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Do you know that really handsome guy that nearly makes you drool whenever you see him? You do, oh good, then you know how awkward I feel right now, because he's currently watching me from across the room. Please don't tell me I have something on my face. I turned away and jabbed my best friend Kim in the side.
"Ouch," she said. "What was that for?"
"He's staring at me again!"
"So go talk to him."
I snored. I know, very attractive, I'm sure Jake, the drop-dead-gorgeous-hunk who was currently watching me was enthralled by my grace and sophistication.
"Yeah right," I said.
"It's obvious he likes you."
"He doesn't like me."
"He stares at you. "
"He doesn't stare, he watches."
"It's not the same thing!" I realized my voice had risen a few decibels and toned it down. "Staring is creepy, watching is… something else."
"That was convincing," Kim said with a laugh.
"Just let it go. He's been watching me for months and obviously he's not going to do anything about it."
"Okay, but he's not just watching you. He's checking up on you, finding out where you are and making sure you're okay."
I sighed impatiently. Okay, maybe it was true and Jake had been 'keeping tabs on me.' I mean, I guess that's what he had been doing. In December we had a church activity to Temple Square, and had all ridden a bus to Salt Lake, when we returned to our church building and separated to go to our cars I had looked back at the bus. Jake had just stepped off and was looking around the parking lot, as if he was trying to find someone. He looked directly at me, as I was getting in Kim's car, and then looked away and got in his own car. Weird? Yes. Watching out for me? Probably not.
Then there was the time we had been at an activity at the University we both attended. Jake had been playing pool with some friends and I was about fifty feet away watching some of my friends play. Jake looked across the room and saw me, then abruptly turned away. I had been talking to a friend when Jake had to throw away some garbage. I watched him walk the ten or so feet towards me, to where the garbage was, then duck down, so he could see past the low hanging light, to look directly at me. Again, weird? Yes. Suspicious? Incredibly. Was there a logical explanation? Of course. Did I know what it was? No.
One more, okay there are a lot more, but this is the last one I'm going to share. I was at a basketball game, Jake is obsessed about basketball, by the way. I found him sitting with his brother, sister-in-law and two young nieces. Jake took his nieces up the stairs, walking past where I was standing in the stands. He passed me and I turned around to watch him continue to walk out to the hallway, but he had actually stopped and had turned his head back to watch me. Is anyone else confused by this boy? I sure am.
I've tried to ignore him, gone out of my way to avoid him, yet there he always is. It's driving me insane. I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't make me feel good to see him 'checking up on me.' But it just doesn't make sense.
I pulled myself out of my musing and turned to see Jake was still causally watching me. He would turn his head just slightly and his eyes would dart towards me. It was kind of cute in a way, frustrating as heck, but cute. The activity finally ended and I made a resolve then and there to figure this all out. I wasn't going to keep putting myself through this week after week. There was a basketball game tomorrow night and I was determined to talk to Jake, if it was the last thing I did. Dramatic much? Yes, thanks for noticing.
I had been plotting out something to say for the past few hours, but I was at a loss. I wasn't sure if I should be direct, or hint at things. I wasn't sure if I should admit that I had also been watching him, or only accuse him of watching me, I mean, wouldn't that mean I had been watching him if I knew he was watching me? Did I lose anyone there? No? Good. Yes? Well, go back and read it again, I mean really people.
The basketball game started and I found every one of Jake's friends, but I was beginning to believe Jake knew what was in store for him and had made a wise decision to stay away. And yes, I also believe in conspiracy and that the government really is out to get us. I should probably stop watching The X-Files and Alias, conspiracy theories are tiring.
Two minutes before halftime I saw him walk down the stairs and sit next to his friends. I literally started shaking. Who was I kidding, I was anti-confrontational. I didn't like sharing feelings with people. I didn't even like talking to people, yet here I was ready to confront the hottest man I had ever seen in my life. Breathe, woman!
"Hey," Kim elbowed me. "He's here."
"I know." I felt like I was going to be sick. My stomach was filled with butterflies and just the idea of going to talk to Jake made me want to pass out, or maybe throw up. It wasn't a pleasant idea, whatever it was.
The buzzer to signal half time sounded and I nearly had a heart attack. Kim only laughed at me and shoved me towards the aisle. I glared at her, but my feet started walking towards Jake. There was an empty chair to his right and I was somehow sitting in it. My first impulse was to run and never look back, but Jake looked over at me.
He looked slightly shocked to see me. That wasn't good. Wasn't he supposed to be overjoyed that I had chosen to grace him with my presence? Wow, I'm just the most humble person in the world, aren't I?
"Hi," I said. I sounded like I was five. I cleared my throat. One of Jake's friends laughed. I pummeled his face in, okay, maybe I imagined that. Didn't these guys realize how hard this was for me?
"Hey Jessica," Jake said.
"I need to talk to you." Whoa! Where did that assertive, bold girl come from? Apparently Jake was surprised too. His eyes were a little wider and his eyebrows were raised slightly. He nodded and stood. I finally came to my senses and stood as well.
