My Wattpad Love

Chapter 10

I was stupid, really really stupid. 

I was stuttering, uttering incoherent sentences and laughing nervously. Evan's question had definitely caught me out of guard. I didn't know what to answer so I did the stupidest thing I'd ever done in my life. And believe me, I'd done many. 

I hung up. 

I held my chest trying to calm my breathing. I stared at the phone in shock. Why did I do that? what the hell was wrong with me? I covered my face and growled in anger. I was angry at myself for being so stupid. How could I do that? It was beyond to rude to hang up like that. What was he going to think of me now? In my defense, I panicked. It was like a reflex movement, besides, I wasn't saying much. I was only embarrassing myself by stuttering and mumbling unfinished sentences. 

His question kept replaying inside my head. Did I like someone? Why was I so afraid of the answer? Sure I could forget about it and pretended nothing happened but there was no point of fooling myself. 

Because I, Julie Ann Jones, sort of liked someone. I furrowed my eyebrows as I realized this. 

Evan...

I definitely felt attracted to him. Yes, call me crazy. I know it was crazy. I mean, I hadn't even seen the guy. I had no idea of what he looked like but somehow that didn't matter. I had fun talking to him. I even enjoyed arguing with him, which was pretty often by the way. he made butterflies appear in my stomach. Not to mention how nervous I became when I heard his voice. I didn't want to imagine what would happen to me if I see him. I would probably die of a respiratory arrest, which would be a very lame death. 

Sighing I fell backwards on my couch. How did I end up liking him? I was sure I hated him at the beginning. He insulted me for God sakes! He made a rude comment about my story. I remembered that as clear as water. I ran my fingers through my hair. Maybe, I was a masochist. 

The phone ran making me jump. I stared at it in silence, I didn't move for a while. But then I realized my stare was not going to stop the phone from ringing so I extended my shaking hand slowly towards it. What if it was Evan? What if it was the Ruffles' factory manager to tell me they were not going to make any more Ruffles? I swallowed, terrified by both options. 

"Hello?" I answered trying to keep a straight voice. 

"Jules!" I relaxed as I heard Laura's voice. Ruffles were safe.

"Hey, Lau, what's up?"

"What's up?!" she imitated my voice. It was then I noticed she sounded angry "why are you ignoring me on facebook?"

"What?"

"Great, now you're deaf,"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're online on face book and you keep ignoring my messages," she explained. 

"I do?" I frowned and then spotted my opened laptop on the couch "Oh, i was... yeah, I was online but I was not on the computer,"

"Really?" she asked sarcastically.

"Stop it with the attitude, Lau. I was.... busy," I finished unsure.

 "You're telling me you are busy in a Saturday's morning?" she asked skeptically. 

"Yeah, I was..." Think of something, Jules. I encouraged myself "I was peeing,"

Really? That was the best excuse I could come up with? 

"I've been peeing a lot," I further explained.

Great move, Jules.

"Right," Lau sounded uncomfortable. I was not good at lying, I usually got verbal diarrhea whenever I was trying to lie. 

"Yeah, there's something wrong with my bladder,"

God, I really knew how to extend my misery. 

"Hum, okay," 

Just shut up! Stop talking about your bladder!

"Maybe, I drank too much water. My bladder is probably small,"

"Oh God! Shut up, Jules! You suck at lying, Jesus!" Laura exclaimed and then laughed. I couldn't help joining her laughter. I had managed to talk more than two minutes about my bladder. 

"Sorry," I said after laughing my ass off. 

"It's cool. Anyway, what I was trying to tell you on face book was that I think I like someone at school,"

"Really?" I was shocked. Laura had not been lucky with guys. Her last boyfriend dumped her for some transferring student from Jamaica. After that she swore not to trust any other man. I couldn't blame her, she'd been hurt a lot of times. 

"Yeah, he is way out of my league, but I think you could help me out," 

"Who is it?"

"Jordan," she whispered secretly.

"Jordan? Shane's best friend?" I asked in disbelief. Laura giggled.

"Yeah,"

"Are you on drugs?"

"Jules.."

