Yeah, Katie, that sounds about right, age wise. I don't get it though. What goes through your mind to think that would be a good idea to have some random guys sign your breasts???
Anyway, here's another chapter, just cause I am in a mood...dunno what kind of mood, just a mood.
Chapter 11:
Five frickin thousand dollars!!! That number was the only thing running through my head when I got home. I couldn’t handle conversing with my brothers or Nisha, so I just went straight to my room.
Five thousand dollars for a temporary fix. And I’d been stupid enough to believe there’d actually been some sort of spark between us…HA!
Over the next week or so, I totally forgot all about Zee and her beautiful blue eyes. And I could barely remember the melodic lilt in her laugh.
I mentioned her to no one. When they asked about my “little getaway” I never let her name slip past my lips. Tim was the one who fixed my car…at least that’s what I told them. To them, there was no Zee.
I felt like such a fool…a five thousand dollar fool, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
“Mail’s here!” Joe dumped my mail just inside my room, on the floor.
“Thanks a lot.” I said sarcastically.
“No problem.” He smiled, which only served to irritate me more. I rose from my bed and went to sort the mail. Junk, junk, junk. Fan letter—how the hell did they figure out our address??? I made a mental note to talk to Kevin about that later. Junk, more junk, Do I want to know the secrets that will drive him wild??? Uh, no thanks. Junk, junk…credit card bill. I sighed, as the banished image of Zee decided to unbanish itself and pop into my brain. I tossed the bill into the pile to look at later…which meant it was all by itself. So, I bit the bullet and opened it.
“Holy…oh my…” I couldn’t form complete sentenced. There, near the bottom of the page, was a bill from “Tim’s Auto Service and Repair”…for twenty dollars. That was it. I grabbed my phone and called the number at the top of the page…that 800 number. After punching in my information, and being on hold for half of forever, finally I was able to speak to an actual person.
“Hi, my name is Tony. Please be aware that this call may be recorded to ensure quality customer service. How may I assist you today, Mr. Jonas?”
“The charge on my credit card is wrong.” I said as if that explained everything.
“Which charge?”
“Zee…I mean, Tim’s Auto Service and Repair. That one.”
“Hold on.” He paused. “It’s saying there is a charge of twenty dollars. Have you recently lost your credit card, or has it been stolen?”
“No. No, I know there’s supposed to be a charge from there, it’s just supposed to be bigger.” I think this puzzled him.
“Could it be you maybe had a discount?” He reasoned.
“No, I have the paperwork. How does an almost 5000 dollar bill get dropped to only twenty dollars?”
“An act of God, I presume.” He laughed at his own joke. I didn’t think it was funny. The only thing I thought or felt was confusion. I dashed over to my desk, where I’d thrown the bill from Zee. I leafed through the papers till something jumped out at me…
--The $5000 was a joke…your total comes to $20. Learn to lighten up.—
Zee had written me a note. I closed my phone, completely oblivious to there still being someone on the other end. She’d been joking, and I’d made a dam.n fool of myself.
