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I actually worried about what I was going to do when I reached Philadelphia and would be required to think. The only way I could get away with it then was because school was no challenge whatsoever. I thought that was a good point to bring up to Jules for the argument that we needed to marry as soon as possible. I reminded myself to remember that one later.
The next day, at church, Jules was already in the youth hall when I walked in to greet her. I noticed she was sitting on top of a table on her own and staring in the direction of the wall that was concealed by the door. I walked in and glanced to my left to see what she was staring at.
Jesse Thomas and Taylor Williams stared silently back at her. A silent fight of wills and I’m pretty sure Jules was winning. I didn’t say a word to either of them. I walked in, grabbed Jules’ hand and guided her outside. She had hung her jacket up earlier and didn’t have it so I gave her mine.
“What the....?” I asked.
“I have no idea.”
“They never come to church. Their parents are always making excuses for them.”
“I know why,” Jules said, panicked.
“Now, Jules, they might just be trying to mess with our heads and obviously it’s working. Look at you. Who knows, they could be coming for a better reason.”
Yeah, right.
“No Elliott, they’re here for devious reasons. If they were coming here for innocent reasons than they would have approached me, apologized, try to atone for what they had done. No. They’re here to intimidate us.”
“Okay, let’s just get to the church and sit with our parents.”
She nodded.
We walked back into the hallway and passed the doors to the youth hall quickly trying to avoid Taylor and Jesse but unfortunately forgot about the second entrance to the hall and once we passed it, they followed quickly.
“Where y’all going?” Asked Jesse.
I knew who the mastermind was. I knew who the evil one really was. Taylor was only mean and Marisa was only stupid. They were merely pawns in Jesse’s game, but Jesse, Jesse was the real tyrant. The one whom Jules was most afraid of.
“None of your business Jesse,” I said. “Leave us be.”
“Wait a minute,” he said, “I want to make amends.”
“Nope.”
“Please Elliott? I’m really sorry about everything that happened. I miss our friendship.”
He was a terrible liar. I stopped, took a deep breath and stared down at him.
“And what is the ‘everything’ that you’re sorry about Jesse?” I asked, falsely hoping he would own up to breaking into Jules’ room.
“I’m sorry about the misunderstanding,” he evaded.
“What misunderstanding?”
“Our fight in History.”
“Nope. That was no misunderstanding. What I want to know is if you’re sorry for the other things you’ve done.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play coy with me. You’re the one who decided to break into Jules’ home and mess with us. That’s what you should be sorry for. Do you have any idea how badly I wish to hurt you for doing that? You’re lucky we’re at church.”
“Am I? He goaded.
I came within inches of his face and clinched my teeth. I still held Jules’ shaking hand. He was lucky. Very.
“Get away from us Jesse, you and Taylor, and stay away from us.”
