Because Of Him

Chapter 6

Chapter 6| Good and Bad

"There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. 'Good pride' represents our dignity and self-respect. 'Bad pride' is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance."

- John C. Maxwell

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McKayla

"What the fuck are you doing, throwing stones at my window at this time of the night?"

Jack Hunter is currently standing at the bottom of my windows, dressed in all black with a smirk planted on his face. Looking up and down, I scan his outfit from head to toe. Black jeans, black shirt, black coat, black shoes and black beanie. If I didn't find his presence so annoying and if it wasn't so late at night, I would have easily found his clothing colour and beanie really hot. On his back he's carrying a black rucksack that looks stuffed with items I can't identify and a skateboard is beside him.

"I'm here to apologise about earlier," he stage whispers to me.

Confusion is clearly being portrayed on my face considering the growth of Jack's smirk. Therefore I begin to scowl and cross my arms at him and reply back "Late at night? No thanks I don't want to go rob a bank with you." I start to walk away from my window when Jack begins to speak.

"Look. This is my way for..er... apologising. I want to take you to the...skate park."

Skate park.

My ears become alert as I hear the words "skate park" a happy sensation passes through me, though I try to retain it for my sake. I don't want Jack being cocky about being able to win me over, his ego is big enough. Warily, I observe Jack with suspicious eyes. The expression on his face doesn't look familiar, almost foreign. In fact he looks...nervous?

"Why?" I question him.

"I..Errr...Like...Um.," he takes a deep sigh and continues. "IKindaSortaSawYouHadASkateboardAndThoughtYou'dWannaCome..?" The hand that isn't holding the rucksack is now moving behind his head, gently scratching the lower part of his neck. I could even sense his discomfort emitting out of him.

In all honesty, I had forgiven him just then, I don't hold grudges because it's not worth it. I couldn't contain myself and broke out into a smile. Even though it was funny (and might I add slightly cute) to see Jack in an awkward mess, I had to bring him out of that state.

"Jack. You just made me the happiest girl alive," I squeal as I grab my hair and cover my face, giggling like a high school girl, pretending to be shy.

"Oh fuck off," he groaned, aware that I knew about his nervousness and catching my fake act. Instantly, I burst out laughing, by the looks of it Jack doesn't usually get nervous.

"You know most girls would die if I THE Jack Hunter came up to their window, like Romeo and Juliet style, to ask them out to have fun," he told me stating it as if it were a known fact.

I rolled my eyes to his remark, "Yeah whatever, I'm not like most girls if you haven't noticed." I turn around to get changed to go the park, because I don't think an oversized shirt and bare legs would go well with Jack, don't want him getting any ideas, until I hear him call out.

"By the way wear black."

"Yeah so I don't stand out."

Gradually I could see the the Jack I knew well, the Jack that annoyed me the most as his signature smirk came on his face.