“It was decent,” Lauren said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“It was okay,” I said, smiling sweetly and looking deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. Jeremy stood around six feet tall and had a dimpled smile. He had chestnut-toned skin, an athletic build and curly hair that framed his handsome face. I reached out and took Jeremy’s hand and rubbed the back of it with the tips of my fingers.
“That tickles. What’s up with that?” Jeremy smiled at me.
“I’ll give you two a little privacy. I’m going to go get more hot chocolate.” Lauren pointed toward the concession stand before she stepped away.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Jeremy asked.
“I need to ask you something,” I said, placing the tip of my index fingernail between my teeth.
“What is this about?”
“It’s about—”
“Excuse me. Can I speak to you, Jeremy?” Bernita said, appearing from somewhere within the crowd of people surrounding us. I shot her a look that could have withered an evergreen, but Bernita looked back at me with a stone face as if she could not have cared less about the unspoken hostility I had directed at her.
“Give me a second, Anna,” he said as Bernita tugged at his arm.
“Seriously?” I looked at Jeremy, trying to not let my hurt feelings surface and form a wounded expression on my face.
“I’m sure that this will only take a second.”
Bernita rested her back against a nearby wall and pulled Jeremy close and spoke purposely in his ear, all the while keeping her eyes on me. When she finished, she stepped away from him and exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked away. Jeremy looked at her as if the words she had whispered in his ear had cast some type of spell on him. When the spell had broken, he came back to me.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I’m going to hang out with Bernita and some of her friends.”
“Jeremy, why do you think I asked you to meet me?” I asked with fire in my voice as I tried to fight off the feeling of disappointment. Jeremy froze, his face reflecting the fact that he wasn’t reading between the lines very well.
“I just thought you wanted to talk about something real quick. At least that’s the impression that I got.”
“I do but...” I paused, looked into his eyes again and became lost. We’re so perfect together is what I wanted to say, but I somehow couldn’t get the words out.
“Are you okay? Did something happen? Is Carlo bothering you?” Jeremy rested his hands on my shoulders like a concerned brother.
“No, and would you please stop bringing up Carlo?” I said, wondering how I could get him to open his eyes and see me in a more romantic way.
“Sorry. I’ll never mention him again,” Jeremy said. He then reached out and tenderly swept my hair away from my eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, sincerely wanting to fix whatever my issue was.
“I’m fine. I was hoping that we could hang out tonight,” I blurted. It was a gamble. I hoped that he would choose to hang with me and Lauren so I could execute the plan that I had worked out in my head.
“I already made plans with Bernita. I’m sorry. If I had known sooner—” I put my hand up to interrupt him. I didn’t want to hear about his plans with Bernita any more than I wanted a knife in my heart.
“I guess I’ll catch you later, then.” He was about to turn and run after her.
“Wait a minute. When did you and Bernita, you know, hook up?” I asked, feeling my disappointment snaking up my spine.
“It’s not like that, Anna. She’s just a friend, just like you are.”
“Yeah, right.” My lips formed a hard and unforgiving line because I didn’t believe him. “You’d better watch your back with her,” I warned.
“It’s not like that, Anna,” he said once again.
“You may think it’s an innocent friendship, but she has plans for you. She wants to hook up with you. I can tell.”
“Anna.” He looked at me as if I had blown the situation out of proportion.
“I’m not trying to cause you any drama. I’m just saying, as your friend—” I hated hearing myself say that when I had the desire to be more “—she is a snake and if you’re not careful she’ll bite and poison you. I’m warning you just like you tried to warn me about Carlo. Remember?”
“Bernita is harmless,” he tried to assure me.
“Do you like her as more than a friend?” I asked.
“No, Anna.” He smiled.
“What if you found out that she likes you as more than a friend? Would things become different?” I asked questions my heart did not want to know the answers to, but my mind needed to know.
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means that I don’t know.”
“Okay. If you had a choice between her and a girl that you knew was perfect for you in every way, who would you choose?” I asked.
“The girl that was perfect for me. You know that. I’ll catch you later, Anna.” He smiled before disappearing into the crowd.
I walked to the concession stand and joined up with Lauren. She was toying with her cell phone and didn’t notice me until I spoke.
“Come on. Let’s go,” I said.
“Where is Jeremy?” she asked.
“He’s not coming because he made plans to hang out with Bernita,” I said, feeling as if I had been scalded by a curling iron.
“Why does he want to be with her? From what you’ve said about her, sounds like being friends with her is like trying to hug a porcupine.” Lauren met my gaze and waited for me to provide her with a reasonable explanation.
“I don’t know. I warned him about her, though.”
“Do you think something serious is going on between them?” she asked.
“I hope not, but if there is, there’s nothing that I can do about it.” I sighed sadly.
“Did you ask if they were dating each other?”
“Of course I did, and he said that they were ‘just friends.’” I made the little quotation-marks gesture with my fingers.
“So what are you going to do?” Lauren asked.
“I don’t want to think about that anymore. I’m sort of confused right now. Let’s just go and get something to eat,” I said.
“Do we have to walk outside for a long time?” Lauren asked, shivering at the thought of staying out in the cold weather longer than necessary.
“We don’t have that far to walk. Here. Take my gloves. They’ll keep your hands warm,” I said.
“Then yours will get cold,” Lauren said, shaking her head.
“No, they won’t. I’m used to chilly weather,” I said and shoved the gloves in her hand as we moved toward an exit.
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