My Epitome Of Love

part 15

"I'm bloody over full" I groan as I sit on the hard concrete bench.

"Me too" Joshua says agreeing with me.

Half hour ago, we went in McDonald's. I ordered a 'Double bacon smokehouse burger with a side order of chicken nuggets and fries and a vanilla milkshake'. Whereas Joshua ordered  two Big Mac with a side order of fries, a vanilla milkshake and glass of minute maid orange juice.

"Ok so part two's task is to point out the themes and state whether we disagree with it or not." I say looking at my notebook.

"I'd say 'society vs class' as a theme because being unfortunately poor in the 1920's during Gatsby's era, it is a frown upon in society, whereas your class in society determines your place in society. " Joshua explain while I record and write down his explaination  in my notebook.

"Another theme could be 'love' since it's the main theme throughout this novel. Love drove Gatsby to become rich in order to impress Daisy. It also showed Tom's and Daisy's love as well" I say.
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Two hours later, we are done with part 2 of our assignment. Relaxing on the bench, looking at the children run around and play, I turn to face Joshua only to find him looking at me. His eyes are focused on my face, watching me as if he's debating something, but what. He looks troubled.

He eventually broke eye contact and sigh. We were getting along two hours ago what's his problem now .

"We should get going, it's getting late." He tell me, his voice suddenly cold as he stands up, his back towards me.

Without waiting for me or a reply, he headed towards his Jeep.

With a newfound anger, I get up collect my stationary and dump it in my bag and follow him.

Quietly sitting in the front seat, I angle my body so that he couldn't see my face and stare out the window for the entire drive.

"Where do you live ?" He ask me. His voice still icely cold.

Giving him my address, I continue to stare out the window wondering what I did wrong and came to a conclusion that it's not me , it's bloody him.

Realising that we're in my neighborhood, I point out my house for him.

When he stopped at my house, he takes a long inhale of air as if he's preparing to say something.

Not giving him opportunity to speak, I quickly get out off the Jeep, slamming the door shut and head towards my house.

I didn't look back. He didn't even try to stop me.

I open the front door and thankful that no one is anywhere in sight, I headed towards my room.

I fling my bag on the floor as I jumped on my bed wondering what the hell goes on in the mind of Joshua Reed.