Opposite Ends

fourteen

                      "So what did you want to know about me?" I asked Isaiah.

                      We were sitting on a dark brown fluffy blanket in a grassy park, overlooking a small pond.

                      Ducks and their babies waddled past us every so often, and stopped to stare at us with curiosity, probably wondering if we had food. Then they continued on their way, towards the pond and hopped into the water.

                      Isaiah laid back against the blanket, putting his hands behind his head. "Hmm, I don't know. What would you like to tell me?"

                      I shrugged. "Honestly, there isn't much to tell. I lead a very boring life."

                      "Can't say I'm surprised." He chuckled.

                      I swatted his stomach with my hand and he let out an oomph! and held his stomach, laughing in hysterics.

                      "You're a jerk!" I exclaimed.

                      "But you adore me." He smirked and waggled his eyes at me.

                      I shook my head and looked away from him, towards the pond. "It's all in your head, Sanders."

                      "I beg to differ." He laughed. "You couldn't keep your hands off me last night."

                      I whipped my head to stare at him, shocked.

                      His grin became wide, because he knew that he got me.

                      "You are repulsive." I exclaimed.

                      He laughed. "Like I said, you couldn't keep your-"

                      "Okay, enough!" I covered my ears with my hands so I didn't have to listen to him repeat his sentence.

                      As soon as I uncovered them, he took that as his opportunity to say the next thing. "You didn't deny it, Jessa, so it must be true."

                      I glared at him and flipped him off.

                      He let out a loud Ha! "You still didn't deny it."

                      "I don't lie." I replied, "Just because your personality is complete shit doesn't mean you don't have a nice body."

                      "Ouch." He grabbed his heart  dramatically.

                      "Yeah, I hope that hurt." I joked.

                      "You are a monster, Jessa!" He exclaimed, laughing.

                      I shrugged my shoulders. "Why don't you tell me something about you." I said, changing the subject.

                      Isaiah's face immediately became serious and he sat up on his elbows. "Well, what do you wanna know?"

                      "Anything." I answered.

                      "Okay, well, like you, I was pretty boring in elementary school. But once high school started, the crazy shit began." He was silent for a moment.

                      "Are you sure you want to hear, Jessa?" He asked.

                      This got me intrigued. If he was really this unsure if he should tell me, this story must be really fucked up.