Being Deviant

Chapter 5 : Be real.

"Jenna, seriously, why?!?!?!" I whined like a little child having to take a bath.

We were at her bedroom, she was sitting on her bed, rubbing her eyes, seeing as I woke her up while I was standing next to it with a printed picture in my hands. My face was probably as red as a fire truck.

"What is the meaning of this?!" I demanded, waving the picture in front of her face.

"A photo?" She had the innocent look in her eyes.

"Don't act stupid. Are there copies of this?" I was getting impatient out of pure anger and embarrassment.

"There's another two. One of my wall and one with Mike. I just figured that you'd want a copy, you know, you being in it and all."

I snapped my head to the wall full of photos that I didn't even notice. Her room was a color of a creamy beige, a desk on one side, a long cabinet and shelf in the other and her bed in the middle. Her floor was carpeted with a fluffy gray texture and then there was the wall to my right. There was a whole portion where photos of all of them and some other people where stuck. This room makes me wonder the purpose of having that other apartment because this was practically her room already.

My anger soon subsided as I scanned the pictures, all of them smiling, except for Jinx. The closest I got to her smiling was smirking then my eyes turned to a specific photo, Jinx and some other guy. They were quite young at that point, thirteen tops.

"That's her best friend, Travis. He used to be in our group until one fateful day, he..."

"Passed. I know. Jinx told me, it was one of the little memories I had when I was drunk, her telling me about her late best friend. Is she okay about it?"

"I don't know, it's hard to tell, you know, with her poker face and all. After all, he wasn't the only person who's left her in life. That's one of the many reasons why she doesn't allow us through her walls."

I don't know what happened but my retarded brain decided to make an appearance. "Wow, we're getting deep."

She chuckled at my lame comment and gave out a weak smile. "I'm glad you're here, Calvin. I honestly think that you can help her. She's never been this happy in years. You should know that, you go to her school. She would either put on a scowl or just scoff at people but with you, apparently not."

"I don't know about that, Jenna. I'm pretty lame and retarded, I mean, did you just hear my last comment? 'Wow, we're getting deep?' That's the worst comment to make in a serious situation."

"Yeah and maybe retarded is the thing to help Jinx. She hasn't been this close to someone since...Travis and that's a really long time if you ask me. Maybe you can be the one to see through her mask."

I didn't reply to her remark, just continued scanning through the pictures, soon finding the photo which I held on my hands and I started analyzing the picture more thoroughly. I could see the feint smile she had on her fair, barely noticeable but still there.

A smile grew on my face as realization hit me. Jenna was right, I've never seen her this happy either.

"I suppose you're right." I mumbled, pocketing the photo which I decided to keep. "Thanks, Jenna."

"No problem."

I sat down on her bed, next to her. "So Jenna, I barely know you so might as well take the chance I have right now."

"What do you want to know?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well, what's your favorite color?" I decided I wanted to just start with the basics.