Author's Note: Yes, it has taken long enough to update: Without further wait, here is the second chapter! Review, please!
God Bless.
-Keith's POV-
Why did I always screw up? I mean, Jasmine had always been a nice girl, and now she was pulling the whole, 'I am so sorry I hurt you; I know you hate me now.' I could not stand the fact that I had hurt her with my remarks so much. Seriously, loosen up and realize that's just how I am or…
Well, there really was no or.
Sighing, I jumped out of my truck, slammed the door shut, and stormed into my house. I looked around for a moment, expecting to see my Dad standing there staring at me: but he wasn't home. I groaned and kicked over the moving boxes on the ground.
"It has been months!" I growled. "When is he going to sort through these boxes, I-"
(-General POV-)
He quit yelling at himself then, and locked gazes with his mother.
"H-hey, Mom." He stumbled over his words, blushing and scurrying to pick up the contents of the box.
"Hey, son. How was your day?" She asked, taking the box from him and walking into the kitchen. Keith trailed behind her and sighed. He jumped up on the kitchen counter and sat there, dangling his feet.
"Keith, tables are for glasses not for-"
"-Tsk tsk, Mom, watch the language."
"Little butts!" She replied, mock glaring at him. Keith laughed.
"Mom, you know that girl Jasmine that's been in my school for like, ever?"
"Yeah, I've totally talked to her every-day." She replied sarcastically, but with a smile as she ran to the stove to flip the omelet she was making.
Keith grinned and rubbed his chin. "Mom, seriously."
"I know who you're talking about, son. I haven't spoken to her though, or heard you speak of her. Why the sudden interest?" For a moment, her eyes lit with excitement, but at Keith's wide eyes and head-shaking, she frowned. "Oh, so you don't-"
"-Like her? No! I just, well," he scratched the back of his neck. "I was a real jerk to her today. She's always so positive about everything and I'm just not and I snapped."
Sandra smiled. "Ah, just like me. Short tempered gets you nowhere, Keith."
"I know, Mom. But, well, you're a girl, so what should I do?"
"Well, why are you so worried about her? Did she cry or something?" she added a dash of pepper to the mess of egg and cheese, (or so she claimed that's what it was); Sandra had never been a good cook.
"No, she didn't," he started slowly. "I just don't want her to think that I am a complete jock that could care less about anyone's feelings but my own."
"Honey, you can even put on a football uniform, no one will ever mistake you for a jock."
Keith scowled as she laughed. "Mom! Enough with the small body jokes! I am not built like a total girl, okay?"
"Okay, okay! Just go in tomorrow and give her chocolate."
"Chocolate?"
Sandra smiled. "Chocolate." She confirmed, nodding. She slid the spatula under the omelet and flipped it onto a glass plate.
Keith rolled his eyes. "When's dinner going to be ready?" He asked, hopping off the counter.
"Oh, this is mine. There are some cold-cuts in the fridge."
Keith knocked another box's contents over accidently in a rage, and Sandra chuckled under her breath.
Ooo
Keith walked over to Jasmine with shaky hands; why had his mother suggested this? There he stood, in the middle of the hallway, nervously looking at her. She caught his gaze for a moment, then mumbled something to her friends and walked in his direction.
"Oh crap." He whispered to himself, wiping one of his sweaty palms on his jeans. Why was he sweating? Why was he nervous? Why was he going through with this?
"Hey, Keith. I'm not trying to bother you, but I just caught your stare. Mr. Miles handled our situation, you know."
Our situation…
Why did she all of a sudden appear so cute to him when she said that?
"Here." He blurted out, abruptly shoving the Godiva chocolates container into her hands.
She stared at it for a moment, and then took it in her own hands.
"T-thanks, I think." She said softly, rubbing her fingers over the golden lettering. No one had ever given her chocolates before; especially not a guy…
"Yeah, just think of it as me saying, well, sorry." Oh yes, he was gaining his cool back. In a few moments, this would be all over with.
"Sorry?" She looked confused. "Sorry for what?"
His breath hitched in his throat as she looked at her assuring smile.
Oh…My…God she was cute.
"Yeah, well, I'll see you later then." He said lamely.
"Wait! Why are you saying sorry?" She asked, grabbing his shoulder as he turned around. He spun quickly to face her again.
"Well, I was a jerk to you yesterday," he spoke strongly. "and that's not the kind of guy I am, so even though the sun shines a little too brightly when you're around me, for my liking, I can tolerate it and I am sorry."
Jasmine simply smiled before skipping off in the opposite direction.
Ooo
Keith walked in the house with a triumphant smile on his face. Knocking over no boxes, he ran into the kitchen where his Mom was making tacos.
"The chocolate worked?" She asked, without looking up.
"You told him to give a girl chocolate? Let me guess, a girl he doesn't even like?" Henry butted in as he walked into the kitchen.
Keith sucked in the breath he had just been about to use to reply. Sandra turned to Henry, glaring.
"Henry!" She hissed.
Keith groaned. "Oh, Mom, now-"
"-she's going to follow you around like a lost puppy." Henry finished.
"Oh, Dear, God." Keith finished, stalking off to his bedroom.
"Keith, just, a…Watch the boxes!" Sandra called.