I can't think of anything else, my mind is racing, and the next thing I know, I hear, "So who was that?" I whipped around to see my dad standing there with his arms crossed. I tried to keep as calm as I possibly could and explained to him that some boys ran by knocking me onto the benches and the paramedic thought that I might have a concussion. So, Jacen gave me a ride home. Dad said, "So does this Jacen plan to meet with me?" I got red, or I guess even redder, which I didn't even think was possible. I told him that he was just giving me a ride home. Dad just huffed and said, "mhm..." He walked off looking like someone just skipped out on putting the meat on his sandwich. I went to bed thinking about that tiny little peck on my cheek. I dreamed of the day that I grew brave enough and told him who I was, and dreamed of him asking me to marry him. These dreams continued all through the night, despite their fantastical nature. I woke up the next morning with my sheets soaked from the pleasantries of my dreams. I quickly balled up my bedding in embarasment before changing, running down the stairs and threw the bundle of evidence into the washer, hoping against all odds that no one saw me or what I was doing. Wouldn't you know the luck, my brother walked in laughing at what he had just seen. He said, "I want a new bike." I asked him what on earth he was going on about, and he replied, "I want a new bike or mom and dad find out that you're peeing in the bed." I hushed him quickly so that he would stop talking. I told him, "I didn't pee on the bed, I just had a very interesting dream about a boy I met." All he said was, "Ew... I didn't want to know that, but either way, I want a new bike or you can try cleaning up all the beans I spill all over mom and dad." My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach. I finally told him, "Fine, I will do it. Now, will you please just let me be?" He laughed his deviously evil little laugh and walked away. I went into the kitchen after starting the washer hoping that my face wasn't red enough for anyone to notice. And as if she could read my mind, Mom asked, "Are you OK honey? Your face is quite red." I told her that I was fine and that my head just hurt from the concussion. At that she almost jumped out of her skin, asking me, "What happened. Are you OK?" It was then at that moment that I realized mom didn't know about that yet. So I did everything I could think to do to calm her down and explain what had happened last night without the details of the tiniest of kisses on my cheek or the fact that I soaked my panties watching him play. She was furious towards those other guys who just ran me over but was glad that there are still yet, some respectable young men like Jacen who would give a girl a ride home without expecting her to give him any sort of favors in return. I agreed with her statement of how it takes a real man to do what Jacen did. In my mind, I was screaming like a little school girl at my mother's aproval of the man of my dreams. What am I saying? I am just a little school girl... after all, 5 feet 1 1/2 inches isn't exactly tall. I ate and ran up stairs to hide in my room saying that my head hurt too much to do anything today. I waited until everyone went off to church to go back down and grab my things from the washer, get them dried and head back up to my room where I hid until the next day, milking the head injury for all the privacy I could get. The next morning I ate quickly and left for school hoping to catch up with Jacen for a little bit before class started. Though when I finally found him he was speaking to another girl in the hall. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair, skin perfectly kissed by the sun, and green eyes that shined like emeralds in a fancy showcase at a jewelry store. I thought nothing of it until little miss bombshell in a white tank top and Daisy Dukes leaned in and kissed Jacen on the cheek and left. I could do nothing but stare as Jacen looked at her while she was walking away. I ran and hid before he was able to turn around and see me. I don't have the words to describe what I was feeling. Physical pain couldn't touch what I felt now, but it was very different. I didn't know what to do, my entire world just exploded from the tiniest peck on the cheek. No more than what he gave me the other night, but the memory of that little peck is exactly what made it such a painful sight. How intense even just a tiny peck can be. The thought that this other girl with her perfect everything might have caused for Jacen what he caused in me. The idea was unbearable. And the thought that he would just let me believe that I might just be lucky enough to have him after that little peck was beyond anything I was emotionaly capable of handling. I could not believe that I had just agreed with my mother about how much of an upstanding citizen Jacen was just yesterday. I was going to tell my mother just how wrong she was when I got home. Nothing could possibly make the sting of Jacen's betrayal go away. What am I thinking, he didn't betray me, just the image I had of him. He was never really mine to begin with. With these thoughts, I began making my way to class.
