"What do you want Jello?" Jeremy asked, making sure to keep his back to the girl.
"It's Gela! Gela!" She huffed.
Jeremy sighed. "Does it matter? We're not going to be meeting too much in the future."
It was silent. Jeremy was almost tempted to turn around to see if the girl had secretly snuck off.
Of course, though, that wasn't Gela's way. She would make a dramatic entrance, and a dramatic exit. That was just her way. That's what kept him still.
Finally, "What's so special about that Commoner."
"Huh?" Jeremy asked, the question shocked him enough to turn around and look at the girl he'd previously dated.
She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Don't "huh?" me! What's so special about that girl?" She had her hands clenched in front of her, and she was shaking in anger. "I'm better looking than her! I'm richer than her! So why isn't it me?"
Jeremy sighed again. The girl was exhausting. The reason he'd gone out with her in the first place was because…well, they looked good together. But that was freshman year. He looked at Gela and said, "I don't like redheads." And walked away, leaving Gela looking at his back, a look she'd never show him adorned on her face as she clutched her heart.
The limo was waiting in the front of the school like Jeremy had said. Lucia and Cal walked me to it, making sure I was in the car before they waved goodbye. Jeremy was already seated in the seat across from me, his arms folded as he regarded me. He looked like he was angry.
Wait…not quite…it was as though he was holding back.
I shook my head and looked out the window of the car.
A few minutes later, when all I could see was the green, Jeremy cleared his throat. "Mary. Are you going to go to the Dance?" He asked.
So of course the question had me off guard. That and the fact that I was a little reluctant to tell him I'm going with Elijah.
But wait! Why would I be?
I turned to him. "Yeah. One of my friends asked me to go with him, so I-"
"What?" Jeremy went from looking mildly interested to enraged in less than a second. "Who?"
"Why do I have to tell you?" Haha. Was it obvious that I didn't want him to know?
"Tell me." He demanded.
"No." I crossed my arms.
"I said. Tell. Me." He commanded in a more frightening tone than when he was yelling.
I couldn't get any kind of words out of my mouth, fear suddenly holding me in a trance. There was a deathly glare in those copper orbs that paralyzed me. It was like he was about to kill.
"Damn you Mary, talk!" His fist came down on the armrest, and I involuntarily flinched.
Suddenly, his expression started changing, as if he was starting seeing how scary he was being. "Mary…" For some reason, I flinched again. Horror took over his face. "Mary, I wouldn't hurt you…" I kept close to my door. He sighed, a look of utter sadness filled his face. But I couldn't change it. Those flashing angry copper orbs just kept popping into my mind. He had been so terrifying.