“You should. He sounds like an a**hole. I hope you’re going to dump him.” He leans against the front of the building.
I nod seriously.
“I plan to.” And then we both smile at the same time and burst out laughing.
“I think we did pretty good, don’t you?” I say.
“I’d give us an Oscar. Meryl who?”
“Never heard of her,” I say. “But really, we shouldn’t diss Meryl. She’s awesome.”
He agrees quickly, changing his tune. “I feel like it could send us to hell. I take it back Meryl!” he calls to the heavens. That gets me laughing again, and I only stop when Jett kisses me. Most of our kisses lately have been sweet, tame, timid. This, however, is not.
Jett takes control of my mouth, his lips and tongue demanding more of me, all of me. Oh, well, this is new. And it’s over as soon as it starts. He pulls back as if he’s shocked about what he’s done. I’m . . . I don’t know what I am at the moment.
“I should get to class,” he says, and then he’s gone and I’m left with burning lips and his taste in my mouth and a hell of a lot of confusion.
Was that make up kissing? Could that be a thing?
I really need to fight with him more often.
I’m heading back to the parking lot to get my car when someone snags my arm. My first thought is that I should have listened during orientation when they talked about pepper spray and rape whistles.
And then a voice says, “Hey, blondie. Let’s have a little chat,” and I come face to face with Javier.
“Losing circulation,” I say, because I’m pretty sure he’s making my arm into a new shape with his grip. He looks down at his hand and releases my arm, but nods for me to follow him. I roll my eyes but follow him around the side of the building where there aren’t so many people.
“Can I help you with something?” I say as he stops walking and faces me again. He pulls a cigarette and a lighter out of his pocket and lights up. I didn’t know he smoked. I’ve never seen him do it before.
“I’ve tried to quit, but it won’t stick. Anyway, I just wanted to talk to you about Jett.” I cross my arms. I really don’t know where this is going.
“What about him?” It’s not really his business, but maybe it’s a best friend thing. Hazel would probably do the same thing. In fact, I know she would.
“I just thought we should have a talk, since you two are getting pretty serious now. Jett is . . . look, he’s been my best friend for years, and I’m always looking out for him. He might not be my biological brother, but he’s my brother. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that.”
“Is this some sort of weird threat?”
“No, no. Not a threat. Just letting you know that I’m looking out for him, and if something happens, I’m taking his side. And just . . . be careful with him. He’s been through a lot and I would hate to see him get hurt.”
Now that last part sounds a bit like a threat.
“It’s not my intention to hurt him.” Oh, this is going to be bad. I’m definitely scared of Javier. He could crush my skull with two of his muscular fingers. This is probably why Jett wants to play it that it’s his fault that we break up. I’m not going to argue with him on that.
“I can see that you mean that. Honestly, I’m glad he found someone like you, Shannon. You seem like a nice girl, and he’s been really happy.” He stubs out his cigarette in the bucket and then grabs some gum from his pocket.
“Just don’t screw it up,” he says around his gum before patting me on the shoulder and walking away.
I slump against the building. This is a f**king disaster.
I stress out the entire time I’m at work that afternoon, and I don’t have Amelia to talk to about it. But when I leave, someone is waiting by my car, leaning on their car. Or what he refers to as a car. I think the jury is still out on it.
“What are you doing here?” I say. I haven’t seen him since we “fought” and “made up” earlier. I also haven’t told him about the conversation I had with Javier. I’m not sure if I should tell him. I’ve been going back and forth about it. I mean, Javier didn’t tell me not to tell him, but it did seem like a thing that he might not want Jett to know.
Ugh. Dilemma.
“I thought I would take my Fake Girlfriend out for a real dinner. Come on,” he opens the door for me. He seems serious, which kind of scares me.
“Wow, Batman t-shirt and taking me out to dinner. What did I do to deserve this?”
He shrugs. “I just felt bad about the fight. Even if it was fake. I didn’t know it would feel that real.”
“I know. It’s going to be really weird when we have to do it in front of everyone and it’s real.” Or . . . whatever.
Jett turns on the radio and seems really quiet.
“Something wrong?” I say, my stomach twisting. Between the talk with Javier and Jett being weird, I sense that something is up. But I don’t know if he’s going to tell me about it.
“No, I just wanted to see you and I was hungry and figured we should go out. That’s all.” Not buying it.
“Yeah, I would believe that if you weren’t acting so weird, and because Javier came and talked to me today about you.”
Jett swerves a little, and I can tell that he didn’t know about Javier. Huh. There really was only one way to find out if he knew about it.
“What did he say?”
