Billie White

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

“It’s so obvious, that you decide to go to the lake when I’m busy,” Courtney said sourly down the phone.

“Courtney I’m sorry, I’m honestly not trying to avoid her.” A half hearted chuckle rolled down the line, and a snort of disbelief followed.

“Are you seeing Roman, down there?” she cooed bitterly and I frowned.

“No,” I said and sighed. “Courtney, I didn’t know you had plans.”

“Of course,” she muttered, then added, “that was a dirty trick you played on my yesterday. Just saying.”

I sang, “slow and steady, wins the race. You got tired and I flew straight past you. Slow and steady wins the race, Courtney. Slow and steady, wins the race.”

She snorted, and said, “not in the Olympics, it doesn’t.” I rolled my eyes and took the phone away from my ear.

“Bye, Courtney,” I said, “have fun with your cousins!” I added before she bluntly cut me off. I smiled to the phone and shook my head. She loved me, really.

I made my way over to the mirror, and straightened out my white dress. My door opened slightly, and Jessie came trailing in. Short frequent whines escaped her lips, and I sighed heavily when I couldn’t resist them any longer. “Damn it, Jessie,” I hissed and pulled on my slip on shoes. I crossed the strap of my bag, over my chest and gestured for her to go to the door. Jessie jumped up onto all fours, and eagerly trotted out. “It’s going to be a quick one, you know; we’re not staying long.”

Jessie bounded down the stairs, and I followed reluctantly. I grabbed her lead from the kitchen, put it round her neck and tugged at it firmly. Jessie trotted out of the house, and I locked up before setting of down the street. 

It was cooler than it had ever been, but it wasn’t  so cold that I need coverage. My hair blew gently in the wind, and I smiled as Jessie walked at a reasonable pace. My mind drifted all the way up the street, and to Roman’s house. I really wanted to see him again. He was fun, quite strange but fun all the same- “Jessie!” I hissed and tugged at the lead. I’d come to realize, that we had actually stopped walking. Jessie had decided to circle a lamp post, forgetting that she was attached to a lead. 

Sighing, I slowly helped her out of her tangle, and we made our way to the park. 

Once we were through the iron gates, I let Jessie run round loose. Her lead flew behind her, and she tore round the field. Parents held in their children, scared that Jessie may attack; but she didn’t. 

I sat at the base of a tree, and watched Jessie as she played round on her own. My thighs sat in two great fleshy pools. Swallowing, I crossed one leg over the other and smiled at the result. All I needed to to was reposition and then it’s fine. Plus, Roman doesn’t seem to mind, so why should I? “Jessie!” I yelled. I stood up, and called her again. Jessie came bounding over, her fur flying in the breeze. She stood at me, her pink tongue hanging out of her mouth. I grabbed onto her lead and Jessie’s eyes dulled, and she started whimpering. I took my stand, and ignored her pathetic moans and tugged on her lead. “Jessie, you can’t always have things your way,” I sighed once we were out of the park. Jessie gave in once we were out on the sidewalk, and stopped her fake act. She picked up her own pace, and trotted happily in front of me. I rolled my eyes at her sudden change of mood, and let out a brief chuckle.

We made our way down the sidewalk, and once we were back on our street Jessie’s pace slowed down. She took the pleasure, in sniffing the sidewalk, and investigating the base of each lamppost which we came across. “Come on, Jessie,” I hissed and pulled hard at the lead. Jessie barked frustrated, and reluctantly stopped sniffing. She carried on walking, and my lazy eyes kept looking forward.