Why Am I Going Crazy?, chapter 4
Jessies POV
I tried to control my compulsive attitude that whole day with Mike, I only said ten smartass things! Hey! That's pretty good missy! Any way, Mike and I ended up taking a walk, then I noticed that Billie wasn't with us.
"Mike? Where's Billie?" I asked, concerned for the red-brown headed boy that seemed to want to go with Mike every where (from what I could gather from yesterday).
"He was feeling lazy today and said that he wanted to stay home and watched TV, the lazy fart." Mike smiled. When he smiled, my heart melted... I loved every thing about this boy... no, stupid... you're only going to get hurt. I quickly shook off this feeling and continued to chat with Mike, about school (I was home schooled, so it was basically me asking him what public school was like).
"Well, Billie doesn't like it too much and wants to drop out as soon as he's old enough," Mike added. Then, a cold breeze blew passed and I shivered. AHH! Why didn't I bring a jacket, how can I be so fucking stupid! I scolded myself. Mike must've seen me shiver because he took off his black jacket and hung it over my shoulders. It was warm and more comfortable than my bed at home, and I felt like this was where I belonged, walking next to Mike for the rest of my life. But, that feeling was quickly destroyed by the rain that began to fall to its death at that moment.
"SHIT!" I shrieked, running to stand under a little sunroof infront of a restaurant. Convenient, huh? Mike was by my side in a second, and the storm steadily worsened.
"Well, guess we're stuck here until the storm lets up," Mike sighed, then perked up. "Hey, you hungry?" he asked me.
I nodded. "Starving!" I smiled. He held the door open and I stepped into the restaurant, that now seemed more like a cafe now that I got a good look at it. We chose a booth near a window and sat across from each other.
"I love this place!" Mike smiled, grabbing a menu from the edge of the table. With in minutes, a waitress had come and taken our orders.
"So, what's up with you? You got a girlfriend?" I asked Mike, trying to start the conversation back up.
Mike sighed before answering. "No, the last one dumped me a few weeks ago."
"Oh," I mouthed, glowing inside.
"What about you?" Mike looked at me and put on a fake smile, I could tell that he really loved his last girlfriend and it broke his heart when she left.
"No, not since fifth grade," I smiled, I had been hurt pretty badly too so I tried to avoid relationships of that kind with guys.
"You haven't told me about your father," Mike said with sudden interest.
I then looked down and then looked into his beautiful eyes that stared at me with interest. Telling him about my father...sharing my pain...it was hard to do. Should I tell this boy that I had met only yesterday when I knew people who knew me for years and still had no idea...should I let him in, let him see me cry?
I tried to control my compulsive attitude that whole day with Mike, I only said ten smartass things! Hey! That's pretty good missy! Any way, Mike and I ended up taking a walk, then I noticed that Billie wasn't with us.
"Mike? Where's Billie?" I asked, concerned for the red-brown headed boy that seemed to want to go with Mike every where (from what I could gather from yesterday).
"He was feeling lazy today and said that he wanted to stay home and watched TV, the lazy fart." Mike smiled. When he smiled, my heart melted... I loved every thing about this boy... no, stupid... you're only going to get hurt. I quickly shook off this feeling and continued to chat with Mike, about school (I was home schooled, so it was basically me asking him what public school was like).
"Well, Billie doesn't like it too much and wants to drop out as soon as he's old enough," Mike added. Then, a cold breeze blew passed and I shivered. AHH! Why didn't I bring a jacket, how can I be so fucking stupid! I scolded myself. Mike must've seen me shiver because he took off his black jacket and hung it over my shoulders. It was warm and more comfortable than my bed at home, and I felt like this was where I belonged, walking next to Mike for the rest of my life. But, that feeling was quickly destroyed by the rain that began to fall to its death at that moment.
"SHIT!" I shrieked, running to stand under a little sunroof infront of a restaurant. Convenient, huh? Mike was by my side in a second, and the storm steadily worsened.
"Well, guess we're stuck here until the storm lets up," Mike sighed, then perked up. "Hey, you hungry?" he asked me.
I nodded. "Starving!" I smiled. He held the door open and I stepped into the restaurant, that now seemed more like a cafe now that I got a good look at it. We chose a booth near a window and sat across from each other.
"I love this place!" Mike smiled, grabbing a menu from the edge of the table. With in minutes, a waitress had come and taken our orders.
"So, what's up with you? You got a girlfriend?" I asked Mike, trying to start the conversation back up.
Mike sighed before answering. "No, the last one dumped me a few weeks ago."
"Oh," I mouthed, glowing inside.
"What about you?" Mike looked at me and put on a fake smile, I could tell that he really loved his last girlfriend and it broke his heart when she left.
"No, not since fifth grade," I smiled, I had been hurt pretty badly too so I tried to avoid relationships of that kind with guys.
"You haven't told me about your father," Mike said with sudden interest.
I then looked down and then looked into his beautiful eyes that stared at me with interest. Telling him about my father...sharing my pain...it was hard to do. Should I tell this boy that I had met only yesterday when I knew people who knew me for years and still had no idea...should I let him in, let him see me cry?
