BLAKELYNN
"Dansby, this is Jacob, my boyfriend. Jacob, this is Dansby," I said introducing the two.
The two didn't say anything as they just stared into each other's eyes. Dansby's jaw was clinched and Jacob's hand was white as it gripped Dansby's in a handshake.
"So when did you two meet?" Dansby questioned as we sat down at the table to eat dinner at my favorite restaurant.
"About two months ago," Jacob spoke.
"Yeah. I went back down to Alabama for a little bit, and we met at a bar," I said.
"That's ironic," Dansby muttered under his breath. I kicked his shin under the table.
"We didn't start dating until a couple weeks ago, though," Jacob said.
"Do you live around here?" Dansby questioned.
Jacob shook his head. "No, I live in Alabama. I'm a lawyer there," He added.
I saw Dansby roll his eyes at his added information, but I understood why. It was like Jacob was trying to show off.
"I'm a professional baseball player for the Braves," Dansby said.
"Oh. That's cool. I don't really pay any attention to sports. They're so boring," Jacob said.
"Blakelynn doesn't think so," Dansby said.
"Well she doesn't watch them very often," he said.
"We must not be talking about the same Blakelynn. The Blakelynn I know is obsessed with baseball. Not to mention her love for watching college football. Nothing beats watching her get into those games," Dansby said, shocking me.
"I'm really not big into sports," I said, locking eyes with Dansby. "I just watch every now and again."
Dansby scoffed and rolled his eyes, but I could tell that he was trying to control himself.
"You don't know her very well for being her best friend," Jacob said.
"Yeah, I'm the one who doesn't know her," Dansby said sarcastically.
I kicked his shin again, earning a glare from him.
Jacob scooted his chair back and stood up. "I should get going. I need to be heading back home to Alabama here soon."
"Oh, okay. Call me when you get there?" I said.
"Yeah, if I have time," he spoke quickly as he walked out.
"I don't like him," Dansby said immediately.
"There's no reason to not like him," I said back.
"There are plenty of reasons," he said.
"Like what?"
"He clearly doesn't even know you, he's a major show off, and he doesn't even treat you with respect," Dansby said.
"He treats me just fine, Dansby," I argued.
"'I'll call you if I have time,'" Dansby mocked Jacob. "He should always have time for you," he said.
"It's fine, Dansby. Really, he's a nice guy. You just have to get to know him like I do," I said.
He sighed and sat back. "Okay," he shrugged. "I'll just have to believe you."
