#11 Surprise

The next day, I met Jacob at the American-style diner in town.

“So what are you going to do?” I said quietly, longing for the moment that our milkshakes would smack onto the table, and I would have an excuse not to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

I looked him in the eyes. “Well,” I faltered. “What are we – I guess – going to tell Heather?”

“Nothing,” he said, his eyes fixed on a reddish mark on the table. “We can’t tell her anything. What we did was nothing to do with her, it was just our …” I could see him searching his mind for the reason.

“It’s because she’s waiting to have sex for the first time and you’re a guy .” I said, disgusted. “And I’m a whore who is just craving for sex.”

“That’s not true,” he whispered, his eyes now looking directly into mine. “I’ve always had … feelings … for you. Ever since that first time we met, when you went with Dane and I went with Heather. Ever since I saw you sobbing in the street.” He paused, thinking. “I think I love you.”

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