Chapter Seven
The dance had been a successful time filler. The audience clapped apprehensively as we dispersed around the birthday party posterior to our performance. I had to say that I felt very confident knowing that I could pull that off even when Jake's agility to dance was twice as skilled as mine. Even so, I noticed girls looking at me not in a good way. Most of them bared disgusted expressions, which made me query whether it was as exceptional as I had supposed.
I decided to remove the thought from my mind on account of how their opinion remains irrelevant to me. By the end of the party, I had totally forgotten about it and was currently enjoying myself with Angelina, Anna and Lola drinking hot chocolate and coffee with donuts that Mrs. Beaudreau had prepared for us.Yes, Anna's mom was that nice. Luke was with us as well but he busied himself in a video game with a couple of cousins. There were like five kids around the room because Anna's aunt had come to congratulate her personally. Her kids were loud, but she brought cake which makes it worth it.
"And then, Renskoff was making out with Samantha who had had like six beers before. So, she straight up puked, while they were kissing. Hilarious!" Lola's voice came off a bit shaky as she struggled to tell the story.
Anna made a face of abhorrence. "I don't know, it's not like I was paying attention to that guy." She shrugged.
"No, you were paying attention to another guy. One that is blonde and tells bad math related jokes." Angelina pointed out.
I eyeballed Anna, and she was blushing. "He does not! I think they are funny." Her voice turning humorless.
The thought of Anna having a crush made my heart tingle considering how passionate she is regarding love and relationships. I could indubitably picture her as the perfect girlfriend. I intended to question her further when Mrs. Beaudreau stepped into the room carrying a basket with clothes.
"Hello girls. Did you get some rest?" She took two red jerseys and handed them to Anna and Lola. When she looked at Angelina, a fretful expression embraced her face. "Anns, how is that sunburn sweetie?"
"It's better Marry, don't worry. That remedy you gave me, it was awesome! I can smile now." Angelina's tone of voice going smother yet cheerful. I couldn't help but remember how Angelina couldn't move a single muscle of her face because she was absolutely sunburnt and the excruciate pain that came with it was too much to make an effort.
Mrs. Beaudreau bobbed and smiled before yelping, "BOYS! The jerseys are done, come put them on."
Next thing we knew, two sweaty feverish boys rushed into the room pushing one another as though they were on a race and the prize was a championship trophy. Jordan and Jake wore no shirt and their hair was wet and messy giving away the impression that they had just taken a shower. The first thing I noticed was Jake's torso of course. He had a freaking eight- pack! No wonder those Abercrombie shirts work wonders on him. His skin had a slight darker shade than it used to, because of the sun exposure he had at the pool, yet it looked awesome on him.
I might have forgotten that my eyes were roaming over his body because Lola had to push my shoulder lightly to wake me up, and whispered "Don't be too obvious." However, when I had finally gotten out my trance, Jordan had already noticed this and didn't hesitate to make a joke out of it. "Those hands Bella, keep them to yourself. No touching Jake inappropriately." Jordan said in a scolding tone."No touching Jake." One of Jordan's little cousins repeated while he still played with his crayons. Anna and Lola started laughing at this and I only hoped he wouldn't repeat that to his mom.
I threw a cushion at Jordan, "Shut up, you idiot."
"Idiot." Echoed the little kid again.
"No don't say that. That's bad." I told the boy, but he proceeded to laugh and ignore me.
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