I was all too aware of the fact that Jake was right behind me as I climbed the stairs. I walked into the hallway, which was really wasn't any less noisy than being inside the actual stadium and turned to face Jake.
"What's up?" he asked. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me.
I had no idea what to say to him. "Umm…"
Jake leaned against the wall, looking bored. What had I gotten myself into? He was going to laugh right in my face if I admitted that I liked him.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" I blurted out. Once again Jake looked shocked. "I mean, there are really only two reasons why you stare at people. You're either insane and have a staring problem, or you're interested in them and you want to know what they're doing, who they're talking to, if they're okay."
I felt my face turn red. I was so stupid. Who seriously says stuff like that?
"You think I stare at you?" Jake asked. His voice was casual, skeptical in a way.
"Never mind." I spun away from him and headed to the doors that would lead me outside. I needed to get very far away from this situation. My life was officially over. Jake was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of freak who blurted out the most ridiculous things and accused boys of staring at her.
Jake grabbed my arm. I almost screamed. I mean, who does he think he is grabbing my arm? "Hey, I asked you a question."
I turned back. "I asked you one too." There was that bold girl again. She should really keep her mouth shut.
He gave me a lazy grin. I felt like a complete idiot.
"Look," I said. I tried to pull my arm away. "I'm sorry about that. It's just annoying and I'd like to know why."
Oh my gosh, could I make this any worse? I looked down at the floor and gave up trying to free my arm. He was going to torment me now. Make me sorry I had ever cornered him like this, Not that I had actually cornered him, we were in a round building, so there were no corners, I mean, not technically, I'm sure if I looked hard enough I could find something that at least resembled a corner. FOCUS!
I looked up at Jake. His eyes were unreadable, but he looked like he wanted to laugh. At this point I was hoping the floor would open into a large pit and I could fall into it and never see the light of day again. Okay that could have been a little too extreme. And, I've lost my focus again, curse that Jake, who was quite obviously staring at me at this point.
"See," I said. "You do stare at me." I slapped my hand over my mouth. Note to self, stop talking you stupid idiot!
"Maybe I do stare," Jake said. "But for good reason."
"What?" I asked.
"You're a cute girl."
"Cute?" I asked. As in little kittens, puppies, and bunnies cute? Well, that's nice. Thanks you jerk.
Jake grinned. Had I said that out loud? Okay, I'm officially paranoid. Someone call the loony bin, you've got an escapee here. Wait, I haven't been admitted yet, can I be an escapee? Jake laughed. Don't tell me I said that out loud too!
"What are you thinking about?" he asked. "You face has gone through a million expressions in just a few seconds."
Oh good, I hadn't said anything out loud yet. There was still hope for me.
"Nothing," I said to answer his question. "So, what's your deal?"
Ooh, bossy Jessica was back. I was actually starting to like her. She was kind of sassy, and daring, and bold. Yay for being bold.
Jake's mouth curled into a very sexy smirk. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to slap him or kiss him senseless at this point. I just knew I didn't like that smirk and I needed to get rid of it. It was dangerous.
"Let's just say you're difficult to figure out," Jake said.
"I'm difficult?" Was he kidding? I wasn't the one with the staring problem. Okay, maybe I was, just a little, I mean, who wouldn't stare at that.
Jake laughed. "Let's just settle this once and for all."
"What do you mean by that?"
Jake's hand slipped behind my neck and he pulled me forward. His lips brushed against mine and I was completely taken aback. I was so surprised I actually jumped away from him.
"What was that for?" I screeched. Was I bipolar? Isn't this what I wanted? Hadn't I wanted to know if he liked me or not.
"I kissed you Jess," Jake said. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well, I don't know. I only wanted to know why you keep staring."
He laughed lightly and kissed me again, a little longer this time. I was slightly more prepared, but as soon as I became comfortable with the idea he pulled away. Okay, now he was just messing with me.
"I stare because I like you, but I didn't think it was mutual. I'm still not sure if it is."
I processed that statement, blinked three times and then took Jake's face in my hands and kissed him with everything I was worth. Jake responded and his arms came tightly around my waist. He finally gently pulled away. I looked up into his eyes. I was worried he was going to laugh, or his friends were going to jump out with a video camera and post my stupidity on the internet for everyone to enjoy.
"I guess that answers my question," he said softly.
"What question?" I asked. I was embarrassed at how breathless my voice was.
"What it'd be like to kiss you." He kissed my forehead lightly. "How about I stop staring at you and start dating you?"
So, sadly this is based off of my life. Everything up to the basketball game confession has happened. Obviously I'd never be brave enough to confess to this guy, but it's been tempting at times. I'd love to hear if any of you have similar experiences and what you have done concerning the guy, or girl.
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If you have read any of my other one-shots you know that I typically have a goal when I write them. My goal for this story was to interject all those random, silly things that run through your head when you are having a conversation in real life. At points I know it's completely un-realistic and over the top, but it was kind of fun to write in this style. Tell me what you think, and remember I love to pay reviews back, as long as the review is well written and has some actual thought behind it. Thanks!