Anyhew, here it is (you're an amazingly gifted writer Jeanette):
It had been two days since I last talked to Jeannette. Two days since she looked at me with disappointment in her eyes. I couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much. Or why I’ve been avoiding her. And yet I knew where she was every minute of the day. What is wrong with me?! Remy even noticed I was distracted when I almost set the chair on fire while I was playing with a plasma ball. I know she saw me staring at her in the cafeteria. She must think I really am a stalker. There’d be no doubt in her mind if she knew I flashed over to her house last night just to see if her bedroom light was on. Again…what the hell is wrong with me?! I have NEVER noticed a girl’s finger polish before so how is it that I know she painted hers hot pink with some kind of glitter on top. They look like they’re sugar coated and I’d love to see if they’re as sweet too. Holy crap! I have got to get a grip.
“Sykes!” “What dude? Geez, Rem you don’t have to yell at me.”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for three minutes. I guess I could have shaken the floor under you. I’ll do that instead next time. So what gives? You’ve been zoned out the last couple of days.”
Sighing I just shook my head. “It’s that new chick, Jeannette. There’s something about her.”
“Whoa, hold up. Did you just say you’re distracted by a girl? A girl who’s name doesn’t start with an L? A HUMAN girl?? I can’t wait to hear this.”
“Shut up Remy! I’m serious. I’m not sure she’s entirely human. What else would explain that shock I got when our fingers touched? Or why I can’t stop thinking about her?”
“Um, well could it be partly because by some miracle she’s immune to your “mojo” as you call it? Look, why don’t you try talking to her again? Maybe it’ll help you figure out why you’re acting like a space cadet too. “
I stared at him for a second. “Yah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right, bro. Always.”
Rolling my eyes, “I think you’ve mistaken right for cocky.”
The next morning I waited outside by the fence I know she and her brother walk by on their way to school. I could hear them laughing as they rounded the corner. She stopped for a second and arched her eyebrow. He followed her gaze and grinned. It’s like he knows something I don’t.
“Hey sis, I’m gonna run on ahead. I’ve got a few questions I want to ask my history teacher. I’ll, uh, see you after school, k?”
She glares at him, “Fine, see ya.”
He jogs passed me with a smirk. I notice it’s very much like hers. She just stands there watching me. I can see the distrust in her dark eyes.
“Ok, what’s the deal? I know you don’t walk to school. So, that means you’re here to talk to me.”
“Well, aren’t you full of yourself? It’s entirely possible I’m doing my neighborhood watch shift.” I see her try to fight a small smile.
“I doubt anyone would put you on neighborhood watch duty any more than they would make you a hall monitor.” She still hasn’t taken a step toward me.
“So, can I walk with you the rest of the way?” She looks at me puzzled. “I promise I’ll keep my B.S. to a minimum.”
“Yah, I wouldn’t want you to cause me to reach my limit before school starts.” I sigh with relief. She starts to walk and I fall in step with her.
“So, how’re things?”
She glances at me and I can feel the tension causing her to hesitate. “About the same I guess. Like my mom says, “Same crap, different day”. I haven’t damaged anymore school property if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The fall breeze starts to pick up and I see her shiver. “Here, take my hoodie.”
She stops and looks at me. “Why?”
The way she says it with that slow drawl full accusation tugs at something inside of me. Something I’ll have to examine later. I ignore the question as I take her back pack from her shoulder and hold the hoodie out for her to take. Much to my surprise she takes it and for some reason it makes me want to fist pump the air. The royal blue color sets off her chocolate hair and creamy skin. My breath catches. After she puts on the hoodie and pushes the too long sleeves up I hand over her back pack and we continue on. I can’t remember the last time I walked this slowly on purpose.
“I’m really sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk. And I really didn’t want to make your day worse.”
She keeps walking but I can see her shoulders relax. “Um, thanks. I get the feeling you don’t apologize for much so I’ll let you off the hook…this time.”
Chuckling and in my best southern accent I tell her, “Why thank ya, ma’am.”
She rolls hers and laughs. There goes that tugging sensation. I notice we’re getting closer to school and I’m still no closer to figuring her out. “Hey, do you want to get pizza with me sometime. Or something else if you don’t like pizza.”
She stops suddenly. “A couple of days ago you accused me of not being human and now you want me to go get pizza with you? I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I have my plate full. I don’t need to be the butt of any practical jokes. Or charity social calls for that matter.”
I hold my hands up in the universal signs of surrender. “Hey, hey, hey. I promise I’m not up to anything. I just thought it would be nice for you to have a real friend, ok? “
She glares at me as she looks for any sign of insincerity. She must not find any as she starts walking again she says “Ok. I guess I can get pizza with you sometime. Can my brother come?”
I can easily sense the test she’s just laid out. “Yah, sure. The more the merrier.” She smirks. I grin at her. “Well, how about Friday night? There’s no football game or school stuff going on.”
She looks over at me and smiles. It’s a smile that makes me feel like I’ve just been busted for something. “Ok. I’ll have to check with my mom, but I think it should be fine.”
The warning bell rings as we walk up the front steps of the school.
“Great! I’ll talk to you later. And hey, keep my hoodie for a while. It looks hot on you.” I take the last few steps in one bound as I laugh at the daggers she shoots at me with her eyes. I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty entertaining figuring out what sassy, Ms. Jeannette is all about. I sure as hell need to get a grip on whatever it is tugging at my insides, too.