I'm In Love With A Rebel

A Little Talk

I waited for Jesse at the mall. Where the heck is he? As I got more and more bored, I started writing our names again. I hit the same problem I had last time. K-A-T-S-O-P-O- I spelled out, tapping my pencil, thinking long and hard about how to spell Jesse's last name.
"L-I-S."
I looked up and saw Jesse. "Jesse!" I covered my paper with my hands as he sat down.
"You got more right than most people do."
"Huh?"
"In my last name. Most people can't spell it." He smiled and scooted closer to me.
I fiddled with my pencil, looking at my paper. "Oh, well, yes. I..." I looked up to find myself face to face with Jesse, our eyes locking on each other.
"You....what?"
"I-I-" I continued to stare into his grey-blue eyes. "I..."
Suddenly, our lips met in a sweet kiss.
I pulled away. "Jesse, wait."
"Whassamatter?"
"Look, I promised myself I'd take time to just enjoy myself after I broke up with Brian. I promised I wasn't gonna rush into things with somebody new. But here I am, not that long after my break up, and I'm kissing you!"
"So... What're you saying?"
"Look, Jess," I sighed and looked away from him. "What are we?"
"What are we?"
"We're friends, right?"
"I sure hope so!"
"We haven't known each other for long."
"We know each other." Jesse seemed to argue.
"No. Not really." I turned to face him. "We know the kind of music we like and we know we have siblings. But that's pretty much it."
"We know more than that!"
"Like what?" I asked, feeling tears coming.
"Well... I know you're conservative, I know you won't go to bed 'till your legally wed."
I smiled laughed. "I guess there's another thing! We both love Grease!"
"And I know that you've got sexy underwear."
I blushed, remembering that whole stupid prank. "But that's it! I don't know you at all!"
"So... What you're saying is, you'd like to have a real conversation with me, instead of just kissing me."
"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying!"
"Okay. My Dad is Greek, my Mom is American, with Jewish tendencies. Maybe she grew up with Jews, I dunno. My sister got married at eighteen; I beat up her husband."
"DJ told me." I nodded.
"I think I broke his rib. Or maybe two. Or three."
"You were only thirteen!"
"That's another thing; I sometimes have trouble controlling my temper. I get that from my Dad."
"Any thing else you get from your Dad?"
"Yes. My ambition and my hair." Jesse laughed as did I. "What about you?"
"Me?"
"What do you get from your Dad?"
"I'm not really sure. Maybe my love of horses. Probably my drive, or strive. I think I get my mathematical and scientific brain from my mother. Speaking of, I gotta help you pass!
Let's get down to studying!"
"Only if we must!" We opened our science books and started to study.