I can’t believe it rained all day. Ugh… How was I gonna get home? I called home and no one answered, which meant my mom must not have been there yet. So, I couldn’t nag her to come get me. Megan
had to stay after school for something… and Cat was gonna stay after with her.
Maybe I should just go to the gym and wait with them as well… No, damn it, that’s not an option! I don’t wanna stay any longer than I have to, and I don’t wanna ride in the car with her mother. Who
was I kidding? I can’t stand that woman.
I went to my locker and searched for something rain-suitable. Aha! I found an old baseball cap! I totally triumphed over Mother Nature at that moment.
I walked outside, still protected by the outside roof of the school. I thought to myself, how can I get home without looking like some raging idiot, running down the street?
No solutions came to mind. I’d probably be reported to an asylum by the end of the week at this rate. But who cares, I thought. I need a break anyway.
Let the white coats take me to a place with no homework--where there are no nagging friends to wake me when I’m sleeping peacefully. Take me to where the smart asses don’t get smart with you for
fear that you’ll snap and kill them… Yea, I think I like the idea of going to a sanitarium.
For a short while, I sat and watched the rain while clinging to an iron pole that supported the roof of the school building.
I shook the dents out of my cap and placed it on my head. I lifted the hem of my dress, slightly, and stepped out into the rain. Then just as quickly as I stepped into it, I ran back under the roof
again. That rain was too cold to be walking in. Chill bumps appeared almost instantly up and down both my arms.
“And you call me a weirdo,” Jesse said. He, apparently, had been standing at the door watching me the whole time.
“Oh my god…” I said in a deep sigh.
“What did a little rain ever hurt?” he asked coolly.
“What is it with everybody chastising me about the damn rain today,” I yelled impatiently.
He looked a little sleepy himself, with his hands behind his back. He walked slowly towards me while staring out into the rain.
“Just step in it,” he encouraged me, “it’s really not so bad.”
“Oh my god, you really are some kinda rain-loving, emo freak, aren’t you…”
“Interesting… So, let me get this straight… Liking the rain makes me some kind of freak?”
I thought about that for a minute. I guess this time he was right because Cat likes rain. It makes her feel calm or something. And, a lot of people do use it to get to sleep and such…
“I guess not,” I grumbled, biting my fingernails.
The rain poured down harder, and he pulled an umbrella from behind his back. He opened it a little and spun it around. I looked over at him, wondering why he was teasing me with it. He knew I
wanted that umbrella, and he would milk this moment for as long as he could to torture me. I thought that was kinda hot… rude, yes! But kinda hot.
I walked up beside him slowly and put my hand on the umbrella handle. He looked over at me confusedly; and when the timing was right, I snatched it out of his hands and hightailed through the rain.
“Damn it!” Jesse yelled calling after me, but I didn’t dare to look back.
I laughed to myself for being able to pull that one off. Oh my gosh, I’m such a genius, and boys are just plain stupid.
When I got to the edge of the block, I decided to look back. And, lo and behold, Jesse was chasing after me.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I said in a panicky voice. “He’s gonna catch me and kill me!”
I didn’t think he would run after me in the rain without an umbrella! But, he did say that he liked the rain. So, why wouldn’t he run out in it? Gah! I didn’t think this one through. Damn it! I
looked back again, and he was right at my heels.
“Okay, okay! You win,” I said panting.
I stopped in the middle of the street, feeling the misted, icy wind blow underneath the umbrella and against my skin. I’m gonna freeze to death if I give him this umbrella back.
“You could’ve tried asking,” he said calmly, placing a hand to his forehead to keep the rain from falling into his eyes.
I stared at him for a little while, and he didn’t ask for the umbrella back. He didn’t even attempt to take it from me. I probably would have deserved it if he did.
“I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
He looked at me, visibly puzzled, a wry smile forming upon his lips. Then he put his cold, wet hands on mine and slowly pulled me and the umbrella over to him.
Oh--my--frickin--god… I’m gonna die… I looked up at him, shivering and remorseful. If he wasn’t so serious about his umbrella, I might have thought this situation was kind of hot… Who the hell was
I kidding… It was hot. But realizing such didn‘t make me less scared.
“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just a stupid umbrella.”
True… It’s just a stupid umbrella,” he said looking down at me, “but why did you take it and run off if it was so stupid?”
His grip around my hands tightened a little, and I began to feel a little threatened. But damn it, I wasn’t backing down for anyone. I’m Jennifer, damn it.
“If you wanna be such a jerk about it, here,” I said shoving the umbrella over his head, “take the damn thing.”
I yanked away my hands and stormed down the street. I should really try to think things through more often. Damn it’s cold…
“Jen, wait,” he said running up behind me and catching me by the arm.
“If I wait any longer, I’m gonna catch the flu… please. Just leave me alone and let me go home.”
“You can use the umbrella if you want. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Then, damn it! Why would you chase me down like I’m some kind of dog and chastise me for taking the damn thing if it wasn’t such a big deal? Make up your mind!”
“Taking the umbrella wasn’t a big deal. The thing is that… I--kinda wanted you to ask me for it so that I could walk you home under it…”
Ah, damn it… I stood in the rain--for what seemed like forever--trying to comprehend what he had just said. I forgot that I was killing Megan’s dress--she was so gonna kill me later by the way--and
I forgot that I was getting every inch of my body soaking wet… If I didn’t get home soon, I was gonna be sick for sure.
But none of that seemed to matter--not at the moment… The hot guy wanted to walk me home even though I tried to steal his umbrella… Score-one for me?
“Um, yea sure,“ I muttered, “but… There’s no need for the umbrella now, is it,” I said, lifting up my arms and hopelessly dropping them back at my sides.
Jesse held the umbrella over me and smiled. There was only a block or two left until I made it home, and the walk was--pleasant… After talking to Jesse more civilly, he didn’t seem like such a
smart ass after all.
He walked with me onto the porch and paused for a minute--like he was gonna ask for a kiss… or a hug… or something. I was ready--ready to comply with whatever it was… All he had to do was ask.
“See you later?” he said instead.
“Yea, sure,” I replied, a shy smile breaking through my tough facade.
Then he turned around and walked down the steps. I watched him disappear down the street until the misty blue rain swallowed his fading frame.
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