After an exchange of smiles, I finally began walking back to my house.
Once inside, my mom bombed me with questions. “Were you friendly to him? Was he friendly to you? Does he like the cake?”
I narrowed my eyes at her jumpy posture, but nodded. From the nervous look on her face and the messy curtains, I knew she was spying. I didn’t find this unusual, though. She always kept a close eye when I was with Zach. Dad kept an even closer eye.
Brushing pass her, I went upstairs to my bedroom.
Picking up my home phone at the corner of my desk, I dialed in Shannon’s number. After two rings, she picked up. “Hello? Demy?”
“Hey,” I greeted into the wireless phone.
“So, what’s up?” Shannon sulked onto the other line.
“Um, well, I went over to Justin’s place today, and we’re walking together to school tomorrow.” The good thing about Shannon is that she doesn’t bring up previous conversations because she knows it annoys me.
“Wow, cool. Sounds, um…great, I suppose,” Shannon exaggerated.
“You’re grounded,” I stated bluntly, “who’d you punch this time?”
“The jerk John,” she replied. And just by a hunch, I think she was smirking a grin of delight at her accomplishment.
I laughed nervously, “I really didn’t think you’d do it.”
“Yeah well,” Shannon sighed carelessly. “I did.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmured lowly, picking up my vibrating cell-phone. “Kay, so I got to go. I have another call waiting. Do you want me to call you back?”
“Neah, I’ve said all I needed to say,” Shannon put in breezily.
“Thanks, see ya,” I hung up and flipped to my other phone. I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion. I didn’t recognize the number. I mean, I felt like I should, but I didn’t. “Err hello?” I greeted cautiously.
“ ‘Err hello’ ” the masculine voice imitated me. “Is that all I get,” the familiar tone teased.
My mouth dropped. And my heart seemed to have skipped a beat. Oh. My. Gosh. It was my old boyfriend Zach!? Err, well, ex-boyfriend, if that’s what you want to call him.
Clearing my throat in a rush, I forced my voice to ease. But it didn’t work. And I felt Zach’s arrogant smirk radiant through the phone. He always knew me, too well.
“Yeah…that’s all you get. Don’t you have to study or something?” I asked bitterly.
“You know, you don’t mean that. And you know, I’m not buying it.” I felt Zach heave a sigh through the phone receiver. “I called to understand why,” his voiced became serious, losing its playful tone.
“Why what?” I stalled, racing through my head for a witty remark. But Zach didn’t reply, he was waiting for me to reply.
I puffed a sigh, “I don’t know really…I thought you’d be busy with all your classes. And that the last thing you needed was a relationship to nail you down.”
Zach laughed after a moment. “Was that why you broke up with me?” he chuckled. “I can always make time. And well, currently, I’m girlfriendless.”
My jaw dropped. I was shocked to tell you the truth. Zach always had a stunningly beautiful girl dangling from his arms. Not that I’m stunningly beautiful or anything. “W-why are you sti-still single?” I stuttered.
Zach paused for a moment, his voice serious, “Because I love you. And no one can replace you.” My heart stopped beating all together. I’ve heard those three words so many times when we were going out, but for some reason, I felt myself melting under his charm just like the first time I met him.
Zach continued, “So are you in a relationship?”
This time it was my turn to pause. I debated in my head if I should lie to him or not. In the end, I decided to go with the truth, “No.”