As soon as I woke up I knew that the amount of make up necessary to cover the bags I had was infinite. So, that's what I put on my face. It was going to fade throughout the day anyway, plus the dark eyeliner canceled out the tan concealer. As I stepped out of the house I was already going off of 4 hours of sleep max, so seeing Jako immediately did not help my mood. In fact, it tanked.
"How are you? Did you sleep well? You look great. Are those new shoes? You're not wearing all black today-well you are, but that headband is white so that counts I think-"
"Would you be quiet?" For a second, just a moment his expression wavered, but then that suspiciously unsuspicious grin was back.
"Rough night?" He asked, and his voice seemed to bounce around in my head for a while as we walked to his car. For the first time I was starting to miss taking the bus and my life before I'd met Jako, which was actually pretty recently.
"No, it was fine." I said, wanting to pick up my pace to out-walk him. Unfortunately, his was a skyskraper distance taller than me, which meant his stride was longer than mine. Which mean my efforts were for nothing. As I opened the car door, I couldn't help but glare at him. I didn't understand. How could this horny, strange, immature teenager have changed my world in the course of a couple weeks with minimal interactions? It felt as if the fates had decided to thin my string of life at this exact time in my life.
I sat my bag down on the ground by my feet, shut the door and stared directly ahead of me. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to do anything. And for about five minutes that's exactly what happened. Then he spoke, "You know what the plan is, right?"
"The imaginary plan where I never met-"
"No, the one where you're my girlfriend."
"Oh the one where I'm in hell? I thought you were talking about the one where it was my ideal world and we all coexisted without you and-"
"So, basically you have to stop all of that when we're in public."
"Meaning be happy to be with me. You can complain when we're alone."
"Fine, but we don't have to kiss or anything right?"
"I don't know is that what a couple does? Oh, yes? Then I guess we do."
"I hate you, so much."
"I'm not the one who told you to fall in love with my Uncle. Also, I love you too, sweetie."
"I'm not in love with him. I just-"
"Just a hard like, then." He stated, cutting me off for the billionth time. I seriously wanted to smack him. This was going to be hardest time for me in a while. It felt like I was going to be able to compare this feeling to running an 800 that one time when the coach thought I could do long distance.
We walked into the school side by side. This was supposed to help us convey more of a couple feel, but I had a feeling the kill-me-now expression I was rocking was canceling all of that out. Well that was my theory, considering no one was looking our way. No one cared.
Until, he took my hand, and then you saw the states. Every time my black boots thudded on the ground another person was staring at us.
I felt my other hand clench in my pocket. I wanted to tear my hand from his and shout: "I SWEAR I'M NOT DATING THIS ASSHOLE!"
But I was stuck holding his hand and walking down the hallways that felt as though it would never end. When we got to his locker I was a little shocked, realizing that it was only a couple down from mine.
I'd never noticed him?
All I remembered was the couple a couple lockers down from me. They were always hugging and kissing when no one else was around. It was always me who saw them. It was weird.
He pulled out a black binder, somehow managing to hold my hand the entire time. I hated it. You'd think he'd need two hands to grab a binder or unlock his locker, nope. As he shut his locker he glanced around us quickly and then stepped closer to me. I wasn't expecting it, and instinctively my grip tightened on his hand. I knew it hurt, but he showed no signs of pain in his expression. He just moved close, and pressed a light kiss onto my cheek. The people around us almost look like they were having heart attacks, they didn't believe it. I didn't believe it. Did he really just kiss my cheek? All for show, eh?
He pulled away and turned away, our fingers were still intertwined, so I moved with him. Whether or not I actually wanted to. At some point the number of people in the hall decreased by a million so it felt safe to speak.
"What was that?"
"It's called affection, " he said, pulling our hands apart. "That thing that you show when you're in love."
"Except we're not in love."
"Oh wait, yeah we are."
"No, we're n-" Abruptly, he stopped and turned towards me. He didn't look dangerous, he just looked...cocky? He stood there for a moment, one hand in his pocket, meeting my gaze evenly. There was almost something hard in his eyes as well. As if I had no way out of this. He took a step closer to me, and I knew I should step away, but I didn't want to seem weak, so I planted my feed and met his gaze evenly as well. I don't know what I was expecting, but when he grabbed my hand and brought it slowly up and then pressed his warm lips on my hand, my heart beat picked up speed.
"Everyone else...would disagree." And like clock work, his eyes drifted slightly to right of me and it was almost like I could see his intentions in his eyes for a moment. His grip tightened slightly, as if telling me to comply- which pissed me off- and then he slowly pulled me closer, also moving closer to me at his own separate speed. He brushed the hair out of my face, and my lips parted in shock, it was as if them I really got that he was going to do it. As soon as his face was a couple inches away from my face he froze entirely, and looked to the right of me again. He backed away immediately, and turned away, dropping my hand as if nothing had happened. Not only that, but his expression had completely changed.
Now, it was almost entirely blank, and now there was a twinge of melancholy as he stared ahead of him.
Without thinking I glanced behind me, knowing I wasn't going to see anything, but I did. A girl. A pretty girl with long black hair and dyed tips. She was staring at me, a twinge of melancholy in her own gaze.
"Who are you?" She asked suddenly, making my
whole body freeze. I had the same question, but something told me that she wanted more than the answer I was going to give her. She took a step closer to me, and I didn't move. She took another step closer to me, and I didn't move. Her pretty features had become sharper, as if she were trying to glare me off of the earth.
"Who are you?" She asked again, this time her voice was harder, yet weaker too. It seemed as though it would crack in any moment.
"Who are you?" I asked, throwing the question back. We stood there for another moment. It didn't seem like she wanted to answer the question very much, and I didn't want to either. Abruptly, her hand shot out and she grabbed my collar, yanking me to her. It was in this moment I realized that she was probably a couple inches taller than me.
My breath hitched as she glared at me, looking almost like she wanted to punch the crap out of me. My heart started beating faster and faster and then faster, until it was all I could hear, even when her lips moved, I heard nothing. That might have something to do with the fact that in three seconds the world went dark around me and no longer was the beautiful girl glaring at me.
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