Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Turning Over A New Leaf

Virginie's Point Of View

November 25th

I don't think it was the best idea, but I had no other solution. I was so upset Matt didn't want to come with me. For days he was like 'yeah, I'm going to come and we are going to have lots of time alone', but at the last minute he changed his mind. So, I found myself without a drive to Manchester or a boyfriend by my side to keep me company.

Jake is driving us there. It was very last minute and he was actually kind enough accept as I was desperate. He was going to take a flight there, but I guessed he changed his mind when I saw we were leaving the city and not heading to Heathrow when we got on the road.

I gave him the address to the house and he came to pick me up. I filled the booth of his Audi with all of my bags, knowing very well that Matt was inside looking at us. I was pissed at him, but it didn't explain why he didn't come to say goodbye or hug me when I joined Jake outside, ready to go.

"So? What kind of music do you listen to?" I let out, a few minutes after we left the house, stopping the weighting silence upon us. I open the compartments of his car to look for clues of who he might really be when he is not so arrogant. I'm surprised to see a CD, so I take it out. I was expecting an iPod or something. "What is that? Frank Sinatra?"

I look at him completely surprised by this. I expected him to be more the type of listening to rappers or that kind of stuff, something to boost his ego, not a crooner.

"A lad can't be romantic?" He frowns at me and takes it out of my hands to put it back where it was.

"Yes! Please! Stop hiding under your layers." I tell him a bit shocked to make him this angry, but happy to see he is not a total jerk after all.

"It's just music..." He lets out and rests his head on the fist of his arm resting next to his window.

"It's more than that to me..." I respond, because it really proves he has a heart somewhere, something he has shown but not often enough.

"Well, since you seem to have me all figured out, why don't you tell me who you think I am." He replies arrogantly, which I wasn't expecting.

"Why are you being so arrogant all the time?" I retort very quickly, having enough of him and his stupid attitude of a spoiled brat.

"I really don't do this on purpose." He says on a tone that invites me to be calmer and really try and understand him as it seems that he lets me for once.

"Do you want me to say what I think, from what I've noticed?" I ask very calmly, not wanting to step over the line.

I look at him. I wish I knew what was going through his mind. He looks agitated, but he doesn't seem angry anymore. He looks at me and sighs deeply, looking back at the road.

"Yeah, what the hell..." He agrees and I'm happy he is willing and ready to hear what I really think of him, but it somehow feels stressful to not be right about him and that it makes him angrier at me.

I look around, trying to find the right words. I don't know where to start. He turns his head to look at me and I look straight back at him.

"I think that, when you were young, you were jealous or maybe envious of your father. He was never home for you, so you thought being like him might give you the proximity you wanted. Now, you are just used to being like this. And being cocky and being over confident is what gets you girls. So in a way, it satisfies you. At least, that's what you tell yourself, but I don't think it makes you happy. All these girls, they boost your ego and give you good sex, and that makes you happy for the time it lasts. But I don't think you are happy... I don't think you really know yourself either..."