I said rubbing my eyes. “Can I see you?” he asked. “What” “There’s a waffle house right down the road from my hotel. I’ll meet you there.” He said and the phone clicked off. Great. I’m meeting a boy. At four in the morning. At a waffle house. One question went through my mind. What should I wear?
