Numerous hours had gone by since we started, and we were finally approaching the last few outfits to try on and measure. Franny didn't immediately leave after her mental breakdown from being starved as she put it, she waited around for about an hour and a half to see if either one of us would change our minds about going with her to some burger place before finally giving up and leaving.
"I never thought I could fall asleep standing up until right this second." Jacob noted aloud, slightly leaning against the back of my sofa to get some relief from standing up for hours on end.
We'd hit delirium about an hour ago, and now we were in so deep it felt as if I was getting high as I read yet another measurement off of the number strip. I was so out of it I had to double check multiple times to make sure I was writing the correct markings down in my notebook, which was only adding on time to all of this. Any normal person would just stop where they were and pick from the outfits they'd already assessed, but I was not normal--and I was okay with that. Jacob was surprisingly smart enough not to question me. "We're on the home stretch, bare with me."
"Do you think I could get a break soon?" "Absolutely not, do you want to be here until six in the morning?" I quickly shoot him down.
The moon in the sky sitting adjacent to my condo building showed just how long we'd been at this, and I didn't plan to be awake when the sun rolled around again. "You are so mean." he groaned, reminding me way too much of his girlfriend.
"I'm not mean, I'm just being practical." I defend.
When did we even get to the point where he could form an opinion about me, less than a day ago I'd said less than ten words to the guy now here we were alone in my apartment losing our minds.
"Yeah, well your practicality gives off an uptight vibe." He nonchalantly says, unknowingly and completely insulting my character.
I knew that I was uptight, and I definitely didn't need someone to tell me that as if it was something I should fix. I could fucking relax, he just wouldn't be around when that happened. People pick up one thing about you and think they have you figured out to a freaking T.
"Well my uptightness is the reason we are where are at this very moment, so I'll take that as compliment" I give him a fake smile before rolling my eyes.
When I turned around to write a quick note down I could feel him watching my movements, trying to analyze me like I couldn't sense is glare. "You're just so like robotic, how can you enjoy anything?"
My mouth dropped open at his words not believing he actually had the balls to say this shit to me, Jacob was definitely out of his fucking mind.
"Gwen, don't take what I'm saying the wrong way," he continued, pausing to try to find the right words to use, "Like even now you're so tense around me, aren't you used to doing this?"
I rolled my eyes at him, he obviously thought he was a fucking psychiatrist, there were numerous things I could point out about him that I'd heard from Franny, but that was simply none of my business—completely out of Gwen's Jurisdiction. "Well excuse my awkwardness, Jacob, I can't really change that."
"Are you scared of me?" He questioned. He was now completely sitting on the back ledge of the sofa, his legs carelessly spread open—so he dabbled in manspreading—gross.
I definitely was not scared of Jacob fucking Elordi, sure his height could be intimidating to someone like me who was only about five foot five maybe six, but that's about as far as it went. No one was fucking scared, if that was the case we wouldn't be here right now. It'd be a cold day in hell before I became afraid of an asshole who couldn't sort out his emotions.
