Will Never Settle For A Quileute Boy

Glowing In Confidence

Glowing In Confidence

Paul

"What do you suppose she's doing?" Sam asked as he appeared at the door. He crossed his arms over one another and stared intently across the yard at a short five foot two inched girl, who had been jumping up and down, running back and forth, in and out of the house for the past ten minutes. Every description I could throw out on what she was doing, I already knew what Jess was doing. She never in her life had done it outside though.

I raised an eyebrow as I found out that she had gone crazy. Setting up her table of acrylics, and her easel, she sat a large canvas on top of it. It had been bigger than the one sitting against her wall in her bedroom the night I dropped her off. But that was another topic for another day.

Her dock for her cellphone had been on the table as well while she bent over to turn on her playlist.

Jess had been acting weird for the past couple of days, and now I had an idea on the why, and it all had to do with art. We turned in our art projects, and now we were to wait for the art show coming up in a couple of weeks.

Jess still hadn't shared what she was using in the show. Especially since she hadn't spoken to me since Saturday, and it was Thursday. She was clearly still mad at me.

There she was dancing away to some upbeat tune that I have never heard, and instantly a thick brush had been smacked onto her canvas. There she went, my best friend, doing what she absolutely loved.

The canvas had been two feet taller than her, but she didn't see it as her problem. She could easily bring the levels of her easel down, but my girl always found ways to accept her challenges as they were given to her.

And then I noticed the shorts.

That time they had been shorter than the ones from Saturday, and the shirt had been skin tight. What the hell Jess?!

   She usually had an outline in charcol so she knew where and what specific details were to go into it. And yet; I didn't see anything. It was a first that she had ever free handed a painting. She did it plenty of times with sketches. But nothing else.

My eyes trailed back to her shorts. And I could no longer pay attention. She had assets that weren't recognizable before since baggy clothes always covered her. And as her shirt rose up, it revealed skin so toned and solid.

Running had really been paying off for her.

Jess ran only when she felt stressed or upset about something. Which had been quite often lately, because every time I looked out the window, there she was, stretching out her legs and then taking off.

Everyone knew she didn't like Vanessa or Bella, she made that clear. But wasn't she the one that told me to go and sit with the girl when I first mentioned it to her?

I didn't know that was how she felt. I honestly did not know, and it hurt to know that my best friend didn't want me to be happy. I had no idea if it happened to be caused by jealousy when it came to me liking someone, or if she just had a pure hatred for Vanessa.

I'd figure it out one day.

"She's been avoiding me all week, but she's doing another painting." I answered as I mimicked his stance.

"How many is it now?"

"It's her third."

"Oh, well, that's not that bad." He scoffed, he dropped his arms and made a beeline to the living room. I snapped my head back as if he'd been mental. Sam obviously didn't have a clue.