Maybe Love

Ch 3 WORK

Summer is ova :( but here ya go...


Chapter 3~ Maybe Love~ Work

No one actually understands me. Actually I don't understand my self. I can't understand why I am like I am and why others can't except I'm like this.

This Abigail girl acts like she knows me, but obviously doesn't.

"What do I have to do for you to put in a good word for your boss, cause its obvious you wouldn't put one in without a bribe," I said as we sat outside of Starbucks. I insisted we sat out side so I could smoke. She didn't care much about the smoking but was obviously cold.

"One minute. Can we just talk about you and helping my mom," she said sassily.

I leaned back in my chair and sucked in the smoke. She slightly winced when I blew the smoke out toward her.

I sighed and raised my eyebrows. "What is there to talk about?"

"Why did you help her but then come in the store and act like a dick head?" She demanded.

I rolled my eyes, "Cause YOU were so nice to me" I said sarcastically.

"Exactly, I was nice to you," she spat. Her eyes glared at me but I stared at her unfazed. Her face looked different, her light skin turned pinker and her jaw was off set, because she clenched it.

I smirked, "Ya you were a fake, Abigail, when you talked to me, you have to do that, or else your boss will-"

"He'll fire me," She growled quietly, and I nodded my head with a smirk on my face. She rolled her eyes.

"Listen Abigail, there is a lot you won't ever know about me, but I need this job," I said slightly ticked and serious.

She glared at me for a few seconds trying to figure me out. She was one of those people. They can see through your barriers. No matter how hard you try to hide the secrets they can tell.

They can tell how you look at yourself, how you feel about others, the pain or happiness, they can know lots about with just a small conversation.

I'm not saying she's a fortune teller, but she observes a lot more than others. I'm nothing like her, but I can tell when people are like that.

I spent forever covering up everything so people like her can't figure me out, and it seems like I'm doing well. I hate the vulnerable feeling when people can see you through.

Often I buy beer and get drunk in my room alone, so no one can hear me foolishly tell all my secrets. As I drown out my sorrow alone other things happen. If I went to a bar bad things would happen, so I try to stay away. And that is the way I like it.

"What's so special about you Jesse?" She spoke suddenly. She wasn't irritated, but still wasn't enjoying my presence. She was eagerly trying to figure me out. No one could break the barriers I set.

I lit another cigarette, "Nothing," I answered bluntly and honestly.

She raised her eyebrows amused,"you sure don't act like that"

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.


"You act like you can figure out human nature and no one is smarter than you," she said annoyed.

"Well I can. I can tell you how stupid humans are, how self centered, and are egomaniacs, they are. I can tell a lot more but you will come up with some stupid argument," I tell her as I stare into her green eyes.

She looked at me like I was stupid. She looked at me like I was an ugly stray puppy that no one cared for or liked.

I was that stupid puppy. And can admit it unlike other humans. But Abigail didn't seem to agree with my truth.

"Are you stupid? Everyone knows that. It is human nature. I think you need to lower yourself, oh Most Holy Jesse," she mocked.

"I have lowered my self more than anyone else, I'm not an ego maniac snob," I countered, "and most people don't know that about themselves,"

"Sure. I guess you were a god before you lowered yourself cause you certainly aren't as low as you can make yourself. Are you getting shallow and low confused?" She rolled her eyes.

I glared at her, "I can't lower myself anymore." I muttered.

"Listen Jess, I know it's hard to understand this but you are no different from all of the other humans on this planet. I realize there is a world to change, but you need to know you are the one who needs to change first. You obviously think of yourself more superior to others, if you want others to lower there ego you need to change yours." Abigail said passionately. She was out of breath by the time she finished her speech. Her face looked pained, but satisfied.

I was awestruck. Yes I still hated this girl, but her powerful ambition left me speechless. I had no arguments. I didn't let anything show though. She still wasn't right about me.

She still didn't know me.

"Look, just answer these questions and i'll tell my boss to hire you," she said. I couldn't figure out her emotions but I could tell she was proud for her speech.

Abigail asked me stupid questions and I impatiently answered all of them. I just wanted to get away from her.


I realize she would work with me, but today was not my day for her annoying attitude.

"Alright, last question," she drawled, "why were you kicked out of school?"

She smirked but when I glared at her she stopped. My eyes turned to slits as I stared at her. She looked uncomfortable. I never felt so much hatred toward a girl. I never felt so much hate for my past. No one dared to ask about it because they were scared. But I can't control my anger.


"Is this question necessary?" I growled quietly. She looked afraid. She shrunk down in her chair nodding her head slowly. I threw my cup toward the trash can with great force and Abigail flinched.

"Lets go," I mumbled. I stood up and she carefully followed. She no longer wanted to make me angry, and annoy me.

"Jess?" She whispered quietly, but I pretended not to hear her.

"Jessie?" She said again and poked my back. My body tensed and I was beyond angry.

I spun around quickly and Abigail flinched. People watched us and we just attracted more attention.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to an empty alleyway.

"What the hell do you want?!" I yelled. We stood close to eachother and I could feel her breath on my neck. She was already a head shorter than me but she cowered lower.

"It's just- just, that, you have to answer the question," she whispered.

I stared at her and she looked so innocent and afraid. Her eyes looked afraid, and her skin was paled. She was annoying, snarky, and impossible but she was also seemed like a kid. She was small, innocent and afraid, and those very feelings were my weakness'.

I sighed ,calming my self as much as I could. I glared at her still because she had been annoying and I wasn't going to give in easily. I closed my eyes trying to fight off memories, and stop my self from hurting anyone. She poked my chest lightly trying to get my attention. My eyes flashed open and anger flowed through me.

"Jess?" she squeaked.

"Yes Abigail?" I glared.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk and I'm sorry I have to ask this question, and I'm sorry that my boss will ask me for your answer and I have to tell him it," she blurted out quickly, "just don't hurt me."

I stood in silence afraid of what will spill out of my mouth. I processed all she apologized for. I didn't know how to respond.

"I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason to," I said lowly. She flinched.

"I'm sorry!" She cried out,"just get it over with."

I sighed, "You haven't deserved it, Abigail,"

She visibly relaxed but didn't seem like she believed me, but she waited. She waited for an answer that I wasn't willing to tell anyone. I needed this job, so I needed to answer the damn question.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," she offered in a small adorable voice that made me less angry.

"It's not good, Abigail," I admitted, "I don't want to tell you or your boss,"

She looked defeated, but soon that look disappeared.

"You need to tell me," she demanded confidently and annoying. It wasn't that her voice was annoying, it was cute, but the way she thought she was powerful and right.

Of course my anger appeared again. I sighed glaring at Abigail. She shrunk down again and looked innocent. I found her weakness. And she might have found mine.

"I got in a few fights," I lied and I promised i wasn't going to tell her anything else.