Like promised I decide to spend lunch with Jack today. I figure it can make up for our time after school being spent without each other, but I can't ignore the dry conversation this morning which almost prohibits me from sitting alone with a car with him.
Plus, Jordan's assumptions still linger in the back of my mind.
Luckily West Reunion students are able to leave school grounds for lunch, although brookhaven students weren't allowed I knew that rule didn't apply to Jack right now.
I take notice of Jack's car parked alongside the curb of the parking lot. He leans against the passengers side awaiting my arrival at the top of the steps.
"Hey," I greet, walking down the remainder of stairs, "So, where to?"
"Maybe that coffee shop with the bookstore in the back," He suggest, he reaches for the handle opening the passengers door.
I eye his suspiciously, "You don't drink coffee."
"They also sell hot chocolate."
"It's seventy-six degrees outside..."
He lets out a frustrated sigh, "Charlie get in the fucking car."
I smacked my lips at the demand before sliding into the car and jumping a bit as Jack shut the door. He quickly makes his way to the drivers side, getting in, and starting his car up.
Well that's one way to end a conversation. Maybe it was payback for the uncomfortable conversation this morning, maybe he's still pissed at my lack of communication these past couple days.
"I wanted to apologize for my friends."
I continue to stare out the window, "Your friends are fine, I don't understand why you keep apologizing for them."
"I can clearly see when you're bothered Charlie," He points out, "We don't have to hang out with them anymore."
"Jack, you're more than welcomed to hang out with your friends." I begin, "And I'm more than happy to accompany you when you want me to."
He chuckles annoyed at my tone, "That makes it seems like i'm forcing you to hang out with them."
"I know how to say no."
I notice the coffee house he mentions coming in sight, thank god. He definitely wouldn't want to have this conversation in public, he's not that type of person.
"Why are you acting like this?" He questions, he takes his eyes off the road to look at me.
"Like what?"
"Like you have a fucking attitude or something," He explains, "I mean - you ditched me saturday to have a drink with James, you don't even fucking drink. It's clear you don't want to be around them."
I cross my arms over my chest, why did James even have to tell him? I thought we were really connecting for a moment.
"I don't have an attitude," I mutter, "Stop making something out of nothing."
I push my car door open as we come to a stop, the warm weather heats up my body instantly. The coffee house parking lot isn't full, but it's not as empty as I want it to be either. Especially now that Jack seemed worked up about me and my so called "attitude".
Jack steps out from the drivers side, "You're being dramatic!"
I ignore the comment heading inside the shop, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon soothes me for a moment. Jack enters behind me shortly, he doesn't pause to take in the smell but instead presses a hand to the small of my back pushing me further into the store. My face scrunches in confusion as to why we're headed back here and not ordering.
