“Hey! Don’t I know you from somewhere?” I heard a deep raspy voice say from close behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin I was so startled to hear them.
A black car pulled up next to me. The windows were tinted a pretty dark color but it was the lack of light outside that prevented me from seeing my stalker. There
was a small gap in the upper part of the window (I’m guessing that’s where they called to me from) but the space was too small for me to see anyone through.
“Jason, you jerk, you scared the heck outta me!” I screamed, approaching the nice Chevele my boy friend – no, really, my friend who happens to be a guy (it
isn’t like that) – drove around in. He thought it made him look cool – or bad – or a combination of the two. I don’t know. It wasn’t Jason’s car, and I never
figured out why Cody ever let him borrow it. He rolled the window down the rest of the way and made puppy-dog eyes at me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Babe.”
“Gross. I am not your babe.
“I never said you were.”
“Fine, give up without a fight.” The plan was to get him confused and really mad – he looks so funny when he’s mad. I thought it was working for a moment;
I could almost see the smoke puffing out of his ears.
Jason took a deep breath. No! This was no time for his anger management strategies to kick in – I needed some cheering up.
“No, really, don’t give up without a fight.” He smiled. I leaned into the car and kissed him on the cheek. “So you decided to come looking for me, huh?
Or have you been driving around for the past hour just in case I walked to your house?” Another smile… a grin actually.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I made the worst face I could at him, which was followed by the sticking out of my tongue. “Get in.” I did. Jason changed
gears and the car began to move. The passenger seat was so comfortable. I have to remember to thank Cody for putting fake fur covers on the chairs. “Your night
get any better after my call?”
“Eh.”
“Just ‘eh’?”
“Yah, ‘eh’.”
“Oh. I guess I better make this a great night for you the rest of the time, huh?”
“Eh.” I laughed. It was one of those stupid jokes – you know, the ones that are always funny until you tell them to someone else and then realize they are
completely pathetic.
Awkward silence. Jason was too absorbed in his driving to make any more small talk. I looked out the window and squinted to see a street sign. Westmore Street;
ten more minutes to Jason’s house. I dropped my hands into my lap and began to fiddle with the end of my knee-length denim skirt. Jason glanced at me, then back at
the road and grinned.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I glared at him.
“What?”
“Really, it’s nothing.”
“Yes it is something. What?”
“Why have you all-the-sudden decided to start wearing skirts,” hesitation, “and…girly things?”
I was speechless -- and Jason was right; I had been wearing overly girly (if you want to put it that way) clothing lately.
Struggling to find some way of defending myself I sat looking at Jason, mouth gaping open.
"No, no! Don't get me wrong. I like it," he said, sizing me up. "I really like it!" That did it. I closed my
mouth and turned my body towards the passenger door, embarassed. Jason must have gotten a kick outta me -- all the time. He
really seemed to enjoy laughing (at my expense) and he didn't hold anthing back now.
"Bess--" He laughed turning the car onto the long driveway of his house.