"He is an arrogant douche, just like Shane. It doesn't surprise me they're best friends,"

"I know he's a player," Laura admitted "but I think he has a side no one knows about. He's in my art class, and he is very passionate about it. He loves painting and his eyes turned so bright when he speaks of art. He looks so sweet,"

"He is a player, Lau," 

"I know,"

"Then why are we even having this conversation? Just stay away from him," yeah, i was being overprotective but hey, she was my best friend. I didn't want her to get hurt. I'd watched her cry over men many times. I'd eaten ice cream and watched romance movies as she sobbed snuggling to me. I'd been with her in every time she'd got her heart broken. I didn't want her to go through that again. 

"I'm just saying I like him, I'm not in love with him or anything like that," 

"Then stop liking him," Laura sighed.

"It's not that easy,"

"Try,"

"It is useless. Every time I see him..." she paused and I swear I could imagine the dreamy face she was making. 

"I don't even know why you tell me this, you're not even listening to me," I spoke defeated.

"You’re my best friend, who else am I going to share these stuff with?" Instantly, I felt guilty. I hadn't tld her anything about Evan. should I? But what was I going to say? 

'Hey, Lau, I liked this guy I met on the internet a few weeks ago. I hadn't even seen him' 

It didn't sound reasonable for me to tell her that. After chatting about random stuff, she hung up. She was going to her dancing class. Laura loved dancing. I, on the other hand, hated it. I just sucked at it. I couldn't dance to save my life.

 Grasping my laptop, I swallowed getting ready to deal with Evan. I checked my wattpad chat box. He was online but he hadn't written anything to me. Was he mad at me? It was understandable, I would be mad at him. I mean, I'd abruptly hung up. Nervously, I sent him a message.

Me: You there?

He took a few minutes to reply. I was growing more and more nervous.

Him: Yeah.  

Me: Sorry about before.

Him: You mean, you're sorry for hanging up on me?

Me: Yeah, I was just... 

Peeing? I couldn't make the same mistake twice. I was not that stupid. I retyped my message,

Me: I was just feeding my cat.

Him: I thought you were allergic to cats.

I was indeed, when did I tell him that? My memory was not really good.

Me: Hum, I wear gloves around it.

Really, Jules, really?

Him: You're telling you have a cat even though you're allergic and you feed it wearing gloves?

me: Yeah.

I was pathetic.

Him: You really can't lie, can you?

I sighed defeated.

Me: Nope, sorry, I was surprised by your question.

Him: Why?

Me: Why did you ask me that?

Him: I told you I was curious.

Me: Why?

Him: Your story got me thinking about it. You wrote it like you knew how it feels to like someone.

Me: Everyone knows that.

Him: Sure but writers know about what they write. You seem to have experienced what you were writing.

Me: Hum, okay.

Him: Okay? Let's make a deal.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

Me: What deal?

Him: I'll forgive you for hanging up on me if you answer the question. 

Me: What question?

Him: Do you like someone?

i couldn't help the funny feeling in my stomach when I read the question again. I could still hear his sexy voice saying those words when he asked me that over the phone. 

Me: I'll answer if you answer one of my questions. 

There were many things I'd asked him and he hadn't bothered replying.

Him: Deal.

Me: Yes, I like someone.

Him: ;) Who is it?

Me: No, that's another question. Now, it's my turn. How old are you?

Him: I'm older than you. 

Me: not enough, I want a digit.

Him: 19 ;)

He was two years older than me. That wasn't much, considering I was getting closer to my eighteen birthday.

Me: Cool.

Him: So, who is it?

Me: Drop it. I’m not telling you.

Him: I'll tell you where I live if you tell who you like.

That was such a tempting offer. But there was no way I was telling him he was the one I liked. 

Me: So what are you doing? 

Him: nice try. Why can't you tell me? It's not like I’ll know the person you like.

Me: That's personal stuff. I don't want to say it, okay?

Him: Why are you making such a big deal of this? 

Me: Why can't you just drop it?

Him: I'm just intrigued by your secretiveness.

Me: Evan, let it go,

Him: Fine, whatever.

Me: Are you mad at me?

Him: Nah, you should study Math. I'll see you around.

His curt goodbye confirmed my suspects: He was upset. He was still online but he was not talking to me. I spend some time watching YouTube videos but got bored pretty quickly. It was eating me from the insides to know he was online and not talking to me. 

