The Summer Warmth

Nine~

The Snack

Chapter 9

All while processing over the words and gawky attitude of Jade Augustine is making my senses puke in my head continuously. He being around me and the charity house for the whole summer is finally getting me to rile up in a nauseous feeling. How I wish I could make him get out of this house and never come back. Tell him to fuck his head off and that nasty smirk back to the bloody place he came from.

But you cannot because indirectly he owns the charity house and not you. So, the person to leave first will be you and no him. My inner self is swirling all right thoughts at the wrong timing and I hate it

Sometimes how much I aim for my subconscious for not being so right all the time or not being in me at all.

I am finally done with all my sessions for the day and now am making my way towards my car, soaked in sweat, my clothes clinging to me like the second skin but I am too tired to go and take a bath and change hereafter encountering with today's events. My pants are coming in softly which is quickly my least of concerns when I come insight with my Audi TT parked in all its glory. A little distance from my car and I am once again tripped by someone but this time is engulfed in the person's arms who saved my ass from paying respect to the floor again. I didn't want to and didn't even notice the person before my voice comes out loud in its own accord,

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I grit my teeth with my eyes now slightly opening to catch the face I clearly wasn't expecting, rather in near to the face I am too familiar to begin with.

"Easy their women, calm down." Jai says with a lopsided smile all while looking down at me and quickly making a move to help me stand up.

I am surely relieved to see that it was just Jai and not any other maniac person but also guilty to shout at him in the first place. Jai is one of my oldest and trusted friends of mine of whom I am grateful. I and him first met in the charity house itself when I merely used to come here and he was one of the children like all others waiting to be adopted by some proper family. We became really good friends in the meantime and soon after our meeting here, he was adopted by one of the founding families of our city. From then, to now we are attached to each other's hip. Where I take classes of dance for girls, he takes them for boys. We sometimes dance in the auditorium together, goof around whenever or sometimes we just sneak in somehow and just be ourselves. Each time with him feels real to the imagination.

"Thank you and sorry for shouting." I say in a low voice feeling bad which I hope he still catches on to. The shake of his head, replaced with big eyes tells me he did.

"Did you just apologize?" he gasps loudly while keeping a hand on his chest pretending to be hurt and knowing too well of his crazy tactics, I roll my eyes and shove his arm with mine.