“I guess so.”
The two of us stood there awkwardly for a moment, just looking at each other. Clearing his throat, Jensen asked, “D’you want to come in?”
With a shrug, I muttered a ‘yeah, why not’ and stepped into his room when he held the door wide open. It wasn’t much to see, just a typical teenage guy’s bed room. Metallica posters covered the walls which were painted a deep shade of blue – his favorite color. His bed was made up, window open to let in some air and his laptop was propped on the work-table. My gaze fixed on the bookshelf, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. It was full.
“Since when do you read?” My hand fluttered over the different spines of the books. Harry Potter, the Shannara series, and a lot of other books most of which were either fantasy or sci-fi filled up the racks.
“Since forever. Don’t you remember how I used to stay after school and just spend my time in the library, reading for hours?”
I grinned at the memory. Nancy and I had referred to him as the bookworm every time we’d run into him while searching for some research materials.
Jensen made a face. “I hate love stories.”
I laughed and sat myself down at the edge of the bed. Jensen looked at me curiously. Bluntly, he asked, “Why are you really here Roxanne?”
“You know why I came.”
“But I don’t know why you stayed. I expected you to leave the moment I’d invited you into my room.”
Why had I stayed? Squirming underneath his gaze, I replied a little unsurely, “I don’t know…I have more to say, I guess.” Before he could ask what it was, I added, “I can’t seem to find the words to say it though.”
“Well take your time then.” With that, Jensen turned his back to me and plopped down on his chair. For the next few minutes, he typed away on his laptop, occasionally cracking a grin or laughing but completely ignoring me. I edged a little closer to his desk and noticed he was chatting on Facebook with a friend, a girl named ‘Rhonda’. So he had time to chat with her but he couldn’t keep me company. What a jerk.
Jensen must have felt my glare piercing into the back of his head as he glanced at me over his shoulder. “Is there a problem?” He asked, sounding almost smug.
“No,” I answered stiffly. “I’ll just keep in mind that you don’t know how to behave when you have a guest over.”
That made him grin like a fool. “I’m only just chatting with a friend and giving you some space to figure out what it is you wanted to tell me.” Then, with a pause, he asked in that teasing tone of his, “You’re not jealous that I’m talking to Rhonda are you?”
“Of course I’m not,” I huffed. “I just remembered what I wanted to say though, so I’ll say it and leave so your royal highness could get back to talking to his girlfriend.” I mentally slapped myself for saying that so spitefully. Jensen looked quite satisfied with himself as his suspicions were confirmed. I did sound jealous. But he chose not to point that out to me, knowing I would bite his head off for doing so.
“Okay then, shoot.”