“I’m sorry Hanna, I just don’t think this is going to work out.” he said, cautiously. Do I blame him? Not at all, if I get too upset I can blow up like Mount St. Helens. Tears silently leaked from my eyes. He looked away, as if he couldn’t bear to see me sad. My lips curved up ever so slightly, but went back down when he looked back at me. “I really am sorry.”
As he walked away, I continued my charade because he kept looking back over his shoulder. But as soon as he disappeared around the corner, I jumped up. Wiping the few tears I had managed to squeeze out, I skipped to my parked car.
My car is awesome. It’s a 58’ convertible Corvette, red and white of course. Whenever I remember the morning of my sixteenth birthday, I smile. It used to my dad’s, but he said he wanted me to have it.
You know what else it was good for? Forgetting loser ex-boyfriends. Seriously, Cooper was a total waste of my time. I had wanted to break it off a month ago, but his mom died, I couldn’t do that to him!
Not even bothering to open the door, I jumped right over it. Adjusting the mirrors and plugging in my seat belt before slamming in the keys. The radio came blasting from the stereo, and guess what, I didn’t turn it down, like I always had to do because of Cooper’s sensitive ears. Instead, I changed the station from Kiss FM that was playing Baby by Justin Beiber, to the oldies station and listened to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
Ain’t that the truth!
With a little swagger in my movements, I pushed on my sunglasses, the ones Cooper said he hated. But I knew he just didn’t like it when other guys thought I was hot, which is what the sunglasses made me look. It felt good, the wind blowing my long, wavy, golden hair back. The feeling of being free.
Free.
And when I got home, instead of checking my e-mail for a message from Cooper about what we’d be doing Friday night, tonight, I took off my shoes and slid around the slippery floor with my socks. Putting some popcorn in the microwave, I remembered that I was going to be alone for the night. My mom and dad had gone out for a date night, wouldn’t be home until three in the morning.
“Yes!” I cried, pumping my fists into the air, above my head.
No more Cooper, no more parents, and since it’s a weekend, no more school! Could the day get any better?
But what should I do? I picked up the phone to call my friends over for a slumber party. Popcorn + movies + jammies + cell phones = PRANK CALLS! And the best ones were always to hot guys from school. Sometimes they would guess who it is, they would usually guess wrong. But once they actually guessed right.
“Um, hey, we have an order for a… Cooper Williams. Yes, your balls have arrived, when would you like to pick them up?” I started, speaking in a low man voice. It was the lamest one out there, but my friend Kasey insisted that we did it.
“Actually I just picked them up, Hanna.” He replied. I was surprised that he knew who it was, but then I remembered that I had used the same voice in gym that day.
“Really? Because we have a box here, it’s got your name on it.” I said, this time in my normal voice. I could hear him laughing on the other end.
“Well, maybe I stole them from the box, and left the box there so you wouldn’t know.” That time I laughed.
“Really? Because I didn’t think you had the balls to do that, I thought that was the reason you ordered them in the first place.” I continued to go along with him, even though all of my friends surrounding me were totally confused.
“No, I have them now.” He said in between laughs.
“Prove it.” There was silence. I didn’t know if I had insulted him, or what. “Do something you wouldn’t normally do because now you have balls.”
“Fine, Hanna, would you like to ditch the popcorn and the giggling friends, get dressed, and meet me at the movies in twenty?” he asked, calmly and collectively. I gasped, surprised and totally taken off guard. All of my friends nodded and I squeaked into the phone.
“Uh, yeah, sure!” I exclaimed.
“So lame!” I cried, letting it echo in the empty house. Picking up the nearest phone, I dialed my friend Lindsey.
“Hey Linds, you wanna come over tonight? Parents are out.” I asked, flopping down on the couch and turning on the TV.
“Nah, can’t, I’m going to the movies with Ty, remember? It’s Friday night Hanna, date night! What are you doing with Cooper?” she asked back. I could hear her gum smacking, my pet peeve, but I tried to ignore it.
“Well, we kinda split after school.” I said, hearing her gasp, then choke, then gulp. After a few seconds of silence, I wondered if she had totally inhaled her gum. “Linds?”
“I’m fine, just swallowed my gum.” She said, and then cried, “But why did you split? You two were totally perfect!”
I shrugged, not that she could see it. “Nah, I don’t really care anyway. I’m actually sorta happy.”
“Umm, okay, well, Gina and Kasey are going out tonight too, so maybe tomorrow would be better.”
“Oh, okay, yeah, that’s fine.” I tried to say without letting my disappointment seep out too much. I decided to stop the TV at Wipeout. “Well, I’ll see you later then.”
She hung up and I was forced to watch people sliding off of the big balls by myself. I remembered when Cooper first saw this show with me, he got really into it. Just the thought of it made me smile.
Picking up the phone, I dialed Cooper’s number, out of habit. When he didn’t answer, it sent me to the voice mail.
"Hey, it’s Coop, you know what to do!”
Why did I call him?
*Beep*
“Err, sorry Cooper, didn’t mean to call you. Habit, I guess… I’ll talk to you later, or, uh, see you Monday… I guess, bye.”
I hung up and all of sudden, it was like my chest burst into flames and I broke down crying. Why did he have to break up with me? What did I do wrong? Was it another girl? I dialed the number again.
“Hey, it’s Coop, you know what to do!”
*Beep*
“Hey Cooper, it’s Hanna, can you call me back? I’ve gotta talk to you… Well, bye I guess.”
All of my swagger was gone and I collapsed against the back of the chair. Changing the channel to Oprah, I smiled again. Cooper hated Oprah… oh no!
I turned off the TV and slugged over to my room, going through the kitchen to grab a bag of gummy worms, completely forgetting about the popcorn. Holding the phone in my hand, I curled onto a blanket and slumped onto my bed, chewing on a gummy worm.
“Why did I want this?” I asked myself, out loud. Who cares if I can’t listen to my music as loud as I want? Who cares if he doesn’t want other guys thinking I’m hot, I am his girlfriend, well, ex. Who cares if he gets to into Wipeout, or hates Oprah, or knows when I’m prank calling him. So what! I just want him back, if only to make me smile again.
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