Grace didn’t get a lot of things about Jack, and one of those things was why she insisted on saying that she was wrong. Sure, Grace didn’t like the feeling of discomfort that had come with her pointing out that she didn’t need to assume things, but she didn’t feel like Jack had been in the wrong for doing it. If anything, it was the exact same move that she would have made had she been in the same position. But she was on the receiving end, instead. She shrugged, trying to let it slide since it wasn’t an argument worth pursuing, “If you want to apologize, fine. Apology accepted. But that doesn’t make it where I was in the right for making assumptions,” she put, knowing there was a possibility that still pushing the issue would just annoy Jack, but holding back her thoughts had never been her forte. “And, as for talking about yourself, I asked you about you. So,” she started, but only finished the thoughts with a shrug.
Grace listened as Jack started talking about liking her and she didn’t know what to do, and she internally chided herself for asking the inevitable ‘why,’ because now it felt like she had been fishing for compliments rather than being genuinely confused as to what made her likable. She looked down at the table, not used to hearing a string of compliments directed towards her. She had never gotten anymore than being called smart, or someone telling her she had cool hair or piercings. But never multiple things at once and it made Grace feel like there was a spotlight on her and she didn’t know what to do with that feeling, but she had to admit, though somewhat awkward, it did feel good.
When Jack got to the end, Grace lifted her head to look at the girl once more, allowing herself more than just a glance. “What?” she asked before shaking the confusion off, “No, I mean I do-” she felt flustered, a feeling that wasn’t nearly as nice as the previous one. She brought her hand to her face and massaged her temples for a quick second, trying to regather her train of thought and to power through the odd feeling coursing through her. “I do like you, Jack,” she told her. “You’re cool and different, and you’re not afraid to call me out on my shit, which takes a lot of guts,” she started, “So yeah, we can people watch if that’s what you want to do, but figuring this out might be more fun- Or more interesting, at least.” she told her, doing everything she could to keep her nerves in check and a blush from her face, but it was easier said than done. But she did like Jack. A lot. And she was curious as to where it could go, if anywhere.
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