The Horrible Car Ride
"So..." he was letting the conversation get awkward before either of us had even said anything. He was really getting on my nerves. dring-fling-kring-dring-fling-kring... His cellphone started ringing a very annoying ring tone. I don't think I did a good job hiding my frustration. He started getting red. He was just staring at me.
"Answer the cell phone!" I said annoyed. He fumbled with it but finally got to flipping it open. He held it up to his pink ear.
"Oh. Hi mom. Um... I can't really talk right now. I'm kinda busy..." He said very pink and embarrassed. I was fuming. I could hear him mom getting very annoyed on the cell phone. His cell phone was an old, bulky, ugly piece of something that looked like plastic. We still weren't moving in the car. I could still hear his mom and I think she was trying to have him come home and do laundry. I couldn't believe it. I also couldn't wait to tell Sophia how dorky her crush is. I thought I heard his mom threatening him with her husband in some way, but I decided to ignore it. He seemed a little fidgety and nervous after that. But he finally hung up the cell phone and put it back in his butt pocket. I think he could tell how mad I was at him for answering his cell phone on our date. I decided to act a little nicer and flirtatious.
"So Ronnie... was that your mother?" I asked in an innocent tone.
"Yeah..." he said "Sorry about that. She kind of has a temper when she wants me to do something and I refuse..."
"Well that's okay." THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY. And right then, I noticed something... I very painful looking bruise on his bicep. It looked almost yellow. But it looked like it wasn't hit just once. It looked like it was hit several times. I felt a chill go through my body. The hair on the back of my neck flew up.
"What?" he asked obviously noticing that I wasn't looking at his face. I think he was talking but I was too zoned out.
"The bruise on your arm... what happened?" I asked in a non-fiction concerned voice. "Are you alright?" He looked down at the green-yellow bruise as if he didn't even know he had it. I thought I saw a flash of regret fall across his face.
"Oh yeah I'm fine... so... what type of music do you like?" I didn't really like any of the music he had in his car, but I just said that I liked the Pussy Cat Dolls to make him happy. The rest of the car ride wasn't really akward, but it was kind of boring. I hope the date will go better...
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