JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Forty Three : Your Smile

    Chapter Forty Three : Your Smile

   "Tom."

    He looks the other way, a frown pursed on his lips. I sigh, bringing up my paintbrush and swung it straight across his head.

     It caused a slight thud and he winches, forcing to look at me with eyes narrowed. "What was that Janna?"

     "Much better," I flashed him a sickly sweet smile, then shoved against his chest the stack of construction paper. He flinches but takes itoff my hands and placed it on his desk.

       "Acting jealous won't change things, idiot," I murmured.

      His cheeks turned flushed red, as if it wasn't obvious from the fact he's ignoring me, and that it happened after Oskar came in. I swear, I get that he likes me but it doesn't mean I can't talk to guys.

      I am after all, a girl who's too boyish for someone.

     He rubs the nape of his neck, eyes fidgeting and looking back and forth between the cold tiles and my slightly dirtened shoes from the puddle. "I'm not."

    "You are," I bluntly stated.

     "Am not."

   "And you tell me Santa is real?" I snorted, crossing my arms in a gruff. "---oh please, stop denying it."

      He sighs, shoulders all crunched down while his mob of hair slips and covers half of his eyes. "It's just who I am, okay? Are you going to laugh at me?"

     Laugh? What's there to laugh about. I swung my feet, kicking the legs of his chair, causing a slight jolt and made him flinch. "I'm not that shallow. So, just suck it up cause we only have a few days left before the festival."

      I seriously don't get it. Why do people get jealous? Is there something I don't know? I've never liked anyone so I can't really say anything, but still it's a surprise this guy likes me.

     I'm keeping my guard up just in case. Never know when he's going to fool me and in the end, I'd be the fool who bit the bait.

       He doesn't say anything, and I don't mind. I pulled my chair and took a seat, ushering closer to Tom's desk, since well-- he has the art paper. He won't finish it by just himself---especially when he's acting like a childish brat.

      "You better start working," I muttered, leaning forward and grabbed a handful of sheets, placing them flat on my table. "---or you'll be finished late."

     Now, it says we're going to do some flowers as design. I may not be a crafty person, but I know a thing or two about cutting and folding a simple flower. And no, not that well detailed, but just a simple four petaled one.

     With Tom still sulking, I began with my own task, grabbing the half empty glue and started doing wonders, snipping, snapping and whatsoever.

     "Janna."

    "Yeah?" I absent-mindedly murmured under my breath, folding the triangle twice and snipping its sides.

    "You're okay with this?"
    

     "With what?"

    "With me loving you, and...something like that," his voice falters on the last words.

     I stopped on cutting the paper, then turned around to glance at him, somehow managing to finish a petal, and was currently fiddling with the pink art paper. His eyes look somehow..sad.

       "I'm making you troubled right?" he lets out a faint smile. "---having to pretend that everything is fine. That as if nothing has happened."

      "Let's not talk about this here," I cut him off, gripping on the handle of the scissors. "---somewhere private would be much appropriate."