Sighing in defeat, I went to his profile ad my heart sank in my chest. He was talking to the same girl from the other day. All their messages were on his message's board. They were flirting shamelessly. I was hurt, not only because I was jealous but because he had stopped chatting with me to talk to her. It was like he was choosing her over me.

God, I had to stop being so dramatic. He was some guy I met on wattpad. I looked down notcing the tears filling my eyes. 

Seriously, Jules? You're going to cry over some guy you haven't even seen?

I held back tears and opened Evan's chat box. 

Me: You didn't need to ditch me to flirt with that girl. 

I sent the message and instantly regretted it. What was wrong with me?

Me: I mean, I could have given you some tips to make her fall for you.

I sent that second message in a pathetic attempt of fixing it. He didn't reply and that made me feel worse. I could see him replying to the girl on his message board so he was obviously there ignoring me. 

Evan was ignoring me and it hurt. I slammed my laptop closed. I needed t get some fresh air. I needed someone to talk to. I changed into a pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt that matched my purple converse. I combed my hair with my fingers and then searched for my phone. I called Jason but he didn't pick up. Was he still avoiding me? He was definitely overreacting about the entire 'seeing-naked' situation. I didn't bother calling Laura. She was probably in her dancing class. That thing could last for hours.

Who else? 

I realized I didn't have many friends. It probably had to do with the fact that I was a shy person and I barely talked to anyone at school. But seriously, two friends? Well, at least, they were true friends. I stared at my phone watching how the mails from comments and messages from wattpad were being received. They reminded me of Evan. I felt really sad, I really needed a distraction. 

So, I found myself dialing Jerkpid's number. Even though, I was still mad at him for playing with me in the kitchen the other day. He was the only one who apparently could answer his phone after the first ring,

"Hello there," his arrogant voice made me regret calling him. 

"Hey, Shane," 

"Oh Jones, I knew you couldn't survive without me," I swear I could see him smirking "You miss me, babe?"

"Cut it out, Mr. Flirt,"

"Mr. Flirt?" he laughed for a moment.

"Yeah, listen," I didn't know what to say or how to say it, "what are you doing?"

"Men's stuff, why?" I narrowed my eyes and then felt stupid because he could not see me. 

"You're trying to get a girl for the night, aren't you?" I heard him gasp.

"You read my mind! I knew you were a witch. Your bad choice of clothes gave it away," 

"That doesn't make any sense, you idiot,"

"It does to me," he chuckled "as much as your call pleases me, I cannot help but wonder the reason behind it,"

"Hum, I was wondering if you... we could... I..." I trailed off nervously. 

"If you want a date with me, just say it, babe,"

"Not a date and stop calling me babe," I paused as I knew he was waiting for me to speak "I just need someone to talk to," I blurted out and froze. Shane stayed in silence for a few seconds.  

"Well, we are talking, aren't we?"

"I mean, I need to get out of my house, get some fresh air and since I live in the middle of nowhere. I'm stuck here unless someone picks me up,"

"And you thought that someone could be me," he finished for me.

"Yeah,"

"Why would I get my precious car out of my garage and drive to the middle of nowhere to pick up a girl who has claimed to hate me passionately?" my brain took its time to understand the long question.

"Is that a no?" I asked confused.

"No, it means I need an incentive, a stimulus to do it. What do you have to offer, Jones?"

"Hum, cookies?" 

"Not enough,"

"Chips?"

"Try harder,"

"Ruffles?" I was sacrificing my little buddies for this. I couldn't believe it. 

"That may work but I need something else," 

"I don't have anything else to give you,"

"Yes, you do,"

"What do you want?" I placed my free hand on my hip impatiently. 

"I'll tell you when I get there but you have to promise you will do it,"

"I'm not going to have sex with you," I warned just in case. Shane laughed.

"It's not sex, Jones. You couldn't get me hard even you try,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind, want me to pick you up or not?"

"Yes,"

"then promise it,"

"Fine, I promise I will do what you want when you get here,"

"Alright, I'll be there on five," he hung up.

Five minutes? What was he? A fast and furious' driver? I shook my head, I felt like I made a mistake but oh well, anything was better than staying alone in my house watching how Evan ignored me as he flirted with some stupid girl. Shane was a pain in the ass but he could at least entertain me for a while. I enjoyed getting under his skin.

But I wasn't certainly not prepared for what was about to come.

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