Jeremy:My suggestions are your orders.
Cecily:Yes, sir. Not.
Jeremy:The fucking attitude.
My spine tingles as if I can hear the gruff timbre of his voice and see the displeasure in his ash eyes.
Focus.
Cecily:You didn’t answer my question. What will happen at seven at the location you sent?
Jeremy:What do you think will happen?
Cecily:Would you stop answering with questions?
Jeremy:Would you stop being so standoffish?
He did it again. He’s such a wanker, I swear.
Cecily:I’m not standoffish.
Jeremy:You’re always walking with your nose in the air or in a book, as if the world doesn’t deserve your time or energy. You also have this habit of pulling away from crowds and spending as much time indoors as possible. Standoffish is me putting it nicely. To be more accurate, you’re an asocial snob with trust issues.
My leg bounces again, and this time, I don’t care about my classmates’ stares as I glare at the phone.
This bastard is able to rile me up with a few words, and I’m not even the type who’s easily provoked. I’m the most levelheaded of my friends. Hell, I’m the one they come to, to end fights, but right now?
I’m seething. Volcano-like steam explodes from my pores and it takes everything in me not to curse.
Cecily:And you’re an arrogant, monstrous, absolutely appalling existence with antisocial tendencies. Oh, and a stalker. But you don’t see me talking about that :)
I sent the last smiley face for extra effect.
Jeremy:By all means. If psychoanalyzing and slapping labels on me gives you peace of mind, do it all you like.
Cecily:You’re a break-and-entry criminal. Also, a creep who goes into places he wasn’t invited to.
Jeremy:No breaking was involved. And am I really considered a creep if your cunt drenched my face while you were coming apart on my mouth? I can still taste you on my tongue. Ten-star meal. Would try again.
I’m surprised no one besides me sees the fire consuming me from the inside out. My face is so heated that I grab my bottle of water with an unsteady hand and nearly finish it in one go.
But that does nothing to quench the thirst.
When the hell did it become so hot in here?
Jeremy:You still there? Get it together and breathe. Don’t vomit just because I was reminiscing about your sweet taste or else it’ll be embarrassing in class. We really need to work on your prude tendencies.
My gaze strays sideways, studying, searching, and coming up empty. Is he here somewhere?
No, he couldn’t be. One, he’s not an REU student, and while that can’t stop him, his presence would give him away. There’s no way I would’ve missed his beast-like physique and harsh stares.
Cecily:How did you know I was in class?
Jeremy:I know everything about you.
Cecily:Are you still…stalking me?
Jeremy:Are you still looking behind your back to search for me?