Sweet Summer Song

I watched as Brett closed the back of the bus, the last of Midnight Mayhem’s gear loaded in the back.

“So that’s the last of it,” I stated, my arms folded across my chest.

He turned to face me, running his fingers through his hair. “Alright Jess, what’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal.”

“You’ve been standing off to the side for almost an hour now. You haven’t said more than three words to me; you haven’t even offered to help like you usually do.” He leaned against the side of the house. “What’s going on?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you guys went out last night?” I asked, shifting my weight from my right to left foot.

“Do I have to tell you every time we go out?” Brett asked, with a slight laugh. “Come on Jess, that’s not like you.”

I crossed my right foot over my left. “No, but I’d like to know when you kiss another girl.”

His eyebrows crinkled in confusion, clearly taken aback by the accusation I’d just thrown at him. “Excuse me?”

“I said I’d like to know when you kiss another girl, namely Alison Linley.”

“Are we really going back to this again?” Brett demanded.

“Like I want to,” I stated, my temper rising. “But I can’t ignore the fact that you first went out with the guys without even mentioning it to me and then you had your lips all over Alison.”

“I didn’t mention it to you because I didn’t think it was a big deal. I go out with the guys all the time, and I don’t think that I need to check-in with you beforehand.”

No, he doesn’t. I’ve known the guys in Midnight Mayhem for years, and I trust them and I trust Brett with them.

Apparently that was my first mistake.

“And my lips weren’t all over Alison Linley,” he added. “As I’ve told you multiple times, I don’t have any feelings for her.”

“There are pictures Brett.”

“Are you talking about the picture of her kissing my cheek?”

“And the one of you kissing hers.”

“It’s a cheek kiss. I give those to Terrence too, are you going to accuse me of liking him?”

I hated how nonchalant he was acting about this. His lips were on another girl. He was kissing someone else.

That wasn’t okay.

“It’s not just a cheek kiss Brett,” I said, my arms flying up in the air in frustration. “You can’t go around putting your lips on whoever you want to.”

Especially when it’s Alison Linley, the girl who’s been trying to win his heart since she was old enough to walk.

“I don’t know what this is, but I don’t like it,” Brett said, his voice tight. “You’re not the possessive, jealous type Jess, and I don’t want you to start now.”

“Stop telling me what type of person I am,” I shouted. “Stop telling me what type of person I should and shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now,” Brett defended.

“You know that Alison Linley has a thing for you,” I accused. “You’ve known that for years. So stop flirting with her.”

“But you know that I’m in love with you,” Brett stated, his voice rising. “So I don’t get why you’re so insecure.”