Seven is a Five Letter Word (3 - complete)

95. Wednesday, August 08, 2012

 ~Morgan-Willow DeLaurentis~

                There is something off about Jesse. Like, really off.

                Take yesterday for instance.

                We were happily just walking to class when a girl walked passed (let me just tell you she was cute, and fake, just Jesses’ type) and when she said hello – you know, just innocently saying hello (as innocent as a slut can) – he just tensed up and ignored her. I mean what was that all about?

                And yesterday, I went home, on my own bus while Jesse drove, and when I got there, Jesse was already at my house, cooking. COOKING! With my mom. They were just there having a conversation when I walked in, just as they were about to serve dinner.

                I thought for a moment he was going to make a joke about how my mom was a MILF, but he didn’t, and when he turned around to greet me, he looked sad. He looked like he’d been crying, but he’d never admit that, so I never said anything out loud.

                Something made him upset, though, cause he touched my arm when my mom left, then dropped it when she walked back in.

                Then last night he stayed over. We were lying in bed, and I asked him why he wanted to come over. 

                “I thought it would be a nice surprise.” He had said.

                “It is. But there’s more than that, isn’t there, Jesse? You’re upset.”

                “I’m not upset.”

                “You are,” I had pushed. “Now are you going to tell me.”

                “I don’t know!” He’d growled. “Just, let’s go to sleep. I don’t want to talk about it. I thought we could have fun tonight.”

                “It’s ok just to be together, Jesse. We don’t always have to have fun.”

                To that he’d turned around and hugged me in bed.

                And this morning, he brought me toast before I’d even woken up.

                As if yesterday had never happened.

                And when he gave me that familiar cocky grin, I knew I had to pretend like nothing happened to.

                Now I haven’t seen Jesse all day at college, because we’ve just been too busy, but decided – seen so it’s last lesson and our free together – we’d go for a walk. So we took the bus into the centre of Truro and walked around all the shops, passed the Cathedral, and along the cobbled streets. And just as we were walking passed Starbucks, to get back to the bus stop, we passed a couple of kids from college. They weren’t in any of our classes, but they had been at the bus stop earlier when we had. They had ice creams, each a different flavour, but were sharing each others, giggling and holding hands.

                I watched Jesse watch them.

                But just as they leaned in to kiss – all care  free, happy, and lovey-dovey – Jesse leapt at them and snatched the ice creams from their hands. Then he chucked them in their faces.

                “Dude!” the guy out cried.

                “You disgust me. Go and be happy and couply elsewhere!”

                “What’s your problem?” the guy murmured, trying to wipe ice-cream from both his face and hers. 

                “You disgust me!” Jesse cried again, grabbing my hand.

                Just as the bus pulled up to the station, he dragged me towards it.

                I, on the other hand, was just staring at the couple as I was dragged. I wanted to apologise, but I was still trying to process how Jesse could do that. And why?

                He reached into my back pocket and got out my bus pass, showed them both to the driver, then sat me down near the front – on the outside.

                Then he put his hand on my leg, like I was property he was gripping onto so it wouldn’t get lost or stolen, and looked out the window.

                I, astonished, didn’t say anything.

                So yeah, there is something seriously off about Jesse.

Nearly done, sorry for the delay!