Jenelle could remember Jonathan quite well. He had attended the same high school as her, but had graduated the year she started there so it had only been a few months. He stood there with a stupid grin on his face in shorts and a black T-shirt. The first thing she noticed about him was that he looked so grown up. Far from the teenager he had been two years ago. He greeted her with a nod and entered the car.
He began talking about work and honestly it was the most bizarre thing that Jenelle had ever experienced. The slacker, misfit that she knew from highschool, had very quickly grown into a relatively responsible man, she could remember the slight feelings she'd had for him when he was in school that had been very quickly snuffed out when she realised the type of player, asshole he had been.
He spoke differently now, not of hookups and drunken sex, but of actual feelings. Jenelle could feel herself falling back into old habits. Falling for (probably) the wrong guy, letting him play her, humiliate her, and then leave her. This was different however, this guy gave her a feeling of both unease and comfort at the same time. A feeling she had never experienced before.Her head was spinning, stomach was tight, heart jumping into her throat. It wasn't drugs, nor alcohol making her feel this way. It was intense hazel eyes and a goofy smile. Jonathan's smile had disappeared now. He stood in front of her, stuttering, breathing heavily, a nervous wreck. She knew what he was about to ask her. It had become apparent the second he dragged her out of the restaurant for 'a moment of privacy'. It didn't make her any less confused though. Feelings were never Jenelle's thing and now, standing here in front of this boy, she was feeling about a thousand at once. She said "yes", his eyes lit up with the excitement of a child on Christmas. He took her hand timidly and in that moment she knew, "this boy could make or break me."