12 Dee Driving Drama pt 3

SUNDAY. 3:17 PM.

He puts his headphones on and stare up at the ceiling, placing his head on the headrest. What the… Did he know I was going to do that? What is he? Psychic? But the funniest thing is that, he expected it and prepared for it but he had been surprised when I actually did it. Similar to what I felt earlier. I guess every human feels that same way. I continue to stare at him.

But hell, I don't feel bad for what I did.

"You still owe me 600 dollars. Those birthday presents cost me a lot since you destroyed them when I promised I was going to return them to my mum's store safely without any problems." I say but he still keeps staring at the ceiling with his headphones on. I huff, fold my arms and turn away from him. "You're not even listening to me, why do I bother."

From the corner of my eye, I watch him take them off and turn to me. "I am listening to you." He gestures to his headphones. "I had nothing playing because I wanted to talk to you."

My heart drops. How sad, my new found enemy says the things I want to hear from Adrian.

That thought makes my eyes wander once more to Adrian and Madison. I can't quite hear what they're talking about because every single person is talking on the bus and the sound of the roads mixes with it.

"Oh God."

I snap my attention back to the green-eyed guy seated beside me to see him stand up and leave.

He finally leaves, I guess he got tired of me. Most people leave because I'm either too extreme or too wild for them. I guess he sees it too.

Suddenly he walks back and takes the same seat beside me.

"Oh you're back?" I ask with surprise.

He looks at me, then frowns. "What do you mean? I never left." His green eyes show some kind of emotion and I quickly detach my gaze, feeling hot.

I turn back to stare at Adrian, that smile never once left his face since he had started talking to Madison, I wonder—

Suddenly a bag blocks my view of Adrian. And I snap out of my daze to see that the freak ass Friday dude has arranged a couple of bags by his side, creating a tall mountain with a width enough to go from our seat to the one in front of us and also tall enough to block my view of Adrian.

"What the hell?" I ask him.

He smiles at me and pats the top of the bag. "To keep you from staring at him."

My mouth hangs open.

It feels like an hour passes as I continue to stare at him in shock. Wait, he knows? But how? Do I make it so obvious?

I quickly detach my eyes from him and clear my throat as I swallow hard, ''So you know?''

''Know what?"

I turn my head to see him giving an innocent look with his eyes and I scoff. ''You know what I'm talking about."

He shakes his head like an innocent kid.

''Quit that. You know about Adrian.''

''What about that Scumbag?"

I throw my head back as I groan, ''Again with that name?" I complain, then turn my head which is on the headrest to him. "He has a name, you know?"

He scoffs with a small smile playing on his lips as he turns his face away from me to stare straight ahead. ''It's funny how you care about that when you don't even know the name of the guy who's been talking with you for 5 minutes straight."

Oh.

I raise my head from the headrest and fold my arms. It is true, I still don't know his name. But I don't want to, I don't care about anything he does, so why do I need to know him?

"I don't want to know." I state, also staring straight ahead.

"I'll say it anyways."

I sigh about to complain that he does whatever he wants but he beats me to it.

"Jake." He says in a calm voice and I close my mouth up. He turns his head to me, "My name's Jake."

He continues to stare straight in my eyes which makes me feel very uncomfortably and the seats' arrangements in the bus doesn't help in anyway, considering how close our seats are.

I clear my throat to break the silence and that makes him break eye contact with me. "So that's the Freak ass Friday green-eyed dude's name."

He frowns, "That's what you call me?"

I shrug, "So?"

He scoffs then turns his head away from me. My gaze moves back to where is supposed to be Adrian's seat but instead, I see the mountain of bags. I look back at Jake to find him seated upright in his seat, fingers intertwined in front of him, legs stretched forward and eyes looking straight ahead.

"Do you know Adrian?"

It takes a second before he turns to me and he just stares at me blankly like I had asked the most stupidest question ever.

"What?" I ask out of irritation.

"Are you seriously asking that?"

"I'll take that as a yes. You do know him. I mean who wouldn't? He's so popular."

He turns his head back to stare ahead. "Can we not talk about that?" He asks in a hard tone. "There are a lot of other things we can talk about."

I frown at him. He's acting weird. All of a sudden he's acting all irritated or... mad? I blink as a thought comes into mind; what happened to the once smiley green-eyed dude? For some reason, I feel like I had done something wrong or said something wrong. It all started when he talked about his name. Or maybe because I brought Adrian up. Did something happen between them?

I nudge his arm playfully and chuckle, "Come on," I'm stuck with him in this seat for a whole 5 hours, if he's going to be like this the whole time, I might as well die out of boredom. "What do you mean? There's absolutely nothing else better to talk about asides Adrian. I mean who wouldn't want to talk about him? He's everything one can talk about, it's Adrian in the morning and in the afternoon and also in the—" I cut myself off when I notice his fists clenches.

I lift my head up to see him staring hard at me, jaw clenched and body gone rigid. His pale skin has gotten a little red– the tip of his ears and some parts of his neck. I choke a little as the sight's a little scary. "Sorry. I was trying to cheer you up, I thought that'd be funny."

He doesn't say anything, detaches his gaze from me and plugs back his headphones, sinking down in his seat as he closes his eyes.

I mentally scold myself, "Sorry. I was trying to work reverse psychology into a joke—" I'm cut off.

"One day, Kinsley. I hope that you'd see that there's more to this world than your little crush." He looks straight at me then closes his eyes back up.

What's that supposed to mean?

"You know what?" He opens his eyes back up, sits up and pushes the mountain of bags down, bringing Adrian and Madison back into my view which causes my heart to ache. The bags make a loud noise as they tumble down. People around turn their heads to give us weird, surprised and confused looks. But Adrian and Madison don't, they're too caught up with each other to notice anyone else.

"You can stare at him all you want." I turn my head to Jake as he readjusts his headphones, closes his eyes back up. "I don't care anymore."

I sigh and turn to look out the window. I can't stare at him, staring at them will only make me hurt the more. Even though I hate to admit it, I was actually glad when he put those bags up, but now they're down. I still won't stare at Adrian. It only makes me feel sad, I can not and will definitely not feel so small anymore but somehow I still feel small even if I'm not staring at Adrian with Madison. Maybe it's because… it looks like Jake won't speak to me, but that's stupid. I mean, I just met him, I don't know him so why would I care?

This is going to be one hell of a 5 hour drive.

I sigh, placing my head on the head rest as I think about what's waiting for me at camp. I'm so earnestly praying that it's all just smiles and laughter during camp, but something tells me camp is going to be awful.

I hope I'll have no regrets.

Soon, I fall asleep.