Jacob looked at me for a long time.
"Well, say something," I said.
"How many more paragraphs do we need?"
"Thank you," I whispered.
It was hard not to like him. But, I had to resist. Not that I was doing a very good job. He squeezed my hand.
"I would've squeezed your ass, but..."
I slapped his hand.
"Shut up," I said, laughing.
"You would've liked that," he said, mostly to himself.
After an hour of fighting and making fun of each other, we finally finished the report. He saved it on a flashdrive and said he would print it later. I slipped on a long black cardigan and my gladiators, as he did so.
"Hey, Jake," I said, kneeling down next to him.
"You do know that Stacey's like in love with you, right?"
I knew I shouldn't have told him, but it was obvious and curious little me was just asking.
"Well, not in love... but I know she likes me... just like you do..."
"I don't like you. You're kinda like my brother."
"Damn, that means I'm not getting any. You shouldn't have said that."
"Shut up. That's why I said it."
"So you made-out with your brother?"
He laughed and zipped his lips. After gathering his things, he walked to door.
"Thanks, Jakey," I said.
"I'm not gonna give up," he said, "but your welcome."
"I knew that. I know my boy."
He winked at me and kissed my cheek.
"Bye, babe," he said, jokingly.
"Bye, baby," I said, in the annoying southernish-white-girly voice.
He laughed, shoving his hands into his pocket and leaving. Grace walked upstairs just then. He stuck his tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes running toward me.
"Aaah! So... did you finish?"
"Yup," I said.
"Nope," I said.
I was a good liar. I deserved an award.
"Lovely," she said, climbing up to her bed.
Anne Marie came in, holding Griffin's hand.
"Do you see something wrong with him?" she asked.
"No... wait..." I said.
"What the hell did you do, Grif?"
I looked at his hair. His once light blondish hair had a huge purple streak on the side.
"Experiment with my roomie's crap," he said.
He seemed like a little kindergartner who made a boo-boo. Grace was laughing at how ridiculous he looked. She dropped her magazine. He seemed confused. I climbed up to my bed with my laptop.
"Come here," I said, motioning for him to come over.
Anne Marie was devastated with her boyfriend looking like a freak. She sat on her bed and moped. I touched the purple streak and sucked in my lip.
"You're an idiot," I whispered, "go comfort her."
He shrugged, snuggling into her bed. I laughed.
The three of us walked to my prized possesion red convertible named Jenna. People thought I was crazy for having a "crappy" car like her, but I loved her. And they couldn't trust me with a new convertible either. So be it.
Stacey called saying she was landing in a few. We drove to the airport, with me singing loudly like a dying dog. A mild California breeze made my hair sway. Anne Marie sat in the back, moping over Griffin. Grace continued to read her magazine in the front. She laughed.
"What?" I said, clearing my voice.
"BFF rule #1: Never date your best friend's crush. Ironic, huh?"
"Shut up, we're not dating. And what kind of crappy magazine are you reading? American Girl? Please."
She rolled her eyes.
"Annie," I said, looking in the back, "you ok? Get over it. It's just purple hair. One streak. Calm your freakin' self."
I always started out nice, ending up to be heartwrenching and cruel. But, hey, that's just the way I was. I felt a bump against the back of my car.
"Shit," I whispered.
I got out of my car to see the damage. The car that hit me stopped. It was some big hairy guy with a bunch of tattoos.
"Come back to the car, Hale," Grace said.
"Hold on a sec..."
I knocked on his window. He rolled it down.
"You bumped into my car."
"I know. But is there any damage? You gonna call the damn cops?"
"I'll call the damn cops if you talk to me like that."
"Go suck it," he said.
"Gladly, as long as its not yours."
"What did you say?"
"I won't be sucking your dick anytime soon, dude."
"Like you know anything about dicks..."
He laughed with his "buddy".
"I do. I got a 12 inch dick right here, ass hole! Wanna_"
Grace and Anne Marie pulled me away. I was shouting at him, middle fingering him, and eventually cursing him out. Grace decided that she should drive. I wanted to moon them, but I controlled myself.
"You gotta dick?" Anne Marie asked, as Grace started the car.
"I just wanted a sorry," I said.
"You're crazy," Grace said, confirming the fact that I was.
"You know you loves me," I said, grinning in her face, "be careful with my baby. My baby, Jenna."
We finally reached the airport. We found Stacey. What the next headline new would be: Four Screaming Girl Running Across the Street, Almost Getting Hit By A Car.
"Oh my god, it's been two whole days!" Stacey said.
We hugged her, wishing we could ask her about her trip.
"Jacob's waiting for you," Grace said, looking at me instead of her.
"Really?" she asked.
She was excited.
"Nah, she's just kidding. But he'll be happy to see you," I said.
"Hales would know," Grace said, placing emphasis on every word.
"Anyway," Anne Marie said, "we missed you, doll."
"Cofffe, darlings," I said, jingling my keys.
"You sure you're gonna drive?" Anne Marie asked.
"I'm sure dick guy won't be returning anytime soon."
I drove to nearest Starbucks, grabbing four small Java Chips with extra low-fat whipped cream. Yum.
"So, what happened while I was gone?"
"Mrs. Gregorie assigned a report," Grace said.
"We had to work with partners," Anne Marie continued.
"Who'd you guys have to deal with?"
"Jacob," I said, grinning innocently.
"Did he say anything about me?"
"We didn't really talk much..."
"I wonder why..." Grace said.
"Shut up. We were just working on the project all night."
"He stayed overnight? Was it that hard?"
"Um, no... he left before curfew," I said.
"Is that why he was running across campus in his boxers?" Anne Marie asked.
"I don't know. Ask Dan. And not like that. They didn't have gay sex or anything."
They all just stared at me. I took a sip of my drink and smiled.
"Gross mind-pic," Stacey said, breaking the silence, "but... ok?"
I heard Grace snort.
"Hey, Gracey, darling," I said, sarcastically, "be a doll and get me a napkin."
She groaned and left the table.
"So, anything else?"
"No, it's been two days, hon," Anne Marie said.
Stacey shrugged. I leaned back and drank my Java Chip.
"Oh, Griffin died his hair purple," I said, laughing.
Anne Marie moaned.
"Don't remind me," she said.
"He was experimenting."
"Psycho," Stacey said.
"I thought it was kinda cute," Grace said, returning to the table.
Annie looked at her with a murderous look.
"It's been worse... I guess."
Stacey smiled. We walked back to my Jenna and drove back to Hill Top Acadmey Boarding School, a Community of Learners and Achievers. Yeah right.