DAY 2: JENNA
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Ah, yes. Today is better than yesterday, as I managed to arrive earlier to my workplace. I also managed to meet Harry, my super hot boss. Though we are still not making any contacts, soon, we will be. I was an intern, remember? Oh, I wish I will be serving him, or he wanted me to be his PA, oh God!
Anyways, for today, at work, not much. Some ol' intern things, preparing the files, making coffee for the permanent staffs, pretty much labour thing there. Well, that is what people always said: Intern's role is to serve us, not to do our jobs. I am not complaining tho, plus I found it fun and leisure since I did not have to do the main work, yet. And luckily for me, the staffs are not that wicked like people used to rumour about, in fact, they are the most tolerable old people, and full of wisdom. I get to talk with them, and they always share with me about their works, the interviews, the templates, the ways to ask questions, like everything. I even get to look at the exclusive interviews about the top supermodel, Louis and Helena. Oh, those two are like the fallen angels, ready to illuminate the earth with their enchanting beauties!
But, enough about my workplace. Today, I got to hang out with Jenna. Who, you said?
Are you forgetting about, that Jenna?
Wait, let me see if I had written somewhere here...
Well, nope. Must be burned along with the old diary. Thus, I need to start back about Jenna, my first and last ex-girlfriend.
Yes, you see me write that, my ex-girlfriend.
I...shall begin it from the start.
Flashback...
Remember the time when I hang out with Adam while watching the sunset?
Yeah, yeah, that stuff.
Let start from that.
After the sun was already set, and the moon started to appear, Adam gave me a ride back home. This time, I tried to hold at the spaces behind my back, to support myself during the journey back home. Adam noticed it, and he swiftly took my left hand and placed it around his waist. I quickly grabbed his waist with my right arm, hugged him tightly, as he speeded along the road.
"W-why you do that?! I almost fall behind!"
I yelled, but not too rudely to him. Somehow, underneath his helmet, I can hear his laugh. My face turned red, as I kept hugging him. At the tip of my fingers, somehow, I can felt his solid hard abs, by passing through the bums on it. Gosh, this guy has eight pack and this...V-line. I really wanted to see him shirtless in front of me, and pulled my hands, running through his abs wet.
Wait, wait!!!
Did I just fantasize myself with this guy?
Yet somehow, all I can do is to touch his abs, though the jacket was thick enough, I still can feel it. How buff is this guy? I knew it was weird and wrong, but he was the one who put me in this situation, but I am not complaining.
After minutes pass by, we finally reached in front of my house. Dad's car was not there yet, so I assumed he will be late tonight. It was a relief, by the way.
"So, this is your home?"
Adam parked his bike and walked beside me, as I already reached the front door. His mouth was closed to my ear when he asked that. His voice sent shivers to my spine, as it was hot and tempting. His chest was coming up behind my back, so I can felt his heartbeat's rhythm.
"Ye-yeah, want to come in? My dad was not around yet."
Eh?
Did I just invite him inside? What was I thinking about? It sounded like I was trying to flirt with him.
"Hm, is that so? Are just trying to seduce me, to touch my abs again?"
Adam's smirk made me nervous, but dang, this guy is sexy! Ah, but it also meant that he knew that I was harassing his abs during the ride. I tried to deny it, but nothing came out from my mouth.
"I-its not like-"
I turned around, only to have only a few inches away from his face. I jumped backwards, but Adam kept closed his face to mine.
"You're getting red. It's that mean I right?"
He tried to make me flustered even more. I gently pushed his chest away from me, but he grabbed my hands and put it on the top of his left-sided chest. Even his chest is broad and muscular, plus he was dragged my hands running through his cleavage, and it was sex...
No! What was I thinking now?!
But, I did not shook my hands off from his grip.
"So, I was right, didn't I?"
