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“I really hope you’re right love,” was all she could reply.
A week had passed and there was no sign of Taylor or Jesse except their literal presence and we barely took notice of that. They didn’t talk to us, look at us, or, like I had warned, breathed in our direction.
“See Jules,” I said with confidence after school scraping the ice from my windshield, “nothing to worry about sweetheart.”
“I’ve almost forgotten about them. That’s a good sign. I don’t easily forget. You know that from experience,” she winked.
“I have something I could say, but I won’t,” I jested.
“Oh yeah? Well I have something in response to that so go right ahead,” she joked back, knowing my exact thoughts.
“Okay, consider it said.”
“I have,” and bounded from the car at lightning speed. She tackled me to the ground and we fell into the snow. I swung her around by her waist and pinned her to the white blanket underneath her. I kept my left hand at her waist and held her hip bone between my thumb and index finger.
It was cold, extremely, so I removed the glove from the other hand with my teeth and placed it on her warm neck. The torridity boiled in our veins and we were both comfortable again.
“I’ll never get used to that,” I said.
“Neither will I and I don’t want to for that matter.”
“I forgot what we were doing,” I said, genuinely confused as to why we were on the ground.
“Me too, this is nice nevertheless. I’ll take it.”
“I’m curious to know how long we could stay this way. I mean, does the charge actually keep us warm? Or is it an illusion?”
“Oh Elliott, you think like a scientist. I understand, it comes so naturally to you, but honestly? There is no way this, we, are an illusion,” she smiled, placing her hands over my heart on the word ‘we’.
“Good answer! Five points. That earned five points.”
“Five points? Come on, at least ten.”
“Okay, ten.”
She winked.
“What topic are you choosing for your paper due next week?” I asked, pretending I wasn’t dying inside that her hands were touching my chest.
“Hmm, I thought about it and since it’s an open topic, I chose to write on the history of the word fate and its definitions.”
“Oh Jules, that’s worth at least fifteen points. You’re raking them in today.”
“Thanks Elliott.”
“Are you planning on citing specific examples?” I asked.
Her smile pushed into her eyes and made her nose wrinkle.
“I think it would weaken the strength of the paper. Don’t you think?”
“How so?”
“Think about it, true life examples, when not thoroughly understood by any one, take away from the faith we all should put in fate. Fate is not tangible. It’s real, but not tangible and I don’t want to put any names to it. No, people need to experience fate as an idea at first and open their minds to it on their own. Then, it’s an inevitability.
“Like us, you and me? We’re too powerful an idea for anyone to fully comprehend. It has to be found on their own, through the help of their own fate.”
She smiled her answer. I just stared at her. It was easy. She was definitely easy to look at but most importantly, she was easy to love. I watched as Jules closed her eyes and breathed in the crisp, cool air.
