It's Wednesday and I get to go to school with him again. I smiled to myself. I can live with this for the next seven, no, four days.
Honey was at the lockers when we arrived. She shot me a look when she saw me coming out of Jaycee's car. The twins though had the most amusing reaction. Their jaw dropped and their faces flushed beet red. I waved at them. The twins waved back, faces still unreadable.
"Morning girls."
"Hi Van, Jay." Honey greeted. She raised a brow at me. "You're driving him now, Jay?"
He just shrugged and went to his locker. Honey turned her attention to me. "So?" She pressed.
I smiled nervously. Honey was the first person I outed to, and since then she has been extremely protective of me. Not that I needed it cause I don't do anything crazy, up until now, I guess.
"We were at the movies, then I kinda fell asleep…. at his house. " I said the last part as inaudible as possible but she did not miss a letter.
"Ivan!" She hissed.
"Nothing happened, I swear." I raised my hands for emphasis.
"I didn't do anything." Jaycee joined in. "Unless…" he smirked and walked away. But before doing so, he rubbed my head while looking at Honey, his face full of mischief.
"I don't trust that guy." Honey pointed at Jaycee who was already beyond our hearing range. "He's an asshole."
"How can you tell, you don't know the guy." I said to his defense.
"So do you!" she hissed.
I sighed. Yeah, she's right. I don't know the guy. I just met him three days ago.
I kissed Honey on the cheek. "okay. Yeah, you're right"
She crossed her arms and breathed deeply. "Alright, if things gets out of hand, you bring your little ass back here."
"Yes my dear." I gave her a hug. She's really the best and most understand person I know.
But then, I pondered for a while, about what Honey said. It's true that I hardly know the guy. But the way he smiled at me already made my heart beat like crazy. It shouldn't happen. I asked him out on a whim, I wasn't seriously planning on liking him. But I think I might be going down that road. I better stop before I get to the point of no return. How was I suppose to? He's in my class, he's seated beside me, his scent clings to my skin. He's already all over me.
I decided to skip class and nurse my headache at the rooftop, with a bottle of coke in hand.
When I settled down and closed my eyes, I felt a hand on top of my head. Jaycee followed me. see? He's already all over me.
I sat at a corner, hidden from view and heat of the sun.
"Why did you put up with my whims?" I blurted.
He looked at me, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.
He was silent for a moment, then his hands started rubbing my back.
"I was 10 when my dad outed and left me and my mother." He whispered.
I looked up to him and his eyes were distant.
"You actually remind me of him, he was always pale like you, with dark calulating eyes. You always frown when you think. It annoyed me, back when you were arguing with that girl from the office."
He looked back at me with the softest smile I've seen from him. I unconsciously rubbed my forehead.
"What do you always think about anyway?" He asked.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
He let go of me and stretched. He let out a yawn.
"How can it be nothing if your eyebrows are so furrowed?"
Then I thought of that one time he flicked me in the forehead, I was at the rooftop skipping class.
what was I thinking about it then?
oh. right, how I should stop this mess I started. Is mess the right word? or am I just plain crazy?
I stared at the blue sky but I couldn't find the answer, unconsciously my eyebrows furrowed. I guess he was right.
"Hey." Jaycee pulled me by the wrist. "You don't have to answer you know."
I nodded and gave out a deep sigh.
"It's day three, what's the plan?" He asked.
I grinned at him