Regret For The Rejection

Chapter 4

The look of concern was replaced with a gentle smile, “Awe sweety, that’s amazing. Who is it?”

“Well, he’s older than me. He actually isn’t part of the pack.” I said slowly, not entirely sure if I wanted to tell her who it was, I was scared of what her reaction would be.

“Just tell me already!” She practically shouted and it caught me off guard causing me to blurt out his name.

“Ferdi Godwin from Red River.” Her eyes widened.

“Someone hit the jackpot.” Someone said behind me, I turned to see my dad.

“Hey dad,” I mumbled a little annoyed that he had arrived home at this moment, I had been hoping to do this one parent at a time. Oh well might as well get the whole thing over and done with. “It would be a jackpot if we had decided to be together. But he had different ideas.” Both of their foreheads wrinkled in confusion. “Ferdi decided that I wasn’t worthy of him.” I explained using air "es on ‘worthy’.

“I’m going to call his mother, have her talk some sense into him.” My mother said reaching for the phone.

“No mom don’t. It doesn’t matter really. If he doesn’t want me who cares, my life isn’t going to end because some boy doesn’t want me.” I pleaded trying to talk my own sense into her.

“But he isn’t just some boy Edna,” Dad interrupted, “He’s your mate and shouldn’t be treating you like he did.”

I rolled my eyes, “You can’t make someone love someone else. You can’t make him love me and neither can I. If he really does care he’ll come around eventually and not because of the pressure from those around him.” I tried to make them see my side but mum was already talking to Ferdi’s mother and dad was listening intently with his arms crossed. I threw my hands in the air exasperated and headed for the door with the car keys.

“I’m going out. Tell mum and dad not to wait up on supper.” I told Gavin as I walked past the living room door.

I threw my bag on the passenger’s seat and put my hair up in a ponytail before pulling out of the driveway and heading down the road.

I was heading towards my second guilty pleasure, the guilty pleasure my parents didn’t know about but my friends did. This guilty pleasure was my rebellious side, I’d been caught once and told I was never to do it again. It was the reason why I wasn’t allowed to drive the car to school. It was race car driving. Mind you not on the NASCAR level but I didn’t care about that. All I cared about was the adrenaline rush is gave me, yes I’m a certified adrenaline junky.