New love

Part 2

Raleigh's POV/

I almost let him kiss me.

I almost let Jimmy Garoppolo kiss me.

Well I guess James.

Goddamn.

I almost let another man kiss me.

It's too soon.

I get into my silver Jeep wrangler form my Junior year of high school and lean my head on the headrest.

"Shit." I huff.

My phone starts ringing and I see a facetime from my mom.

"Hey mom." I smile at the screen and try to start the car.

It doesn't work.

"Hi honey." She smiles "How's it going in Cali?"

"Good I made a few new friends." I bite my lip. Jimmy. JAMES. He made me feel things. A lot of things.

I turn the key again and it doesn't work. Shit.

"Ooooo meet any guys?" She wiggles her brows.

I sigh and scold "Mom."

I turn the key one more time and bang my head on the steering wheel when it still doesn't work.

"I'm just saying." She sighs "You need someone."

"I don't need a man, they're just fun to have around sometimes." I shrug.

"What I mean is, Owen was a fucking asshole." She sighs "you need a good guy."

"I'm trying-"

"Raleigh Nicole Carter!" She yells as soon as I step out of the car "You can't expect to find a really good guy if you're standards are as high as they are."

"My standards aren't too high-" I roll my eyes.

"You act like you don't turn down guys if they don't have a whole life plan." She huffs.

"I like having guys that are organized." I go to the hood of the car and pop it open. "I'm just not ready for a relationship."

"Ok, you're not ready for a relationship but what if your celebrity crush pulled up and said 'jump in baby' and winked at you what would you say?" She asks.

"I'd probably say I'm a virgin and tell them to go fuck themselves." I roll my eyes while going to check the spark plugs.

I lay my phone on the side of the hood and lean over to check everything out.

"Well what would you do if you saw Jimmy Garoppolo and he asked you out?" She sighs. It's James. I want to say it but no.

"I'd say I got over that crush a long time ago and that I wasn't ready for anything like that." I sigh and see that what's wrong is that the spark plugs need to be replaced again. Oh and the oil needs to be changed as well as I probably need a new battery.

I slap the thing and curse.

"Language." Mom scolds.

"I don't really care right now. My car is messed up." I bite my lip so I don't cry.

"Do you need someone to fix it? I know your Uncle Mike knows some shops over there-" She starts.

"Mom I can change some spark plugs and change oil myself." I sigh. And buy a new battery. I add the last part silently.

"But you shouldn't have to." She protests.

"It's fine mom." I say "I love you mama."

"Love you too honey, please be safe." She sys back "And come home really soon."