Rules of Dating (Under Construction)

IV. Time to Pretend

Chapter Four: Time to Pretend

                “You are so sensitive,” Jace replied after we finished watching a movie from one of my bucket list. Since Jace came back, from visiting his Grandparents with his Mom (I’m surprised he never told me this detail.) he apologized to me a million times, but I didn’t take that. I wanted to have fun with this so the only thing I would accept his apologizes is watching the rest of the movies that are listed in my bucket list. And it’s the best deal I’ve ever made with him. The movie that I picked this week is My Girl. And Jace hates it when I pick films to watch back at the old days – or years.

                I whipped the tears away using the tip of my sleeve, “it’s so sad. Her best friend died of finding her mood rings.”

                “Then stop watching sad movies,” he explained leading me into a path that will include watching porn.

                “Then stop being a jerk,” I said.

                “Never, it’s who I am,” he replied with a grin. At the end of his sentence his phone buzzed, yet again. It’s been buzzing before the movie, through the movie and at the end of the movie. We decided to ignore it, but I couldn’t. I wanted to know who kept interrupting our bonding time and why. Before Jace could get the phone in the popcorn bowl, I snatch it.

                I looked at the caller ID.

                “Who’s Ron?” I asked.

                “No one,” he said a little bit too fast. He gets up from the bed, trying to get the phone away from my hands.

                But Ron sounds like a boy’s name.

                “Jace,” I said. “Is there something that I should know?”

                “There’s nothing you should know,” he replied.

                “Are you sure?” I asked. “Like, are you gay?”

                He laughed, “What? Why would you think that? I’m straight. 100% I like the females-”

                “You sure? I mean Evan did have an eye for you when he picked you up from school just to see your grandparents, isn’t that sweet?” I interrupt before he could describe them out loud to me.

                “Stop joking around Jamie.”

 “Then who’s Ron?”

                “It’s not important,” he said, but before he could finish his sentence I ran down the hall towards the bathroom with his phone and locked the bathroom door.

                “Jamie!” Jace knocks. “C’mon. It’s no one important.”

                “Then why are you saying ‘its’? Is it an object?” I asked trying to figure out his password for his phone.

                He groaned, “No, it’s a girl.”

                “Then why would you call her Ron?” I asked making him spill the beans. Does this guy know I don’t know his password?

                “Her name’s Veronica,” he replied.

                “Okay,” I said. “Keep talking; because from the uh…looks of what you guys it looks like it’s more than friendship.” I really suck at lying, but I’m thankful he didn’t see my face to know that I am.