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She put the back of her index finger up to her mouth and quietly laughed at me. She was laughing. Progress. All it took was an incredibly frightening ‘thing’.
What’s so funny?
You. You’re funny.
Why?
Because even with our ‘thing’, our powerful, powerful ‘thing’, your ego is afraid of rejection Elliott Gray. This town still has a slight hold on you, I think.
You’ve got me pegged pretty well Jacobs.
I know.
What should we do about it then?
Talk after class?
And why not now? As far as I’m concerned, we’ve just gotten started. You’ve somethin’ better to do?
When she didn’t answer, I looked at her and she nodded toward the front of the classroom. It was Mrs. Kitt. She had been watching us and was headed our way. I turned over my book and weren’t able to talk or write for the rest of the class. Jules was definitely lowering her defenses and I was making plans to disarm her completely by the end of the week.
On our way to lunch, Jules and I walked side by side. I didn’t want to unnerve her so I stayed pretty quiet. When I didn’t say anything, I clumsily gave her the impression that I was no longer interested in talking.
“See you third period,” she said and started walking quickly toward her usual table.
I jogged to catch up with her.
“Uh, I don’t think so Jules. I just got you to start talking to me. Where do you think you’re going?”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d want to be seen eating lunch with the ‘freak’ of Bluefield High,” she laughed.
She was being sarcastic. She knew that was her reputation and probably reveled in it.
“Is there a freak here? Point them out to me? I’ve never seen one up close before.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You sure do make a lot of assumptions about me,” I said. “Why don’t you just throw out whatever preconceived notions you hold of who you think I am and consider me a blank slate. Now come on, let’s sit at your table. It’ll be easier to talk if we’re alone.”
I grabbed her hand and the surge permeated my skin and gave me the most luxurious calm pulsing through my arm and torso. We sat down and she stared at the wall away from me.
“So, Julia Jacobs, why do you sit here day after day by yourself? Don’t you have any friends at Bluefield?”
“Yikes. You’re nosy. If you must know,” she said, placing her elbow on the table and leaning her body toward me, “none of the girls here like me because of Taylor Williams’ noxious gossip and none of the boys like me because they’re afraid of me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know about the girls. Honest. I don’t listen to anything anyone says about others around here. Gossip just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“I find that................refreshing,” she mused, her eyes brightened.
She reclined again in her seat and brought her legs to the chair next to her
“There are lots of things you might find refreshing about me.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“As far as the boys are concerned, I can see why they’d be afraid of you.”
“Ha! That was rude.”
