Outcasts

Remembering

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Jessica

 

Allison stood and told Blake she would see him around. He nodded understating her need to part ways.

"I'll call you." he told her, taking her hand in his and brushed his thumb against her knuckles softly, clinging to her as if unable to let her go. They looked at each other silently, as if engaging a silent conversation only they were meant to understand, his blue eyes telling her what his lips didn't.

But he obliged himself to let go, reluctantly so and forced his feet to move forward, away from her.

Blake took their trays and trashed them and then walked away to the roofed pool to take a quick swim.

Allison's gaze followed his retreating figure until he disappeared through the double doors of the cafeteria, then she  neared her best friend with hesitation.

"Hey, do you want to go and eat outside?  You know, toxic air is nice for a change," Allison suggested, raising her brows comically for it always made Jess giggle, now she didn't even acknowledge her best friend's effort to cheer her up at all.

Declining Allison's offer, they opted to sit on a table overlooking the outdoor benches, where Sebastian and Anna sat, laughing with each other, conversing like only a pair of old friends do.

Allison made a mental note.

Kill Sebastian Stefano Ferrer.

He seemed happy, too happy, talking animatedly with perfect Anna Huntington. Who batted her eyelashes coquettishly at him, obviously flirting with him.

"She has a long time boyfriend, you know, Jace Black."

Jessica covered her face with her hands, hiding the pout forming on her lips. Bit her lips to keep from wobbling.

"Are you alright?" Allison asked attentively.

Jessica smiled brightly, but Allison could see her eyes usual cloudless blue eyes clouding with evident despair. Jessica always tried her best to conceal her hurt behind a beaming face. But this time she failed at her worst. The hurt was there, as if waving a hand in front of a face saying, hello I am here do not ignore me.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"JessicaThérèse Hart, I demand an explanation at this moment's notice! What's going on between you and that dickheaded swine I have for a brother?"

Jessica's gaze lowered, for a while she diverted her attention to forking at her food.

Allison took that opportunity to steal a spoonful of her crème brûlée platter and ate it.

"Nothing, that's the problem."

But she told Allison what had really happened about a year ago. Leaving some details out.

           ……

The house was silent, too silent and dark. Being a self-proclaimed nyctophobic and all, Allison's  mother Lucrecia had bought night lights and put them all across the place, Jessica thought it has so much meaning, coming from Lucrecia, who Allison repeatedly called the ice queen.