12
No One Saw That Coming. No One.
A week passes, and Jake’s mood is still the same. He makes an effort not to be a downer around me, but he’s always distancing himself. I mean, I would be suffering too.
I tease him, and sometimes he smiles, but then returns to the mood.
I don’t like him like this. Not because I care or anything, but because usually it’s the other way around, you know. I’m the moody and non-responsive one, and he annoys me until I regrettably smile…
So when Friday arrives, I go to the library with a mission.
Jake’s already there.
“Good morning!” I exclaim.
“You’re disgustingly happy.” He says melancholic.
“I’m going to a club for the first time.”
I don’t even know why I am so excited.
“Really? You’ve never been to one?”
“No,West, I’m a minor, how could I have been to one?” I throw his way, and I see him struggling not to break loose his smirk.
“Someotherpeople find their ways…” He shrugs absentmindedly.
“And you wouldn’t happen to know these people, now would you?”
He scoffs as though it’s freakishly obvious.
“Brown, Iamthe people. The first time I went to a club, I must have been around fourteen.” He stops what he’s doing just to emphasize. “And yeah, I amthatgood.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist bragging about yourself. It’s stronger than you.” I pass him by, a pile of books in my hands.
“Whatever. Have you thought about what song we’re singing?”
“I have actually, and it’s a classic…” He frowns, waiting for me, and I restrain myself from doing jazz hands. “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee!”
“Yeah, that seems about right.”
“What, why?”
“Old and underestimated, like your soul.” He crosses his arms, and was that a compliment? I can’t tell…
“Thank you?” I decide to answer, and he can’t help but break out his once-in-a-lifetime smile, smile lines accentuating his cheeks. The kind of smile that imprints in your brain and blesses your dreams…
No comments.
“I have to go.” I drop the books on the round table and move to the door.
“What, why?” He asks in the distance.
“Because! I- I have to get ready for tonight!”
“But Brown- It’s only five!”
I hear him say, just as I shut the door.