“He just told me that if I hurt you, he would find me, eviscerate me and feed me my own organs,” I say seriously.
“Shannon, be serious. What did he say?” Great, I just ruined everything. I should have kept my mouth shut.
“He just said that he hoped I wouldn’t hurt you, and that you’d been through some stuff and that he was looking out for you.”
“But he didn’t tell you anything specifically?” He’s freaking out. This whole thing has backfired.
“No. He was very general.” Clearly, Jett has something that he doesn’t want me to know. Or maybe a few somethings he doesn’t want me to know, but that’s nothing new. I can’t be upset that he won’t open up to me, because I’m not his girlfriend. “It’s okay, Jett. I know you have things that are personal, but don’t worry about me. If you want to tell me, you tell me, if you don’t, you don’t. I’m not going to beat it out of you, or get pissed at you. I’m not that kind of girl.”
He sighs and pulls into a pizza place.
“I’m sorry about everything.” I’m not sure what he’s sorry about. Keeping secrets? Javier? The “fight” earlier? He’s going to have to get specific.
We go in and get a table and order drinks before Jett starts talking.
“I know you don’t get along with your parents. Most people mention at least talking to theirs, but you never do.” Wait, now we’re talking about me? I’m lost, but I’ll go along with it.
“No. I don’t get along with my parents. I mean, I love them, that’s a given, but I don’t like them all that much. We have next to nothing in common. They enjoy drinking beer and watching NASCAR and gossiping and starting stupid fights with other people who are old enough to know better.
“Neither of them even graduated high school, and they used to make fun of me for doing my homework. My brother is the same, except he got into growing pot, which they weirdly encouraged. He lives in their basement, if you can believe that, and grows pot and watches a lot of Will Ferrell movies. None of them have any idea why you would want to go through more school than you have to, or even why anyone would read. I can’t deal with being around them, so I just don’t. As soon as I could get out, I did, and I only go back when I have to.”
Okay, I did not mean to tell him all that stuff, but it sort of came out. The waitress comes back and we both realize we haven’t even thought about what to order. Jett tells her we need a minute. I think he’s going to start talking, but then he asks me what I want. The suspense is killing me.
“Um, I don’t care. Whatever you want.”
“Large pizza with bacon sound okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Jett is absorbed in the menu. He’s avoiding talking about whatever it is, which must mean it’s something bad. I don’t know what my issues with my parents have to do with it, but I’m ready to find out.
The waitress comes back and he orders the pizza, and I also order a salad. I should at least eat something that is remotely healthy. When she leaves again, I fold my hands on the table and take a sip of my soda.
Jett stares at the table, closes his eyes and then looks at me.
“My parents were strict growing up. Like, really strict. The opposite of yours. Even though they came over to this country, and they love it here, they pretty much think everything American is evil. From the shows to the clothes, to everything. They even homeschooled me and my sister to try and prevent us from getting ‘influenced.’ I understood that they were trying to teach us traditional values, but they just went about it in a completely wrong and controlling way. I used to have nightmares that if I watched an American movie my brain would rot and turn to liquid and come out my ears.” He shudders and I really don’t know what to say. This is completely different than I thought, and now I have to process it.
“So that was how I lived for most of my life, but then I turned sixteen and got my driver’s license. I was still homeschooled, but I was allowed to take the car out and get groceries, and do other errands. They would time me, they knew where I was going and how long it should take, so there was no way I could really get out. But I’d started thinking that I didn’t want to live that way anymore. They called it “teenage rebellion” and “acting out” and “dishonoring my family” but all I wanted was to go to the movies and do things that everyone else did. I love my culture, but I don’t see why I couldn’t be Japanese and be American, too. Anyway, fast forward and I was sitting at my window long after my parents had told me to go to bed and there was a party up the street. The kid’s parents had gone out of town, so he was taking advantage of it. I was sitting there, hearing the music I wasn’t allowed to listen to, and the people laughing and having a good time, and then I snuck downstairs and went right out the front door. That was the night I met Javi. He was the one throwing the party.”
Yeah, I could believe that.
“And fast forward to more rebellion, listening to Something Corporate and other banned music, seeing forbidden movies, and things got bad. I screwed up, a lot. Nothing illegal, or at least nothing I got caught for and I blew of school. That’s one of the reasons I put up with him. He was always there to bail me out, and when my parents found out about everything I’d done, they threw me out. They said that I was a bad influence on my sister, and a disgrace to the family name. So I moved in with Javi.”
Holy. Crap. My parents had said some awful things to me, but I couldn’t imagine a parent saying that to their child. And to Jett, no less.