XVII. The other Jess
Jess: She made you a rebound, that user-friendly bitch.
Jess’: Stop calling her that! You don’t know her.
Jess: Fine. I forgot. She’s your aaaaangel.
We finished eating then I ordered a big sundae.
Jess’: Want one?
Jess: No.
Jess’: I’ll pay.
Jess: Nah.
Jess’: Okay. Then for another year, we spent so much time together. We practically became boyfriend-girlfriend, just without commitment.
Jess: No, I think you are her personal assistant rebound.
Jess’: Shut up.
The sundae came. She got the spoon and scooped up the cherry. She ate it at one big mouthful.
Jess: Hmm. It is poisonless. You could eat now.
She teased.
She handed me the spoon. You… She’s really weird and bossy. The chocolate still messes up her lips.
Jess’: You’re impossible.
Jess: Thank you.
Continue.
Jess’: After a couple of months, she treated me well. I felt loved, you know. I feel there is something. My friends said strike while the iron is hot. I did. I proposed.
Jess: WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Jess’: Yes. Well. No. It didn’t happen. I set this thing on her house with her family’s help.
Jess: They helped?
Jess’: They sorta.. loved me. They actually liked me the first time I went there. They asked me to marry her. I said I will but she didn’t even like me. They gave me all the support they can give.
Jess: Of course, you’re rich. I feel dirty.
Jess’: What?
Jess: No, I mean, I want to go home and bath.
Jess’: Oh. Okay. So, we’ll go now?
Jess: Yes. No. I want to finish the story. You could go to my house if you want.
Jess’: You just want me to drive you.
Jess: Practically. You emptied my wallet.
Jess’: Okay.
Jess: I’ll drive.
Jess’: Bossy.
She smirked again. She does that a lot now.
