Forever A Player
Chapter
5//Christina's POV
I sat by my phone, Trent's
number dialed.
Did I even want to call him?
If I did, I thought to myself, I might finally be able to get a chance with him.
We could start off being friends and stuff.. And then, ugh. Who
am I kidding? He's never going to like me.
But if I don't call him, it could ruin any chance I have; if
any. And I wouldn't be able to see why he wants me to call
me.
I sat on my bed for a minute, debating my next move. Finally I
made up my mind; I was going to call him.
picked up my phone, the number still dialed, and I hit the green
call button.
*Ring*
"Please answer," I mumbled to myself.
*Ring*
This was stupid, he's not answering.
*Ring, ring, ring*
He's not going to answer. I went to hit the end call button,
but heard a faint, 'hello?' first.
"H-hey." I stuttered.
"Christina?" His voice sounded so different over the
phone, but still amazing.
"Yeah, you told me to call. Remember?" I felt stupid
calling, he probably didn't even want me too.
"Oh yeah, but I didn't think you actually would..."
He trailed off. I shrugged my shoulders, then remembered he
couldn't see me.
"Oh," I awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to
say.
"Yo, who you on the phone with?"
Some guy shouted from the background, I think it was Joey.
"We're having a pass out back, come out when
you're done with whoever." The voice said.
"Hey, sorry. I'm at my friends house. Can I call you
later tonight?" He wondered, surprisingly sounding
sincere.
"Yeah, sure, fine." I quickly said.
"Cool, catch ya later."
"Bye." I hit the end button and threw my phone on my
bed, laying down next to it. I covered my face with a pillow and
screamed into it, letting all my happiness come out. My door
flung open and my mom stood there.
"Is everything okay?" She asked. I nodded my head and
sat up straight. "Okay sweetie. Finish unpacking, your
father and I have to help Mel. There's pizza in the fridge if
you want any!" She closed the door, leaving me alone.
We moved here two days ago cause I guess the old house wasn't
suited for 'our needs' or whatever. I stumbled over to
the boxes and started setting up my room.
I actually loved my new room, I think it's better than
Melissa's. We both had our own bathroom's, but she had a
walk in closet. I had just a regular one. On one side of my room
was three huge window's that opened up so the fresh
California air could come in. One of them was right by a tree, so
I could climb on it like in those movies. I decided to open up
the window's and let the Spring air drift in, I heard a few
guys yelling in the yard next to mine. Loud neighbor's;
great.
I ignored them and began unpacking my clothes. I turned on my
IPod and let the music fill my ears.
A few minutes later I heard a thump on the ground and looked over
to see a foam football lying next to my bed.
"Hey! Over here!" I heard a guy call from a house over.
I looked out my window and saw a tan guy who went to my school.
"My friend is coming over to get it in the front!" He
yelled. I hopped down my stairs and opened the front door,
running out.
But before I could even leave my doorway, I bumped into
someone.
"Oh, sorry." We both said at once. I looked up, rubbing
my head where we collided and lost my train of thought.
"Trent?"
:o what's gonna
happen next?!
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