@ofimaginarybeings
It’s nice seeing him around, especially when he looks the way he does right then. It’s too bad they’re in school, though. Jess wants, more than anything, to sit next to him, talk to him like they do when they’re alone in the dark of his room, press her lips to every favorite spot of his skin just so she can breathe in his scent, feel his warmth. She’s getting ahead of herself, she knows. So, she tries her hardest to shake off these thoughts that have been lingering for hours, since she got to school -- or since he texted her this morning asking if she still had his hoodie from last night. She told him she did, but he’d have to come back to her place tonight if he wanted it. She didn’t tell him that she was tempted to sleep in it if it meant being close to him throughout the night.
That’s something Dorothy wouldn’t allow. She had a strict no boys rule that Jess managed to sneak around. Matt was good at it, too, getting into the house without any trouble because Dorothy was usually locked up in her room probably drugged up or drunk. That explains why Trish was hardly home and how she managed to do it. They had a deal of sorts. As long as Trish doesn’t tell about Matt then Jess won’t tell on Trish.
But, at school, there was some freedom -- except in her thoughts, apparently. Those needed to be reined in. It’s his fault. That’s it. It’s his fault for looking so damn good. Obviously, she’s got to make some kind of trouble with him for it. Jess quickly scrawls something on a piece of paper then tears it from the notebook, which draws attention from the teacher who merely glances at her from where she sits in the back of the classroom. She mouths an unapologetic sorry then folds it into an uneven triangle and, when the teacher returns to the whiteboard with her marker, Jess flings the folded paper in Matt’s direction hitting the back of his arm until it falls to the ground. She hopes he notices and picks it up before the teacher does because on the paper in messy writing is a message written just for him: behind the bleachers after school or else.
