11.
My room was dark and cold. The window was open for the entire afternoon and the curtains were closed. It was getting dark. I laid on my bed, deep in thoughts. I was alone. Quinton, Peter and Julian went to the supermarket, I refused to go. I needed some time for myself.
I tried to arrange my thoughts in different ways, tried to bring them in some order, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. There were 3 main questions I was asking myself at this moment:
Why is she like that?
Why is she targeting me?
And who is she?
I only thought back to the incident with dread. Although, I would have never imagined Jack of all people to come and save me...
- around 6 hours earlier -
“By the way, I saw that.”
I froze on the spot. What did she just say? Maybe I didn't hear her correctly... She couldn't really mean- “s- saw what?” I asked warily instead, eyebrows knitted together.
She let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh silly you!” she said, still laughing a little bit, “don't play dumb with me.” I felt my heartbeat quicken, my blood rushing faster through my body, my fingernails digging into my palms.
She glanced at my hands, than back to me. Her expression darkened, giving her a slight maniac look because of the smile still planted on her face. “Nervous?” she asked in a ironic tone. “Hmm... maybe Jack could help you, am I right?” her smile widened and she started laughing again.
I panicked. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't speak. The only thought going through my head at the time was how to prevent her from telling everyone about what happened. About me and Jack. It wasn't for my sake, but for his. I didn't want him to be the center of bad attention, all because of what I did in a moment of stupidity.
The last thing I wanted to do to him was to hurt him. But I had no idea what I should do. I was helpless. I realized that I can't even help the person most dear to me.
“What are you guys talking about?” I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up in surprise to see Jack, who walked up from behind. He had a troubled expression, what made me worry.
Did he listen to us?
I heard Min clicking her tongue in annoyance, so I was pretty confused when she suddenly spoke in her 'normal', cheerful manner. “oh, Jack! We were just-”, Min began to explain, but was unable to finish her sentence because of a certain someone who grabbed my arm – very gently I must tell you.
My heart skipped a beat at his sudden touch and I felt myself blush.
What's wrong with me?
“Sorry Yasmin, but I'll be borrowing him for a second!” he just said with a small smile, but I saw it in his eyes that he didn't mean it. He gently pulled my away from a very confused and offended looking Min.
In my head, everything went crazy. I didn't even had the time to process the things that happened, or to organize my thoughts. I was just so happy and surprised, that Jack, of all people! Came to my rescue. I really felt safe with him.
I really loved him.
When we were out of sight, Jack suddenly stopped walking and I bumped into him by accident. “O-oh, sorry! I was just-” “hey,” he said quietly, still facing me with his back. “W- what is it?” I was wondering what he was thinking about. “What did she mean, 'I can help you'? Do you... do you need help?”
He turned around and I saw his worried expression, making my heart sting from guilt, but also beating faster. I couldn't bring myself to tell him what we were really talking about, seeing him like that. He was actually worried about me when he heard Min say that, he stopped our conversation and took me somewhere where we would be alone; to talk to me, to ask me if I'm okay.
I was really happy.
“How long were you listening?” I tried to avoid his question. “I just heard her say that maybe I can help you, but I don't know what it is... Judging from the tone of her voice, I can just imagine it being nothing pleasant,” he explained, looking deep into my eyes – my soul, trying to figure me out.
I looked away. I wasn't able to face him with his expression. I felt like a coward. “If you need help from me, tell me,” he continued, “I know that we don't talk often, but I want to know you better. I want to help you, please.”
At these words I immediately looked up at his – beautiful – face, his sad looking eyes, his soft lips; I was heartbroken. I made him look like this. I felt horrible. Despite that, my heart was pounding so wildly, I thought my chest might burst.
Why was he saying all these things with this expression? It wasn't fair. “J- Jack, I-” but I didn't find the right words to continue. I took a deep breath. “I... I want to be your friend.”
Time: 2:13pm.
Jack and I were walking to the exit.
As friends.
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