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Authors: Melissa Perea
Tags: Contemporary, Young Adult
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leaned back against my car, popping his knee out in front of him and placing his foot flat against my passenger door. Two words came to mind—jack and ass.
"Spill. Which one of you is it?" he asked as he ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. His face wasn't horrible to look at. He had that look—the one all girls go crazy for—but to me it was ordinary. Simple dark eyes, a clear complexion with a slight crook to his nose and an athletic build. His ears were large though. Holy hell, they were big. Now I knew why he wore his hair longer, to hide the Dumbo jokes. Even popular kids were afraid of being bullied. Looking up, I had a direct line of sight into his nostrils. They flared when he talked and were full of hair. I still didn't get it. Maybe he was a great kisser. A theory I would never venture to test.
He laughed. "Britney, is it you?" he asked with jest in his eyes and disappointment lining his jaw. His leg dropped and his arms crossed in front of him. No longer relaxed, he was bracing himself. I looked at Britney. She was biting her nails as a line crossed her forehead. My eyes trailed back up to Nathan. Jealous?
"He is so not my style," Britney replied.
"Then why are you slamming this poor girl up against her car and threatening her for talking to him?"
Sarah came up and stood next to Britney. "Leave it alone, Nate. We were just having a little fun." She turned her eyes to me. "Right, Selah? Just a little joking between girls. She was just leaving anyways." Sarah turned to Jessica and grabbed my bag then tossed it at me. "Like I said, leaving."
I picked up my keys from the ground and unlocked my car once more. Nathan wouldn't move.
"Excuse me?" I spoke my words at the car, but my voice was loud enough to be understood by him.
"Of course. Ignore them. They're just jealous," he said and then patted the top of my head with his hand twice, like one would a puppy.
My body froze as his hand made contact. He's touching me. He touched me. Nathan touched me. I turned to him as my face swirled with confusion. "Yeah. Just jealous," I said, and then opened my door, sat down and slammed it behind me, locking it closed.
I sat in my car for ten minutes—a very long ten minutes. They dispersed back toward their own vehicles, and within seconds, the parking lot was empty. I spent the time composing myself, breathing and drying the sweat from my hands onto my shirt.
The key sat in my ignition, still and quiet. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure the red splotches had died down and returned to their corners, waiting for the next opportunity to present themselves. There wasn't a single car in the lot except mine, but I got the feeling someone was watching me. I turned the key and started my car, my body wired from the previous exchange.
My foot pressed on the gas and as I backed out of my parking stall, I saw him. Black from head to toe with a scowl of resentment speckled across his face. I braked and put the car into park. Opening up my door I got out and looked right at him, but he didn't move. I leaned back into the car and turned it off. Placing the key in my pocket, I shut my door and started walking.
Before I met his eyes again, he got up and left. No hello. No goodbye. I leaned against my car, confused at the transaction. Watching him, he continued toward the office, so I got back in my car and left. Just before I turned out of the lot, I looked back up at the office door. He stood outside, once again staring at me. I stared back and then he opened the door and went inside.
I drove home and tried to not read into what had just happened. The minimal excitement I had gained fell away after wondering whether or not he would eventually accept my presence at the brick wall.
My godparents weren't home yet, so I went inside and grabbed a water before heading upstairs. A note with Aunt Carolyn's writing had been taped to my bedroom door.
Out for the evening. Went to the city. Might not be back until
"Spill. Which one of you is it?" he asked as he ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. His face wasn't horrible to look at. He had that look—the one all girls go crazy for—but to me it was ordinary. Simple dark eyes, a clear complexion with a slight crook to his nose and an athletic build. His ears were large though. Holy hell, they were big. Now I knew why he wore his hair longer, to hide the Dumbo jokes. Even popular kids were afraid of being bullied. Looking up, I had a direct line of sight into his nostrils. They flared when he talked and were full of hair. I still didn't get it. Maybe he was a great kisser. A theory I would never venture to test.
He laughed. "Britney, is it you?" he asked with jest in his eyes and disappointment lining his jaw. His leg dropped and his arms crossed in front of him. No longer relaxed, he was bracing himself. I looked at Britney. She was biting her nails as a line crossed her forehead. My eyes trailed back up to Nathan. Jealous?
"He is so not my style," Britney replied.
"Then why are you slamming this poor girl up against her car and threatening her for talking to him?"
Sarah came up and stood next to Britney. "Leave it alone, Nate. We were just having a little fun." She turned her eyes to me. "Right, Selah? Just a little joking between girls. She was just leaving anyways." Sarah turned to Jessica and grabbed my bag then tossed it at me. "Like I said, leaving."
I picked up my keys from the ground and unlocked my car once more. Nathan wouldn't move.
"Excuse me?" I spoke my words at the car, but my voice was loud enough to be understood by him.
"Of course. Ignore them. They're just jealous," he said and then patted the top of my head with his hand twice, like one would a puppy.
My body froze as his hand made contact. He's touching me. He touched me. Nathan touched me. I turned to him as my face swirled with confusion. "Yeah. Just jealous," I said, and then opened my door, sat down and slammed it behind me, locking it closed.
I sat in my car for ten minutes—a very long ten minutes. They dispersed back toward their own vehicles, and within seconds, the parking lot was empty. I spent the time composing myself, breathing and drying the sweat from my hands onto my shirt.
The key sat in my ignition, still and quiet. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure the red splotches had died down and returned to their corners, waiting for the next opportunity to present themselves. There wasn't a single car in the lot except mine, but I got the feeling someone was watching me. I turned the key and started my car, my body wired from the previous exchange.
My foot pressed on the gas and as I backed out of my parking stall, I saw him. Black from head to toe with a scowl of resentment speckled across his face. I braked and put the car into park. Opening up my door I got out and looked right at him, but he didn't move. I leaned back into the car and turned it off. Placing the key in my pocket, I shut my door and started walking.
Before I met his eyes again, he got up and left. No hello. No goodbye. I leaned against my car, confused at the transaction. Watching him, he continued toward the office, so I got back in my car and left. Just before I turned out of the lot, I looked back up at the office door. He stood outside, once again staring at me. I stared back and then he opened the door and went inside.
I drove home and tried to not read into what had just happened. The minimal excitement I had gained fell away after wondering whether or not he would eventually accept my presence at the brick wall.
My godparents weren't home yet, so I went inside and grabbed a water before heading upstairs. A note with Aunt Carolyn's writing had been taped to my bedroom door.
Out for the evening. Went to the city. Might not be back until
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