Ugh. Mondays.
On the upside, I now had a boyfriend.
Jake… I let myself be momentarily distracted by the utter bliss of his name before reproving myself for over-obsessitivity (if that’s even a word?).
I turned to contemplating the strange turn of events involving a certain jock and emo I knew… Jesse and Ceirra… If I hadn’t seen them kissing, I probably never could have pictured it. I mean, holding hands, maybe, but making out? Weird. I shuddered slightly at the memory. Honestly, they were plastered to each other.
I wondered what that was like and if Jake… I frowned to myself. It was a little premature to be thinking about that kind of kissing. For me, anyway. I’d only had a few boyfriends in the past and none of them really made it far. Yeah, I’d been kissed a few times, but nothing major. I liked to think it was because I was saving it for someone special. (Although, if I was being honest with myself, I knew it was because I’d loved Jake all along). I saw him then, and smiled.