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part 4 ; untitled ! ! !
I was walking back to my house. My house is at least 3 miles away. I never had thought in a million years that in such a small town, this would happen. I was walking past Jake's house to see if he was home. He was, unfortunately. Paulie Jefferson. Seems like a nice kid, right? Wrong. He had Jake on the ground in a headlock, and had pulled a knife on him. I quickly dialed 911, but my fingers wouldn't move fast enough. I was shaking and crying.
"Hello. 911 please state your emergency."
I couldn't quite get the words out. They were drowned out by my sobbing.
"JAKE....KNIFE....PAULIE...COME PLEASE!"
"Miss, please calm down. What is the address?"
"1...27....MA...MAAPLE STREET."
"We will be there in a few minutes, ma'am. Please try to calm down."
We both hung up. A few minutes later, they were carrying Jake to an ambulance, and they had Paulie in handcuffs. Jeez. My life sucks.
The next morning, I called Jake.
"Cat? It's 2 AM"
"Please, talk to me."
"I'm fine baby."
"What happened?"
"I'll explain later."
"No, Jake. Now"
He hung up. Are you kidding me? Wow. My life just gets better and better !
You know what? I don't care if he's at the hospital. I'm going to see him.
In the car, I started the engine and went 50 mph. I need to see him.
I walked in, and told the secretary that I was Jake's girlfriend. She needed to see some ID. Are you freakin' kidding me? I said exactly what I was thinking.
"Are you freakin' kidding me?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"My boyfriend just got a knife pulled on him, and you need to see some freakin' ID? No. That's not happening."
"SECURITY!"
I shot her a You Really Freakin' Suck look as Jake rolled out into the waiting room with a gauge on his anckle. He wasn't bad.
"Tell me whats going on, Jake"
"Nothing, it was nothing"
"Obviously it was, if you had to go to the hospital!"
"Well Paulie wanted to...go out with you."
"Annnnd...?"
"I said no. He then pulled a knife on me. I know, it sounds dramatic. And pretty gay actually. But thats the way life is. Okay Cat? Now leave!"
I blushed, being embarrassed in front of a room full of hurt teenagers.
Since I have watched so many of those gay chick flicks, I automatically thought to say "we're done". But, it actually came out of my mouth this time.
"We're over. Bye", and made a dramatic exit. Is this not like a movie or what?