This Is Where I Want To Be

16. Getting To Know You

Juliet

The day went by... I had such a good time with Louis. He was light-hearted and fun and made everything a joke. He touched me whenever the opportunity gave him an excuse. It felt great to have someone who wanted me. A person in my life who wanted to spend time with me. Who wasn't going to turn out to be an idiot like Jerry. I took my mom's advice and stopped asking Louis any serious questions. The things that bothered me stayed in the back of my mind. I had to stop myself from unloading on him, trying to stay in the moment.

We were taking a break sitting in the lounge. I was on the sofa, and he sat on the carpet, resting against the couch. He was in a serious attitude, playing with something in his hands, "Can I ask you a question?" He finally said. I pulled my feet in underneath me. Louis regarded my habit, "Can you answer me honestly?"

"Why would you say that?"

He shrugged, "Who was that guy last night?"

"You know him... he's a teacher at the school."

He turned to me... "Don't use my tactics... Just answer the question."

"You have to promise not to tell my parents. Ever! Not one word. If you ever do. I'll probably never forgive you."

His eyes carried a mixture of emotions, seeming to take in the seriousness of my words. "He means a lot to you?" Louis's voice was strained.

I pouted my lips and shook my head. Louis's eyebrows raised slightly. "Chris is a fantasy... one that somehow realized. I can't explain it. I've had a crush on him for the longest time. I don't know why, but I'm attracted to him."

"Is he the one?"

Animated, my eyebrows crinkled at the corners, intrigued to know his thoughts on the subject. Surprised that he would ask that, "No... maybe..." I got up and paced the room, "The guy who opens up to me first will be the one. The one that loves me more... because I'm sick and tired of being the person to puts it all out there and then gets hurt."

"I think you underestimate the power of attraction... What a person would do when the one... seems to be slipping through your fingers."

"Are you talking from experience?"

"No... but I feel I'll be able to tell you soon," Louis said with a straight face, piercing me with a stare.

I stopped pacing to see if he was being serious. The only time Louis wasn't joking was when he was talking about us or me... What girl wouldn't be pulled in by all of that? I was lucky in that regard. I wasn't an ordinary girl... At that moment, I promised myself I would not fall in love with Louis Du Pont.

"My mom said there was a woman in the motel?" I said, trying to change the subject off of us.

"No! Never! She wanted to get together... Nonetheless, there weren't any feelings from my side."

"My mom said she was gorgeous."

His eyes came up to meet mine, "No... not my type," A playful grin played on his mouth.

"The bartender last night? Also, not your type?"

He slowly shook his head from side to side. I still didn't understand why I was jealous at all and turned. Louis stood to his feet and moved over to stop my pacing, "Are you jealous?"

"I was last night," I rubbed a hand over my face, thinking about how I felt. "Not that it matters," I whispered.

Louis grasped my hand in his, "It does matter... you matter, Juliet! I'm angry that you didn't ask me for help in the club. It hurt."