IV. Jess
I pulled out my cellphone that quickly showed my girlfriend and me. She was kissing my cheek. His eyes, which I knew was wondering around, seemed shocked enough. Good.
He didn’t ask about it, though. What is wrong with the curiosity of this guy? I noticed he has a beautiful and obviously elegant bouquet of flowers. They seem fresh but quite trashed but still nice.
Jess: Waiting for someone?
Jess’: I’ve waited on forever. Yes, I think I would never stop.
Then he forced a painful smile. He was busted. That’s it. Wait, he seemed good-looking now that I had a closer view. He’s definitely a model type with some lighting and make-up.
Jess: Busted?
Jess’: 2 times.
Jess: Just two?
I’m not trying to be mean bit being busted just two times is not that bad? Guys are stupid. It doesn’t mean that just because they look good, they would get ‘yeses’ always. A friend told me that when a guy is courting, he usually courts 2 at the same time. So if one rejects, one will be like the reserved girlfriend. Crazy people with no human hearts.
Two by the same girl I courted for two years, once by the girl I courted when I was in highschool and played by my girlfriend who was just pretending all along throughout the entire college years.
This man’s seriously killing me. I want to let out this giggle I wanted to do for a long time. But he was serious. Sincere. I can feel him, his pain.
Jess: Care to share?
Whutda? What was that? A slogan?! Why did I say that? I’m not that interested. Well, I am slightly interested. He, being in so much pain, more that I have, gives me a better outlook on my life so I’d rather go for it. I’m not that busy after all.
Jess’: I don’t even know you. And you’ll get tired of my problems.
Jess: I’m not that kind. I have a lot of time.
Jess’: Now?
Jess: Yes.
I leaned forward and put on the sluttiest yet demure pose I know.
He laughed. Damn you. That was an effort.
Jess’: I’m also not THAT kind. Okay, okay.
I pulled that pose off even I’m gay.
