Setting Ourselves Up

Notes and milkshakes

                               Jade

As we walk out the school, me panicking and James trying to reassure me that we we won't get in trouble i realised that i would never do something like this with anyone else. I wouldn't be so reckless and just walk out like that. But something about the challenging look on James's face that says "you wouldn't dare to do it" - makes me want to prove him wrong and do whatever.

And now here i am, walking towards a small coffe shop close to our school, with James's arm still strapped around my shoulders.

I protested that he moved his hand but he just pretended like he didn't hear me and pointed out at small bookshops to completely distract me from our conversation. And as much as i hate to say it, it worked. What can i say? As soon as i spot a bookstore im out of this world.

Now, we're walking in to our classmates favourite place to "hang out" as they say, but it's really more of a place for guys to try and flirt with every single worker here. Sometimes they literally beg the girls to walk with them so they look like they're not desperate for the hot waitresses.
And i hate to admit, but it's kinda cute. The way they get so red when the waitress approaches their table is always funny.

"Great, now i have to stand here awkwardly while you flirt with the waitress" - i roll my eyes as we walk into the small coffee shop.

"Jealous already?" - James releases his arm from my shoulder and i can't lie but admit that i feel a wave of coldness when he let go of me. It's not about him specially, obviously, it's just that im always anxious walking in anywhere that isn't my home and having someone close to help you is... Nice. Even if that so said person is the person you hate the most.

"Ugh, please" - i laugh.
"I think you're getting me mixed up with all the other girls at our school" - now that i said it, that sounds kinda mean. I actually like almost every girl in my class. They're all pretty friendly and nice. Except for Heather. She's had it out to get me ever since third grade and i still don't know why but i can't walk anywhere without her glare following me everywhere i go.

"Wait, that was mean, i don't mean that" - i point a finger at his face, as in to warn him to never tell anyone.

"Relax cherry, i know you don't mean it, you're to nice to even think something like that" - he smiles.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"God, so defensive" - he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle.

"It just means that you're a pure soul dearest Jade" - he flatters his eyelashes and puts a hand in his heart in mockery.

"Pure how?" - i find myself asking again.

"Like... - he stops mid sentence like he's trying to remember something then says :
" remember third grade? "

" No i don't remember a part of my childhood "-i roll my eyes.

" Just let me finish my sentence "

" Fine, sorry"

"Thank you!"

"What i meant was, remember our school science festival?"

"Yup" - i answer. I remember that day all to well.  It was the day that my stupid brain decided that i had a crush on James Henderson. I don't even know what it was that made me like him, but i think it was the way he helped our friend Michael when his solar system broke apart that day, and then ran out to the store to buy glue, even though he was in line to present his project next. He simply told our principal he was leaving and ran out.