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“After you so carelessly let me take her out, I decided that I want her and I think you should give her to me.”
“You’ve decided that you want her? And you expect me to give her to you?” The ridiculousness of it was mind boggling to me. It was so ludicrous that I foolishly didn’t even feel that threatened, more concerned with his mental health.
“Yes, I like her legs.” He chuckled, “She has absolutely no interest in me at all and I’ve never run across that before.” The ego. “I feel challenged and to be honest with you I need a challenge. I’m so bored. Granted, she’s sort of chatty but I’m sure I could remedy that.”
“Get over yourself Jesse.”
He laughed.
“I’m going to get her from you, one way or another.”
“Think you can frighten me into submission? You couldn’t be more off the mark. I would kill for her. I would even kill you, despite the fact we used to play together as babes.”
“I’ve only begun to frighten you Gray.”
That was very true. It was official, he was insane. These past few weeks, I had very strong suspicions but was in total and utter denial. This robotic, psychotic version of Jesse that sputtered out this dribble was in fact the new Jesse. The final version. I could see in his cold, dead eyes that he had snapped and that it had been a long time coming.
o;So grumpy Elliott. I wonder why,” she said glancing at Marisa.
“Go away Taylor,” I said.
I wanted to act as neutral as possible with her. Taylor was exactly the kind of girl that mistook negative attention for good.
“Well, after that little speech today, Marisa told me that she thought you might want someone to talk to.”
“Sure she did,” I said.
Taylor tried to sit next to me on the hood but I put my hand up.
“Don’t even think about it Taylor.”
She stopped and stood a few inches beside me legs. She rested her arm on the hood and let her hand inch closer to my knee.
“What are you doing Taylor?” I asked, jumping off the hood.
Jules came driving around and parked in the empty space beside me. She got out of her car and Taylor and Marisa stood firmly together.
“What’s going on?” Jules asked tucking her hands in the back of her jean’s pockets, probably trying to restrain herself.
“Nothing,” I said, glancing over my shoulder, “Taylor and Marisa were just leaving.”
“Yes,” said Taylor, “I just came over to offer Elliott some assistance.”
“Assistance?” Jules asked, her brows pinched.
“Yeah,” said Taylor. “After Elliott’s little speech to Jesse Thomas today at lunch I thought that since you weren’t doing him any favors that I might be able to help.”
“Favors?” Jules asked fully comprehending. “So, Elliott, you told Jesse Thomas that I don’t do you any favors?”
“He told the whole lunch room,” Taylor interrupted.
“Is that true Elliott?” Jules asked, pain flashing across her face.
“No,” I said, “not exactly”.
“Well if it’s not true, then how would Taylor get wind of something like that?”
I started to explain again but turned toward the harpies instead, “Do you mind? This is a private conversation.”
