At noon, Jacob came to pick me up. He was still suspended, though.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yup," I said.
We walked outside. And I saw her. My Jenna was waiting for me. I smiled, wrapping my arms around Jacob, extremely happy he brought my car. But, sadly, I had to let him drive.
"How far is school?"
"About two hours," he said.
I looked in the mirror, applying lip gloss to amp up my pale lips. I zoned out and didn't realize Jacob was talking.
"So," he said, "um... I gotta tell you something."
I barely heard him and just made a sound. Mumbling filled my ears. And suddenly the car jerked to a stop, making my lip gloss spread onto my skin. I looked at him angrily.
"Why the hell did you stop the car?" I said, through my teeth.
He laughed at my expression and the lip gloss, but I waited.
"Were you even listening to me?" he said, after a while.
"No," I said, carefully wiping the gloss.
"You are such a bitch."
"Thank you, Jacob. Go on. I'll listen now, your majesty."
"Ok," he said, inhaling, "Hales."
I listened. He seemed nervous.
"Just say it!" I shouted, tired of waiting.
"So, I think..."
"What?!?" I shouted, impatiently.
"Calm down," he said.
I groaned, waiting. He got out the car and walked to my door. He opened it and told me to get out. The road was empty, thank God. I finally got out and we sat on the hood. I sat with my knees curled to my chest. I rested my head on them and smiled at his stupidity.
"I think I fucking love you," he said, finally.
He waited for me to say something. I laughed.
"Do you think fucking love me? Or do you think you're in love with me?"
"Damn, girl. You ruined it!" he complained.
He slid off the car.
"Wait, Jakey," I called, "start over."
He walked back.
"Ok," he said, "Hales, I'm in love with you."
"You sure?" I asked, tugging at his last nerve.
"I'm sure," he said, keeping his cool.
"Good," I said.
"Are you gonna say something now?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Well, shit. You made me feel like a complete dusch."
I leaned over, placed a hand on his cheek, and kissed him hard. I pulled back.
"I love you, too," I whispered, my lips lingering against his.
I kissed him again, softly.
"Shit," he whispered, grinning.
He slid off the car, content with himself, and we drove back to school.
I went to my dorm, letting Jacob come in with me. He dropped my bags.
"How long are you suspended, Jakey?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair.
"The rest of the week. Dexter told them I hit him pretty hard."
"Did you say anything... about him being a psychopathic sucky rapist?"
"Nah," he said.
"Why the hell would you do that?"
He shrugged, kissing my cheek.
"I should go," he said, "your supervisor's listening to this entire conversation... freaking out."
I smiled. The door opened. In she came. Ms. Elizabeth Halligan. She smiled, sheepishly. She was fairly new and had just graduated from Columbia and moved to California. She was maybe... 23? I had no idea. But I grinned. She was afraid if I ever did something like that again. Crap. I should have thought this through.
"Hi," she said, excitedly to Jacob.
He nodded upwards and I watched her blush. How the fuck could she like an 18-year-old? Well, Jacob was hot. But, she was pretty. And she probably had a boyfriend.
"Um," she said, "you two... can't be in the same room at this time."
Jacob walked by. He was like a foot taller than her, which made me laugh.
"Why not," he said, glancing at her ID, "Vanessa?"
"Because," she said, giggling.
"Dude," I said, looking at her, "he's 18. Calm down, a little."
"I have to keep a close eye on you, honey."
"I could do that," he said, implying that we could have sex.
"Oh, no, no, no," she said, "you would be breaking the rules, Jacob."
He rolled his eyes. She took out her handy-dandy handbook.
"No engaging in sexual act on campus," she read.
She looked at us and smiled.
"Well," he said, "I've broken that rule. Almost every student has broken that rule. You guys are fucking stupid."
She rolled her eyes.
"I give up," she said.
"You do that," I said, taking my clothes out of the bag.
My supervisor left like a whiney-ass baby, shoving her handbook in her way too tight jeans.
"So," Jacob said, laughing, "you gotta a tissue I could spit my gum out in?"
I nodded, grinning, and walked to the table with the tissue box. I pulled out a tissue and noticed there was sloppy writing on it.
Prom? I'll look sexy for you... yes, I'm trying to bribe you. Or seduce you or whatever, but... Hales, will you go to the stupid Prom with me? It'll be boring... damn. I should stop writing. Hopefully, one of you bitches won't blow your snot in this. Ok. Yeah.
"Seriously?" I asked, taking the tissue out, "you couldn't just say it?"
"No," he said, denying it like it was such an obvious thing, "I was trying to be original."
"You write like a 2-year-old," I said laughing.
"And you laugh like one."
I laughed again, but with an angry expression on my face. He smiled.
"Answer me," he said, "please."
"Yes," I said, "but on one condition."
"If it gets boring, we go eat pancakes and then make-out in Jenna. Deal?"
"Bring condoms... just in case."
"Always carry 'em around," he said, taking one out.
"You're such a man-whore," I said, shaking my head.
"Maybe," he said, "but I haven't gotten a girl pregnant yet."
"Jakey," I said, crossing my arms, "how many girls have you slept with, man?"
He started to count.
"You have to count?!?"
"Oh yes. You jealous, babe?"
"I'm not! Ok, a little."
"That's good. I like you being jealous. It's hot."
"I know it is," I whispered, "I'm hot."
"Shit," he whispered, "you giving me a stupid ass boner!"
"Yes," he said, excitedly.
"Nah," I said, "not in the mood."
"Damn is right."
And then there was some making-out.