He asked again, but this time, it was gentle and serene. Somehow, it felt like he wanted to ask for something else, but I did not know what it is. We stood there for a minute, while our eyes were still in contact, and our hands were still clasped firmly.
Honk, honk!
My dad honked from his car, as Adam's bike blocked his way to park into our garage. I quickly pulled my hand and peeked beside Adam's broad shoulder.
"Oh, shoot, it's my dad! And your bike was in his way!"
I pushed Adam to go to the bike, to move it, as he was a bit speechless at that moment. I swear, I can see he pouts at that time. Adam then moved his bike away and clutched his helmet. After my dad finished parked the car, he walked out from the garage, to watch me stood beside Adam, who was ready to leave.
"Alan, is that your new friend? Why don't you invite him to dinner?"
My dad tried to sound casual, as he did not want to seem weird in front of my new friend. My face was already red as a tomato, though I did not flinch. Adam raised his shaded visor, observing me carefully as he studied my face. He then waved at my dad, signalling that he wanted to leave already.
"Next time, sir!"
As soon as he answered my dad's invitation, he speeded away with his loud bike. I watched him leave and stood there for minutes until my dad patted my shoulder and asked me to come inside.
"Come on, it'll get chilly outside."
I followed my dad inside, wondering what will happen if I already invited him before my dad even get home.
"So...how was your new school?"
Dad tried to make out a conversation during our dinner. I startled, as I was in my random thoughts about the previous event.
"Oh, yeah, nothing much. Like usual, introduction, classes, nothing new."
I gave him vague answers since I was thinking about something else, obviously. Dad noticed my strange behaviour after Adam left, so he decided to ask.
"So, that new guy with that bike, is your new friend?"
Listening to his question, made me drop my spoon before it gets to enter my mouth.
"W-what? Who, him? I, no, Adam, not..."
My dad cut me before I continued said random things.
"So, this Adam, is he is your new friend?"
I evaded his look, continued to stay quiet. Dad, from across the table, laughed.
"I never saw you this stuttered for a while. Is this Adam special or something?"
Dad's next question was surely raised something in me, whether it was a triggered alarm or something offending. I sighed.
"Adam...he was the only guy that willing to give the nearest seat to me at the class. So, I tried to befriend with him during school, but he kept ignoring me, but..."
I stopped. To continue these next sentences, however, the words were stuck in my throat. Dad watched me, he was not rushed me to answer, neither demanded the disclosure. All he did was wait for me to continue, which I appreciated it. I finally managed to collect my thoughts on how to arrange the next sentences.
"Well, dad, what will you do, if someone acts like, he kinda not like you, but at the end, he always tried to get near you, like wanted to, flirt with you, so how will you react?"
I asked my dad this question, and to be honest, I was surprised that he did not react like I thought he was supposed to. My dad continued to eat, and after a moment, he finished his meal and looked at me.
"Well, why don't you give that guy a chance to be with you?"
I shocked to learn his reply. And top of that, he said that calmly, like, hello, a guy is flirting with me, a guy too? Though I wanted to ask why, but my dad was already ready to leave the dining table. I did not get to catch him, as he was hurried to his room.
"I have works to do, is it okay with you?"
I nodded as I did not want to disturb him. I cleaned up the dishes and continued to walk to my room. As I laid down on my bed, Adam's face began to form on my mind. This time, he was shirtless, and only wore shorts. His body was soaked with sweats, and he put his hand behind his head, flexed his wet, sexy biceps, while his solid abs were tensed. He walked closer until my hands reached his thighs, made my hands brushed between the gap.
"Ah, you want to touch my abs, right?"
"Wah!!!!!"
My dad hurried to my room and opened the door wide.
"Why?! Is there any burglar break-in?"
All my dad saw was I rolled around on the floor. Slowly, he left the room. I watched him left, with a sorry-look on his face.
"Wait, dad, no! You get it wrong!"
Ah, dang it! Fine! Tomorrow, I will tell him about a piece of my mind!
- Writer
