Chapter 6
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I opened my mouth to respond to him but my brain melted again because as I looked at him I could see that his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a seriously toned six pack. For some reason his jeans were also hanging low.
I gulped and stuttered. "I'm looking for my headphones."
"They are still on your head"
"What?" I instantly looked at his face to see if he was serious and started touching my head to see if my headphones were where Jack said they were.
And I found them... one earpiece on the left side of my forehead, on the opposite side of my cut, and the other earpiece was on the back of my neck.
Great! I officially look ridiculous. I'm in a ditch covered in cuts and bruises with my headphones looking like they had their own party on my head. I start to feel myself blush of embarrassment and I wish the ground would swallow me whole right now.
As I'm taking off my headphones from their ridiculous position on my head, Jack asks "Do you need help?"
"No, thank you." I begin to stand up, getting first on my knees, then on my right foot, but when I put my left foot down on the ground I feel a sharp pain in my ankle that makes it impossible for me to remain standing up and I end up falling on my a**. Again.
"Are you sure about that?" Jack asks. I looked at him feeling slightly p***** and I could swear the corners of his mouth were turned up as if he was finding my predicament amusing.
"Yes I'm sure." I answer "I just need to call 911" and I reach for my phone. I had kept it in a small fanny pack along with my keys. When I take out my phone and look at it, I see that the screen is broken. I immediately try to turn it on but I have no success. My phone is definitely broken.
Great.
Just great.
"What else is going to happen to me?" I think to myself. I let out a defeated sigh and looked at Jack. "My phone broke. Do you have a phone I can borrow to call 911?"
Next thing I know, I'm no longer on the ground or in the ditch and I'm being carried away, bridal style, by Jack.
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