Ring, ring, rinnnnnnnnggggg!!
Davey awoke with a start. He looked over at his brightly lit digital clock on his nightstand. It read 2:37.
Who in the HELL would be calling at two-fourty in the fucking morning?! Davey thought to himself angrily. He brushed his long, dark hair behind his ear, and picked up the reciever.
"Hello?" he said, annoyed. He was shocked to hear someone crying.
"D-d-davey?" a soft, timid female voice asked. He sat up immediatly. He knew that voice a mile away.
"Jenna? What's wrong, love?"
"I-I just-" more sobs cut off her words. He panicked.
"Listen, are you hurt?"
"No, no, I'm not." Davey let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "I'm sorry to scare you like this. It's just.. I just caught Kyle with another woman!"
I will fucking kill him, Davey thought to himself.
"Okay," he told her, trying his best to calm her down, "let me slip on a pair of shoes, and I will be there in a minute, okay?"
Jenna nodded, "Alright, you know where the key is." Oh, yes he did.
"In the bird house." He couldn't help but smile. Many a night he sprang surprises on her, popping up to deliver her some dinner, or just a 'Thinking of You' card.
"Yeah," she responded in a little more than a whisper. They hung up. Jenna slumped into her pillow and cried. Davey went straight to his top drawer in his wooden chess-of-drawers to get a pair of socks. He laughed a little when he found a black-and-white polka dotted pair that Jenna gave him one birthday. He pulled them on, and found a pair of Adidis to wear. He pulled his thick, elbow-length hair into a bun and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up. He looked in the mirror. He sighed, unsatisfied. For some reason, he had not been happy with his apperence lately. He couldn't figure it out. He shut the bathroom light off and ran downstairs and grabbed his keys off the hook. He ran down the few concrete steps to his black, mid-sized car.
***
Jenna heard the little click of the front door lock being unlocked. She heard a small creak and some foot steps in her front foyer.
"Jenna?" Davey called out quietly.
"In here," she responded. She heard his footsteps coming into her bedroom. He pushed the door open. She flipped over onto her back and slid a few inches to her right and let Davey have room to sit. He smiled weakly.
"Hey," he whispered, running his hand through her vibrant, wavy red hair. He always found it very attractive, especially with her pale skin complexion and her shockingly green eyes.
"Hey." They sat there silently for a moment. Davey continued to pet her hair.
"Thanks for coming, Davey." Jenna softly broke the ice.
"No problem, hun. You know you can call me whenever you need to." He smiled lovingly at her but Jenna had already closed her eyes, replaying the scene she just came upon.
"Am I just not good enough for him?" she asked angrily, not more to the heavens than to Davey. She felt the tears come once again. Davey took his hand from hair beautiful hair, put it behind her neck and pulled her into a tight hug. She sobbed into his shoulder, wondering how Kyle could do this to her. Davey ran his hand up and down her back. She had a rather slim, toned body. She ran in the morning and in the evening for thirty minutes each. And it showed. Jenna thought about the first time she met this inredible man.
He's so beautiful, she thought to herself. She had felt this way since the first time she met him, back at Ukiah High. They first locked eyes in third period Chemistry. And chemistry there most certainly was. She was the new kid, and most people had ignored her, aside from comments about her hair. It was exactly the way it is now. She had never dyed her hair, nor will she ever. On her first day at new school, she had worn all black, as per usual, and her eyes were rimmed with thick black eyeliner. She was more timid than usual, and she hung her head, looking at the ground, avioding the other's stares. She entered her third period class, Mr. Williams as her teacher, though he was not in the room yet. She looked up for a desk, and saw a group of other people who were dress like her: their clothes were black and very loose. A boy, her age, maybe a year older, two, maybe, at tops was wearing a too-large Misfits shirt and a very cute smile, and he had a small lip ring on the right side
of his bottom lip. He caught her attention instantly. There was a couple other boys, one who seemed to be very tall; he stood at least 6 feet tall, he had a "Pirates" shirt on, very pale blue eyes, and short brown hair. He had a rather cute smile as well. She looked over at what they were ginning about. It was a boy with a black mohawk, holding a skateboard, telling jokes. He looked over at Jenna, and she quickly looked away.
"Hey!" he called out. She looked back up, terrified. The tall boy and the boy wearing the Misfits shirt were looking over their shoulders, looking at who the boy with the mohawk was calling to. Jenna nodded to the boy with the mohawk. He waved her over to him, and she reluctantly walked toward them.
"Hey, you must be new," he said.
"Hi, uhmm, yeah. I just moved here over the summer," she replyed awkwardly. She started to twirl her hair, a habit of hers.
"Cool. I'm Smith," the boy with the mohawk introduced himself. "This is Adam," he gestured to the tall boy. Adam gave her a small wave, and Jenna did the same. "And this is Davey," he pointed to the cute boy in the large Misfits shirt.
"Hi," he greeted her. She said hello back.
"My name's Jenna." she introduced herself to the small group.
"Well, Jenna, would you like to join us for the very exciting Chemistry class that is about to take place?" Smith asked her.
She laughed a little, and agreed, taking a seat between Davey and Smith, Adam taking the last seat on the opposite side of Smith. They were sitting at one of the long tables with four stools. The late bell rang out, and of few of the late students scurried to their seats. Jenna looked over at Davey. She was suprised to see he was already looking at her. Davey turned his gaze back to Adam, who was talking about Meeting some guy named Jade at "The Tri" for lunch.
"Do you have 'A' or 'B' lunch. Jenna?" she looked up, startled that Adam was talking to her.
"Uhmm," she lamely said. "Hang on, let me get my schedule..." she dug around her messanger bag for the yellow peice of paper. "Ahh, 'B' lunch."
"Sweet! So do we!!" Smith exclaimed.
"You wanna sit with us at luch, Jenna?" Davey asked her, making her hair stand up on end. She softly nodded.
THWACK! All the students instantly wheeled around to look at the front of the class room. A tall, thin man had smacked his desk with a yard stick.
"I am Mr. Williams. I will be teaching your chemistry class this year....."
And that is how Jenna came to meet beautiful Davey, laid-back Adam, and crazy Smith. She had met Jade later on that day. She found out about A Fire Inside, and she became a guitar tech. She'd been with them since the very beginning.
"Hey, sweet heart?" Davey's horse voice broke her thoughts. She lifted her head off his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want me to crash here?" he asked. "I can sleep in the guest room." She tilted her head and nodded.
"If you do not mind."
"Of course not, Jenna." He brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled at her affectionally.
She weakly returned the smile. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on her forehead.
"Call if you need anything."
"Mkay," she answered, watching Davey exit the room. She turned of her lamp and flipped over onto her side. She fell asleep thinking about how it would feel laying in his strong arms.
Davey yawned and enter the small but cozy guest room. He slid off his socks and shoes, took out his rubber band in his hair, and laid on his back. He visualized him and Jenna kissing, huging, holding. And he thought about how it would be, making love to her. He was instantly aroused. He always was, when he thought about being intimate with her. He angrily flipped on to his stomache.
It will never happen. He thought. His eyes tearing up. He finally feel into a fitful sleep.