Sassy Jenny

    "Hey pretty, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure"

My fourteen-year-old self replied. I was fifteen when I met Zain. I had gone out with Tasha for sightseeing. Like we always do every Saturday. I was in second to my final year in high school and I would be graduating the next year.

  My mom mentioned several times to me, no boys until you are done with high school. I had no problem with that because I was not attracted to any boy and I did not think I would until I am done with high school.

  But meeting that handsome hot dude, asking for directions that hot afternoon changed my plans of no boys till I am done with high school.

  He was too hot to be ignored. If Tasha was with me, she would not have allowed me to talk to Zain. She has gone to get ice cream for both of us.

  I was standing by the roadside dressed in one of my baggy tops and a pair of black rugged jeans and white sneakers. I was quite looking boyish in those attires but I did not fucking care because I had never dressed like a girl. My sense of dressing had tagged me the nickname "Sassy Jenny" both in school and in my neighbourhood.

  Zain had stopped his black Toyota Camry and whined down. At first, I was pissed but when I saw his angelic face, I mellowed down and wished I had dressed up like a lady.

    "Hey pretty, can I have a word with you?"

  "Sure, go ahead"

I happily said,

He chuckled and cleared his throat.

"I am looking for Third Crescent Avenue, where is it please?"

  "That's where I live, next to it, I live by the fourth"

"That's great if you don't mind, you can show me"

He had said and my smile dropped.

  I was waiting for Tasha and there was no way I was going to leave her but the thought that I would be riding with the hot dude for five minutes gave me tingles. 

  I threw caution to the wind and entered the car without thinking if he was a kidnapper. I was just gushing over him and smiling silly at his jokes.

  We bonded well while on the way to the avenue and after I had shown him the building he was looking for, he thanked me and collected my contact information.

  "Nice dress"

He muttered and drove into the building.

  For over five minutes, I was rooted in one stop, smiling, if not for my phone that brought me back to reality, I am sure I would have got rooted at a spot for an hour.

  Tasha was angry I left her but I pleaded with her and promised to make it up to her and she forgave me.

  One thing led to another and Zain and I started dating.

   Until that fateful day, he invited me to his house and broke the news to me and afterwards wedded my sister. 

  How connected with my sister, story for another day.

     If I tell you that I know what to do, then I am a liar. I don't want to rebel against my mom's wish and yet I don't want to put my feelings in line. Zain does not deserve to see Me.

  I had tried to hate him but my heart would not listen to my head. It's like it has its own mind.

   I wish I am strong like Tasha, I would handle this whole thing.

   "Dad, at a time like this I want you to talk to me. What do I do, dad?"

  My afternoon was ruined all because of a man who doesn't care if he had hurt me or not.

   "Jenny you can do this, you can take the world, remember what you have passed through because of him. You have got to do this. Show Zain that you are over him. Let him see what he missed by rejecting you. You have got nothing to lose, rather he is the one who is a loser"

My mind screamed at me. It was easier said than done. If I think I can handle it, my Heart will tell me otherwise.

   "See what you have done to me, Zain. You are a ba****t. I will never forgive you for the emotional trauma she made me go through"

  I muttered and stood up to get my brush and painting equipment. It helps me deal with stress and I have been drawing a lot lately.

  I was home, waiting to gain admission and it will take me two to three months so what I could do to take my mind off unnecessary thoughts is to draw and paint anything, It's what I know how to do best.

  I went to my painting room and sat down and stared at the unfinished painting of mom. I started three days ago and soon I will be through with it. I wanted to surprise her and I don't know if I will be able to finish it before leaving tomorrow. Mom had made it a priority that I leave by tomorrow.

   I heard a crack and I jumped,

I turned around to see who had scared me and it was no other than Moris, I don't know what he is in my life, whether a best friend, boyfriend or a friend with benefits.

  Mom allowing us to see each other shows you that my mom can never be predicted. The first time she met him, she did not like him and I fought over heels with her but later on, she allowed him to start visiting me only if he would keep his hands off me.

  And I tell you, we have been doing the opposite of that since.

   "What the heck, you scared me?"

I glared at him and he chuckled naughtily, 

"I missed you and you know, I just want to hold you until you can't feel your legs"

 "Moris, that's not sexual terms, boy. Are you trying to confuse me or what? You did not miss me, you missed my body. Leave, I am busy"

I said and turned my back on him

"Pervert!"

I murmured.