Perfect Harmony

Chapter 5

We arrived at my apartment shortly. It wasn’t too far, just few blocks away. It just happened that it was raining so hard and I probably will get sick if I risk walking. I didn’t need it right now; we have a gig to play later tonight.

            Luke placed my groceries in front of my apartment’s door. I still find it strange how we ended up where we are now. When he finished, he smiled at me and my thoughts finally blew off.

            “Erm, thanks.”, I uttered shyly.

            “No probs, workmate.”, he responded tilting his head quite sideways. He was already on the last step from my porch when I called him out.

            “Uhm, Luke!”, what the hell, Jess?

            “Yeah?”, he returned giving me a questioned look.

            What am I supposed to say? I shouldn’t look like a normal teenager crushing on a cute guy he just met.

            “Uhm, about the Ben&Je—“, he cut me off.

            “Yeah, I won’t forget it.”, laughing a bit.

            “Nah, nah. I didn’t mean it.”, I insisted.

            “Well, I did.”, smiling wickedly.

 

            And with that, he stormed off leaving me all tongue-tied, twisted and confused.

 

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            I decided to drop by Isaac’s and pick him up for tonight’s gig at Kennedy’s. Good thing I got spare keys. I really want to figure out what’s going on. It seemed like he was slowly changing. I hate to think, but that’s what I’m feeling and my instincts are always coming to life. For real. Most of the time, I just hate when it happens.

            I hopped off my car and straighten up my tank top. I decided to wear a simple tank top and skinny jeans for tonight. I hardly ever wear this kind of clothing but I don’t know, I wanted to try the punk look? I was about to knock on his door and ring his doorbell, but he was already out before my knuckles even touch the wood of his door.

            “Oh, hi babe.”, I tried to kiss him but he tilted his head away.

            “Get in.”, he said and now I’m scared. Again.

            “What’s wrong?”, I asked as I practically shove myself in his small and simple apartment. I smell alcohol. And strangely…smoke?

            “Why were you with the new dude?”, he asked bitterly

            “Who?”, I wasn’t with anyone these past few days and this morning except—

            “The dude at Kennedy’s, Luke? Is that his name?”

            “Oh. Yes.”, I confirmed. “ He helped me out with the groceries. I couldn’t handle everything with the pouring rain. And here,” I picked up my keys from his coffee table. “I left these right here so I couldn’t drive. I was calling you but I couldn’t contact you. If you may, go check your call log, I’ve tried 25 times.”

            “Oh, damn.”, he ran his hand through his short hair with self-disappointment. “I’m so sorry, Jess.”, he hugged me tightly and placed his chin on top of my head. It reminds me how small I am for anybody.