Two years, Is a long time
It's the first day of Summer
vacation. Oh, the joy. Really, I love not being in school and
all, but now I have no school to go to. I can't afford College,
and my parents want me out of the house. The only thing I have to
look forward to, are my shows. Singing is my life. I don't know
what I would do with out it.
But tonight, I just had that weird feeling. On my mind non stop was Jake Ruess, the insainly gorgeous. All we ever did was fight, the last two years of school. We fought about everything. It's not that we hated each other. We just were not on the friendly side, yet.
Jake Ruess, worked at Caffeine, the local coffee shop. Ever since my first gig, two years ago, I always played here. Just to my luck, Jakewas always at my shows, and always there to be in my face.
"Hailey!" Jake shouted from behind the counter.
"What?" I snapped back.
"There isn't a show tonight, why are you here?"
Oh yeah, no show tonight. I quickly scanned through the crowded coffee shop. The real reason I came here,was to apply for a job. Gigs were enough to buy me an apartment, but not to keep me living in one.
"I need to talk to you." I state.
"When is your shift over?" I asked.
"When we close." He said plainly.
"I really need to talk to you."
"Fine! About what?"
"Just...I need-" A smile pulled across his lips. "Just forget it."
I walked away. How stupid can I get? I can't go ten seconds without fighting with him. Imagine working with him. I'm hallway out the door, when a hand grabs my arm, and pulls me back.
"It's nothing! Forget it." I
noticed he didn't have his apron on. He must have got some one to
cover for him.
I try to walk away again. Jake grabbs my arm again, and this time I get really mad. I pull away, but he just does it again. I pull away one last time, and this time I slap him across the face. A red mark left across his face.
"Don't touch me." I snap at him.
"Did you just slap me?"
"Yeah, actually, I did."
His fist clench at his sides, and his look goes from angry, to pissed. One look into his eyes, and I'm running down the street. The footsteps behind me tell me he's not to far behind. Then the park comes into view. I cross the street, and run towards the park.
Jake is screaming my name, and chasing after me. Just as I turn onto the grass, im thrown to the floor. My head hits the grass, but I show no pain. Jake leans over mean, and pins me so I can't get up. Make no eye contact.
"You know Hailey you can only piss me off so much." He looks down at me.
"Oh yeah? You don't say."
"Why did you slap me?" He demands.
"Why did you laugh at me?"
"I didn't laugh at you."
"Yes you did!"
"Get off of me!"
He loosens up, but dosn't let go of
me. His eyes stay locked with mine.
"Hailey, why are you crying?"
"All I wanted was a job! A stupid job so I could maybe move out of my parent's guest house. A stupid job so I could Buy an apartment, and then start saving up for college! A stupid job to keep me busy of the summer! A stupid job, thats all I wanted, so of course I ask stupid Jake. Guess what? Stupid Jake is a stupid jerk!"
He looks hurt, but he ignores the last part. "Why didn't you just say so?"
When I don't answer, he keeps talking. "Hailey, please stop crying."
"I hate you! I hate you!"
"Ugh! You know my life isn't perfect either!" He snares back.
"Yeah? Why not." I snap.
"Because for the past two years-"
"Yeah for the past two years you have had to deal with me, I get it! You are such a stupid Jerk."
"Hailey, that isn't what I was going to say!"
"Just shut up!" He punch his chest, but I don't get the reaction I expected from him.
Instead of balling up his first, and screaming at me, he does something else. He sighs, and then picks me up, and kisses me. It was a gentle kiss, a kiss that had been long awaited. It was just a simple brush on the lips.
By now my tears had stopped, and I was aware of what was going on.
"For the past two years, I have been in love with you." He whispers into my ear. "But I know I will never have a chance with you."
With that, he walks away. I'm left in the middle of the park. I sit down on the grass, and stretch out. My fingers tracing my lips.
He's been inlove with me? But all we do is fight. Thats it. And not once did he try to show that he liked me. Besides working with him, I also had gym, and science with him. Why didn't he say something? Or do something?
Why didn't I notice? Why didn't I do something? better yet, Why was I just noticing my feelings for him? If there was a chance, I would take it. A chance, for the both of us.