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“Don’t insult me Jesse Thomas,” I said, standing up, raising my voice. “You think that just because I keep from doing that crap, it means that I’m naive. You can be innocent and simultaneously not be naive dude. I’m not stupid. Just because you have sex doesn’t make you older, smarter, or even more mature. In fact, it makes you just the opposite. You’re juvenile, stupid and below capacity.”
I stormed off with Jesse’s mouth gaping open. The whole cafeteria caught the end of our conversation and I felt eyes burn into the back of my neck as I headed out the double doors.
I heard Jesse yell loudly, “Jules broke up with him!”
I didn’t even bother correcting him, I was so ticked off. I went to the band room and practiced my drums.
I had joined percussion freshman year and worked my way up to varsity band last year. It was awesome because I didn’t have to play during the games and wear their ridiculous uniforms because I was the quarterback. Every now and then, I would join them when I had some down time during the games, but I wasn’t required to or anything. I had the best of both worlds.
People eventually started streaming into class after lunch. Taylor Williams and her little creepy crew came in. They all played flute. Her followers couldn’t even pick a different instrument. Taylor flitted to my side.
“I’m sorry to hear that you and the Jacobs girl broke up,” she said.
“Go away Taylor,” I said as I tapped my drumsticks over a snare drum.
“I’m still sorry to hear it Elliott,” she said, a cruddy grin on her face.
“Go away Taylor!” I yelled.
She sat back down in her seat and she and her little posse started whispering and laughing. Class began and it took my mind off things. Music always did that for me. There was something soothing about playing the drums.
After class, I rushed to Chemistry and sighed when I saw Jules sitting at our lab table. I plopped beside her and turned my stool her direction.
“Jules,” I said.
“We can’t talk about it just now Elliott,” she said.
I turned my head and saw twenty pairs of eyes focused in our direction. I fixed my stool and didn’t say another word until the end of class. She darted out as quickly as possible toward her car.
Over her shoulder she threw out, “I’ll meet you at your truck. Just let me get my car.”
I felt a little better that she sounded so reasonable. I sat on the hood of my truck waiting for her to come around. I saw Taylor and Marisa walking my direction and prayed they would walk right past me.
“Feelin’ lonely?” Taylor asked.
“Not at all,” I said. “Go away.”
o;Wow,” I said and dragged both my hands through my hair.
Her chest huffed with each winded breath. She rested the back of her head against the cold passenger window and attempted to straighten out her hair but I could tell she was thinking of something. She quickly sprang for me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. She crushed her lips into mine with the same severity as before, but this time I resisted.
“No,” I said grabbing her shoulders.
“Yes,” she said pushing herself against me.
“No Jules.”
“Please Elliott.”
“Jules!” I yelled.
Her eyes popped open, startled. She sank into her seat, licked her lips and wiped her mouth with her thumb and index finger, pulling at her bottom lip. She ran her fingers through her hair and bit her thumb, her elbow resting on the door staring out of the window. I could see her reflection in the frosted glass and her eyes began to wet with tears.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could muster up.
The tears flowed more steadily and she opened her door without a word. She scrambled quickly to retrieve her bag. I jumped out of the truck and followed her up the porch steps to the front door.
“What are you doing Jules?” I asked desperately.
