Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 22:07:59 GMT
Rumer had to admit to herself that she was gutted that Jack clearly didn’t want to go to the dance, even though she definitely should have expected it. She tried to hide it from her face, to keep her expression cool and casual, but there were some lies that even she couldn’t keep up. Her eyes looked very similar to that of a toddlers who was in trouble. Wide, alert, but ashamed. Yeah, it was stupid of her to even ask him to go, though she was more embarrassed that she had even mentioned Tina. She knew that he hated her, and the rest of her ‘friends’. But being ranted at made her realise all the more that she was an idiot. She was so glad that she had taken her hair down from it’s ragged ponytail, because it at least gave her some shelter from his gaze.
“Sorry, you’re right. It was stupid of me to even ask. Forget I mentioned it.” She looked down at her hands, which were now picking at the skin at the side of her fingers, enough that she had pulled the wick and made her thumb bleed. Without thinking, she stuck her thumb in her mouth, trying to soothe the instant sting she felt. “Honestly, it’s fine. We don’t have to go to the dance. We could chill and watch a movie or something instead.” Though she would have loved to go to the dance with Jack, she didn’t want to press him further on the subject. She hated people being mad at her, or at least feeling like people were mad at her. She was pissed that she’d been stupid enough to even ask the question in the first place. “But we totally should set the fire alarm off. Sneak in like Batman and Robin or some shit.” She looked back over at him, his expression softer now. It helped settle the nerves that were in her tummy, for sure.
The car was silent for a while, but that didn’t bother her. She was just enjoying this time with Jack and the music. She was paying particular attention to the way his hair was moving with the breeze – all she wanted to do was run her fingers through it, and make out to some depressing song on the playlist. She wasn’t even sure if he liked her playlist, but he didn’t talk any shit about it, which he usually did when he didn’t like something. Her hair was blowing from the wind, her skin prickled with goosebumps, but she didn’t feel cold. If anything, she felt overly warm. She was sure that her cheeks would be flushed pink, but she wasn’t about to start checking herself out in the mirrors right now. Not when she had Jack’s hair to watch. No, no. His driving. Definitely his driving.
She wanted to know where they were going, but he wasn’t about to give her any clues. “I’ll remind you of this when you wanna know something, Jacky Boy.” In response to his comment about her shoes, she knocked them together on the dashboard, like a tiny, feet version of a Newton’s Cradle. She was only stopped by the car nudging the kerb, her seatbelt poking into her collarbone a little tighter. “That’s alright, it was only the kerb. Lesson learnt, don’t take corners so sharp.” She tone was similar to that of a ‘mom voice’, so she poked her tongue out to show that she was only playing. Her own driving could definitely be better, so she wasn’t one to judge him.
She felt the familiar sensation of the car coming to a stop, and she looked out at her surroundings. She had absolutely no fucking clue where they were, even though she had lived in Salem her whole life. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She took the keys from him, hooking them over her finger, considering she had no pockets. Rumer let him begin to lead the way, noticing how many nettles and weeds were along the trail they were following. The snap of branches and the crunch of leaves became a familiar sound underneath their feet. She playfully jumped onto his back, ruffling his hair. “My car was the transport before, now your back is my car. I don’t want nettled thighs.” She knew that he'd have no issues with holding her whatsoever - she was only a dainty little thing. A very giggly thing, too - almost too excited at the thought of seeing someplace she’d never seen before. Or maybe it was how close she was to Jack. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands meeting each other somewhere near his chest region.
“So, are you gonna tell me where we are, yet?”
“Sorry, you’re right. It was stupid of me to even ask. Forget I mentioned it.” She looked down at her hands, which were now picking at the skin at the side of her fingers, enough that she had pulled the wick and made her thumb bleed. Without thinking, she stuck her thumb in her mouth, trying to soothe the instant sting she felt. “Honestly, it’s fine. We don’t have to go to the dance. We could chill and watch a movie or something instead.” Though she would have loved to go to the dance with Jack, she didn’t want to press him further on the subject. She hated people being mad at her, or at least feeling like people were mad at her. She was pissed that she’d been stupid enough to even ask the question in the first place. “But we totally should set the fire alarm off. Sneak in like Batman and Robin or some shit.” She looked back over at him, his expression softer now. It helped settle the nerves that were in her tummy, for sure.
The car was silent for a while, but that didn’t bother her. She was just enjoying this time with Jack and the music. She was paying particular attention to the way his hair was moving with the breeze – all she wanted to do was run her fingers through it, and make out to some depressing song on the playlist. She wasn’t even sure if he liked her playlist, but he didn’t talk any shit about it, which he usually did when he didn’t like something. Her hair was blowing from the wind, her skin prickled with goosebumps, but she didn’t feel cold. If anything, she felt overly warm. She was sure that her cheeks would be flushed pink, but she wasn’t about to start checking herself out in the mirrors right now. Not when she had Jack’s hair to watch. No, no. His driving. Definitely his driving.
She wanted to know where they were going, but he wasn’t about to give her any clues. “I’ll remind you of this when you wanna know something, Jacky Boy.” In response to his comment about her shoes, she knocked them together on the dashboard, like a tiny, feet version of a Newton’s Cradle. She was only stopped by the car nudging the kerb, her seatbelt poking into her collarbone a little tighter. “That’s alright, it was only the kerb. Lesson learnt, don’t take corners so sharp.” She tone was similar to that of a ‘mom voice’, so she poked her tongue out to show that she was only playing. Her own driving could definitely be better, so she wasn’t one to judge him.
She felt the familiar sensation of the car coming to a stop, and she looked out at her surroundings. She had absolutely no fucking clue where they were, even though she had lived in Salem her whole life. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She took the keys from him, hooking them over her finger, considering she had no pockets. Rumer let him begin to lead the way, noticing how many nettles and weeds were along the trail they were following. The snap of branches and the crunch of leaves became a familiar sound underneath their feet. She playfully jumped onto his back, ruffling his hair. “My car was the transport before, now your back is my car. I don’t want nettled thighs.” She knew that he'd have no issues with holding her whatsoever - she was only a dainty little thing. A very giggly thing, too - almost too excited at the thought of seeing someplace she’d never seen before. Or maybe it was how close she was to Jack. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands meeting each other somewhere near his chest region.
“So, are you gonna tell me where we are, yet?”