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I sat across from Jolece, both of our auras conflicting each other. The tension was so thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.
"So," She started, expectedly starting a conversation, "Where you from?"
cliche and boring.
"Manhattan," I said both plainly and honestly.
"Really? I don't hear an accent on you," She tried to seem interested.
"I said Manhattan, not Brooklyn," I straight faced her.
She laughed, but I was dead serious, "Unintentionally funny, Jeremiah did mention that about you."
we're slapping the hell out of him the next time we cross paths.
"Right, and what else did he say about me?" I questioned her, making myself somewhat invested in the conversation now.
"Nothing bad, just that you're lonely."
nothing bad.
I pinched my eyes and cut directly through her gaze, "Being described as lonely isn't bad?"
"No! not at all, it's a simple problem that can be easily fixed, that's pretty much why i'm here," After her saying that, I started to believe she didn't hear herself.
"so you're saying you're only making an attempt at being my associate because you pity for me and don't want me to be lonely?" I sat back in my chair.
"When you put it like that...." She trailed off.
Silence overgrew us again, thankfully. We both attended to our phones—bored.
I'm too anxious to say it, so i'd just wait until she brought up an excuse to leave.
"How do you know Jeremiah?" She randomly asked me—bringing my attention back up to her.
"He's my dorm mate, figured you would know that," I told her.
"what I mean is—how close are you two?" She simplified.
I looked at her perplexed, trying to get a better understanding of what she meant exactly, "We're just friends, why?" I leaned closer.
"Nothing, I just thought you had a crush on him or something," She spoke honestly.
Now I was invested, "why does everyone think I have a crush on him? we're strictly just friends," I chuckled.
She smiled softly, "it's just the sudden burst of connection between you two. He told me you guys recently became closer, but the way he talks about you—"
"He talks about me?" I bursted in between her sentence.
"See! That's why people think you like him. You get so excited just at the thought of him," She said.
