he's mine, but who is he?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ELEVEN

“Girl, you are really lucky to have a guy like this, I assume you are good friends the way you talked to

each other?” one out of the audience says during the aperitif after our show.

“Thank you, yes we are good friends. Did you like his speech?” I ask politely.

“I think it has some potential in it but you have to work on it pretty hard, the details like the

SWOT-Analysis should be more clear illustrated.” He suggests.

I spend the next hour with conversations like this, always talking the same again and again. In the

end, at least I know that they won’t give us any money, they didn’t say it but you could hear it in their

words. And as much as I like to work with Jim on this I can’t look forward to it having such a big

secret between us.

On the way home it is dead silent. Even the radio is out. When we arrive in front of my house, he

finally opens his mouth.

“So, are you still not going to tell me?” I knew he would ask.

“I already told you everything I could.” The words sound harsh and I’m sorry for it the moment they

leave my mouth. “Listen, I burn to tell you everything, but I know so little myself and it’s just not me to

tell you. Please wait a few weeks or so and you’ll know it too.” Before I can say too much I get out of

his car and run into the house and smack into Jaden.

“Wow, sisterheart, I know you love me but you don’t have to knock me down.” He smiles. I think we

all could get green and he wouldn’t notice nor mind.

“Sorry, I’m just sad, Jim’s mad at me for not telling him.” Jaden furrows his forehead.

“Hey, people are not blind, you can see it from miles away that something is up with you and you

know it rubs off on me.” I manage to get out before a big yawn.

“Oh. I’m keeping you from your bed.” He states the obvious. “Good night.”

After a big hug, I disappear in my room and cuddle my pillow while falling asleep.

“YOU! YES YOU!” Stupid alarm clock. I kill the alarm and turn around to go back to sleep. Wait, it’s

Friday. Oh my god, IT’S FRIDAY. I jump out of bed and then freeze, unable to think. I have a date with

Calisto and I don’t know what to wear, hell I don’t even know where we’re going. Frustrated I let

myself fall on my bed. I count to five, take a deep breath and then stand up again. With wobbly legs,

I head to the kitchen where my mom greets me with her ever-happy mood.

“Good morning sunshine, already jazzed?” uh, thank you mom for reminding me.

“Morning, yepp, I am. Assja, have you made me some coffee? I could use a strong one.” I only say

my mom’s first name in special circumstances. And this was one, for me at least. Grasping this,

she gets quiet and hands me my cup of coffee without another word. When I’m finished with it, I go

straight to work, wanting time to pass fast on one side but on the other to side to last drag on