"Turn right here." I blurted pointing to Gresham Avenue leading to another street that would then lead to another and so on until I was home. But like I said I lived on a very secluded road miles away from anyone with my mother, miles away from any other homes, so it would most likely be awhile until Eden would get to my house.
Once he turned down the street it became suddenly quiet. The silence was uncomforting and awkward. I wanted to say something to start up a conversation, anything at all, but what? "I feel like I've known you my entire life and I believe that I'm in love with you." Yeah, that's a really pleasant way to start up a great conversation. Personally, that's what I really thought. Sad I know.
"So, how was your first day of being a Junior?" He spoke eyeing me curiously. Oh really, I couldn't just say that? I had to get all technical about my feelings earlier, and he just comes out and asks something simple and easy to answer.
Hiding my stupidity I quickly returned the question with an answer. "Yeah, it was ok I guess. I mean, nothing really happened, just introductions, and that's about it. I didn't really talk to any one today except for Presley, but I wouldn't really even call that 'talking too'." I babbled, obviously missing one important fact.
"Oh, well that doesn't sound very fun, but I would know, my day was pretty much the same way, but it wasn't as much Presley it was her friend Michelle. Did you hear about that? Yeah, she totally hit on me." He asked and answered himself. Hmm, that's interesting, but why is there this unknown feeling in my stomach?
"What did you tell her?" I pried.
"That I wasn't interested in her, and that I find her the least bit attractive. Oh, and that I was interested in someone else. But, I'm pretty sure I didn't say it in that order when I told her." He bubbled. He's already interested in someone else? Well, I guess I can expect it; he is a guy after all. But, I still can't help but wonder who he's interested in.
"So who's the lucky girl?" Like I said I couldn't help it, it's in my blood to know these things.
"I think you know her, blonde hair, tall, I locker neighbors with her?" He said trying to give hints as to who it was. The first person that came to mind was Presley, blonde hair and tall, it fits the description. My chances plummeted.
"Oh, Presley, she's a lucky girl. Here's my house." I flubbed changing the subject instantly. He pulled up to my drive way.
"Wow, your house is really nice. But, you know I wasn't—." I intercepted him.
"Thanks for the ride, really. See you tomorrow." I waved goodbye then jumped out not hearing the rest of what he was really going to say.
He was quiet for a few moments then said bye quietly and diminutively. He sounded bummed out about something as he said good-bye. But, didn't say otherwise and drove off.
I can't believe I was so stupid as to think that I had a chance with him. He would of course want a more popular, prettier girl. I'm not saying that I'm the ugliest girl on the face of the earth I just treat my skin nicely and don't add a face full of make-up; I don't need it anyway. I slowly walked into my home, heading straight to my room.
I never was the type of girl to look in the mirror and ask myself what he doesn't see in me. But, then again I never had too. Never have I had feelings for a boy like this. Yet, somehow I've just met Eden and I feel so compelled to want him. I sound so retarded. I just need to take a deep breath and think this through.
Inhaling and exhaling helped quite a bit for some reason. I guess it helped clear my thoughts. Maybe I should have let him finish what he was going to say and not cut him short. It's just; I guess I got caught up in a little bit of jealousy. But, then again, maybe I was right and my chances are a total lost hope.
Once thinking it through properly, I decided too not let it get to me, if he and I were to be something, then we will end up together. If not, then I'm just mad about some tiny crush. After figuring out what I've gotten myself into, I heard a small knock at the door, and then it streamed open with my mother slowly walking in.
She had on a white silk robe while her dark brown hair dangled behind her shoulder blades. She looks like she had been in bed all day.
"Hi, Darling how was your first day?" She asked raspy sitting next to where I was lying on my bed.
"It was fine, lots of intros, and procedures." I said slowly after repeating it once already.
"That sounds interesting. Well, did you make any friends?" She questioned. I guess I did, didn't I?
"I think so. His name is Eden; he drove me home today because I missed my bus. We where kind of babbling too much and I didn't hear the buses leave." I dulled out.
"He sounds like a nice and polite boy. Now, be careful, you've just met him, I don't want you to do anything you'll regret." She started getting all parental.
"Mom, he's just a friend." I said trying to calm her down.
"Well, even if he is, you never know, goodnight honey, anyway. I love you." She sighed then left the room.
"I love you too." I'm pretty sure she didn't hear me.