In Three Days ✓

Chapter 9: wrong feelings

They had left to watch their movie and Jessica's blood still boiled. For Grant being a stupid person and hanging out with other, more stupid, people.

For herself who thought Grant wasn't like many people she came across. But he was and she was wrong to think such nonsense. She was beginning to find out that she was always wrong.

Wrong about thinking Linda was anything but a good friend. Wrong about thinking she could live a normal life, but her parents were both like police officers, they controlled her life and judged her on anything that she did.

And now, she was wrong about Grant. She was wrong to think they had thought of the same things, had the same creative spark- where hers was good with paint, his was being semi-good with words- ultimately though she couldn't blame him. He was sorry for her, for being alone at a party filled with people and she mistook his pity for kindness.

"Hey, why so sad? Who upset my little Jessie?" Clifford asked. At first she didn't hear him until he snapped his fingers in front of her face saying, "Earth to Jessica." That she looked at him and explained to him the turmoil that she was experiencing from within and how it all started.

Meanwhile, Rosie and Grant were sitting next to one another watching one of the movies she and a few of the others had chosen. He should've liked the fact that Rosie's head was resting against his shoulder with his arm being slung around her. But he wasn't.

He should've liked the way she smelled like lavender and how overwhelmd it made him feel. But he wasn't.

His mind was elsewhere; on the girl he had met the previous day. Also the girl who wittily barked out a response to Lyle. One Lyle had not expected since hardly anyone had the guts to comeback on his insults but she did and that amazed him.  The corners of his mouth moved upwards thinking of it and before he (or Rosie) could realise, he was up and out the theater, muttering a "I need to use the bathroom." And leaving.

It didn't take him long to see her. Standing at the counter talking to a guy with ash blonde hair, a long face and a strangely long and thin neck. He grimaced and felt as if he wanted lightning to strike the dude, when he saw the way she hugged him. Why are you feeling this way? Someone in his head asked. Why was he feeling that way? He shouldn't have grimaced or even thought of ending someone's life with a natural element such as lightning.

Not that he didn't want it but because a.) It was clear night sky with just the right amount of stars scattered in it also making it highly UNLIKELY for lightning to even appear. b.) They were inside a building which was far from the reach of lightning unless it struck a window that it broke and then again struck only this time the boy she hugged would be the victim and c.) He didn't understand his feelings as of now. His stomach was in knots as he neared the counter where she was.

Why? He did not know. But he was sure what the reason had to do with the girl behind the counter.