Perfect Disater

Do you ever have a tingling sensation in your body? Like hot chocolate cascading down your throat during a cold winter’s night times 1000? Well that’s exactly how I felt when I saw him for the first time ever. Jake Turner. His floppy brown hair blanketing those penetrating hazel eyes specked with sky blue and strong bronze body just sent shivers up my spine. Now here I was, wishing I could turn back time instead of here, standing in front of a big mess. Shit.1

“Oh. My. God. I am so sorry.” Like apologizing was gonna help him when he’s got a broken fender. He smiles warmly, but that pained look on his face says it all.2

“It’s ok.” No it is not ok. I demolished my best friend’s boyfriend’s car who just happens to look like Heath Ledger only 3000 times hotter. No! Must stop drooling over him! I stare straight at the junk heap to keep myself from getting more butterflies in my stomach. It works temporarily, if works means making me feel like utter dirt. I almost throw up looking at the pile, but stop myself. The last thing I want is my puke ruining the windowpanes. At least the Lincoln is fixable and amazingly, shiny new. Still, repair costs at least $1000 for what I did. That’s 5 years of allowance down the drain. And I was saving up for a new iPod instead of my beat up mini. Or at least a decent car. To be truthful, I was kind of glad that I crashed my beat up hummer. It barely ever started anyways and once you were able to start, the thing would be out of gas. Not the dream car that every teen wants. My dad says it’s a cool, rugged beauty. Thanks Dad but I still want a Ferrari. Jake was lucky to get a nice ride instead of the usual used Honda or Toyota, and was unlucky that it got crashed by some klutzy idiot who just can’t parallel park. I must have look really out of it because when I finally look up to see Jake, he’s staring at me like I need a shrink which I probably do but do you really think I have enough money? I chuckle uncomfortably and grab a wheel that flung off of my Hummer. Unlike Jake’s Lincoln, my jeep is totaled to the max. I mean beyond repair. So why am I saying sorry to him when it’s my ride that got ruined in the first place? It takes a while, but then it finally comes back to me. Oh yeah. Parallel parking is the devil. 3

“What?” I get another are-you-ok-mentally look again which would have been funny if it was anyone but me. I almost puke for a second time from the sincere look on his face when he said that. And he used that “you can tell me” tone of voice. If this was a comedy and I was sitting on my worn out leather couch and snacking on lays, I would most likely be laughing. But I wasn’t burning my eyes out watching Seinfield or Friends reruns. Instead I was going just about insane because I am falling for my brother’s best friend/my best friend’s boyfriend which I shouldn’t be because there is no way in hell that he could like me especially now that I’ve made a great impression today. Plus, he knows I talk to myself and who would want to go out with a girl who is liable to get thrown in a mental institution before she hits twenty.4

“Excuse me?” Jake asked.5

Shit, I did it again! I bite my tongue to stop myself from babbling on some more but instead I cut it with my teeth.6

“Ow!” I yip. I’m not kidding. Yip. Like a scared little puppy.7

“Are you alright?” He looks at me with those intense hazel eyes and I let random words tumble out in a wild frenzy. That’s how intense they were.8

“Yeah I’m fine. I just bit my tongue because I didn’t want to say anything weird or freaky or messed up and it turns out that I accidentally cut it with my canine teeth which are really sharp. Did you know that those teeth can break…”9

Jake gives me this freaked out stare and backs up slowly while I continue to go all science geek on him. I really couldn’t blame him. In fact, I would suggest for him to run away because once I start speaking gibberish, there is no off button. Believe me, I’ve tried to stop myself and that ended in disaster. Now all I can do is count down the words left until I just shut up. “4267...4266…4265…4264…” Finally I say the last word and to my surprise, Jake was still there. Only he was laughing hysterically. Each laugh was like a huge blow to the stomach. Oh sure. Make fun of the math geek. 10