JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Ten - Dance With Me

"Janna, I swear I'll tell your mother you skipped class if you don't tell me," Tom pouted, threatening me like a tattle-tale.

I shrug, giving him a look. "Tell her then. I couldn't care less, Tom."

"You called me by my name!" he pointed out with such jubillance, pointing his fingers at me like I'm some rare specimen. "--you never called me by my name before."

I furrowed my brows at him at the same time narrowed my eyes at him. "You're weird. I won't be surprised if you were a stalker from your past."

But he did made a point, I never actually called him by his name. He always initiated the conversations and I always shrugged him off, but somehow I let it slip out of my mouth casually.

"Stop changing the subject!" he whined and I hiss. "You're the one changing the subject with your weird stalker vibes!"

He takes a sigh, then glances at me seriously. "So why did you skip class? And I'm not taking no for an answer, Janna."

"When were you mature?" I rolled my eyes. "--you're like my mother; it's like I never get a break from her with you at school and her at home."

"Since I'm feeling kinda...nice," I trailed off and Tom gives me a look but doesn't say anything. "--I ditched class because I helped a girl out."

He raised a brow, signalling me to continue. I stretched my arms, feeling my muscles sore since I'm not doing exercises. "She was crying by the cubicle and I comforted her."

"Is that all?" he checks at me.

"Do I have to tell you?" I groaned at him.

"Absolutely," he smiles. "--it seems that something happened which made you happy."

"How can you say that?" I inquired, wondering how he can see through me. Am I that obvious or he's just really good with monitoring emotions?

"I mean you called me by my name, which you never do," he pointed out. "--and you're talking more to me, than what you always do. Lastly, you're more tame than usual."

"Tame? Am I a dog?" I hiss at him.

"I mean you're more nice," he clarifies. "--you always scowl and hiss with a frown on your face, but you look more relaxed right now."

"You're truly a weirdo," I responded under my breath, watching the sun set. "--and hey, I still don't forgive you about what happened during lunch."

"I meant what I said," he persisted, trying so desperately with his eyes. I look away, kicking a pebble as we continued walking. "I don't care."

"You're going to the party, right?" he brings the topic and I sigh, giving him a look. "I bought a dress didn't I? And don't worry, I won't hide."

He pats my head and while I try to swat it off, he smiles. "Tell me about it later, okay?"

. . .

It is currently six 'o clock and while I knew very well that I should start preparing and prim myself like I should be, I ditched that thought and ended up sitting down on my couch, watching shows on the television.

The party starts at eight and I still have a lot of time by then and it's not like I have someone to impress with. I could just put on the dress and go to the party for all I care.

Suddenly the door bursts open, revealing my mother as she pants on her knees whilst eyeing me like a target. She huffed, trying to calm her ragged breath. "W-what a-are you doing?"