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“Brett is a good friend and
he would never lie to me about something like that.” Jett still
leaning against the railing, he still looked sexy to me even though
I wanted the railing to give-way right now.

There was a long silence. I
had nothing more to say, I was cold and just wanted to go back
inside. He stood there motionless and silent. “So Jett, what's
going on?” I asked.

“I don't know. I need some
time to think.”

“Fine take all the time you
want, but just remember, I can be trusted and I'm probably the most
trustworthy person you'll ever meet.” I said.

“You brought this on, not
Brett.” he said.

“Brett hates me and can't
stand seeing you with me. Did he tell you he asked me out before we
started dating and I turned him down? Ask him about that – oh and
by the way Jett, you're looking a little pale, it looks like you
need another transfusion. Please take care of yourself.” I said and
walked away, I was hoping he would have stopped me, but he
didn't.

Jett turned and went down
the stairs, got in his car and left. I watched him from the kitchen
window, I didn't yell anything through it but I really wanted to
call Brett names and flip him the bird. Maybe next time.

For some reason, I had a
feeling it was because Jett and I were on the outs that Storm
started hanging around Nic and I more. I was fine with it as long
as we all stayed friends, besides we were all getting
along.

That was until Storm started
sitting a little closer to me and putting his arm around me, I
tried getting him and Nic together but no, he didn't sway. One
night Storm made movie plans for the three of us, at least that's
what he told me, but of course Nic didn't show because she didn't
know about it, since it was all last minute I didn’t call her
either, I should have known. However, if Storm was all I had to
worry about lately, I welcomed it, versus Cale and the drama with
him. He’s been incognito lately, maybe it’s all blowing
over.

Almost a month had gone by
and no reconciliation with Jett; the bad thing was I couldn't get
him off my mind. Today I entered the lunch room with Nic; we got in
line, got our food and sat down by Storm, our usual routine as of
late. We were several tables away from the windows but facing them.
I heard loud laughter by the windows, when I looked up I noticed
Jett and a bunch of his friends. I couldn't look away even though I
wanted to, he caught my eye, my breath hitched in my throat. He
nodded at me then waved me over. I was taken aback but then stuck
my tongue out at him. I wanted to go over there but he's been
avoiding me for weeks and now he wants to talk in front of his
friends - forget about it. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised
looking surprised and waved me over.

I looked at Nic and she said
"Go on, if you don't go you'll wonder what it was about all day, if
not longer, and you'll bug me about it for weeks." There was a
slight pause and then she said "And be bold."

I looked at Storm, he looked
enraged “he's treated you like crap, forget him” he
stammered.

"I think I'm done melting
over him every time I see him, I can handle this." I announced
proudly and walked over to his table and I nodded at Jett. He was
sitting at the edge of the bench. I said “Scoot over.” He did a
little but I hip checked so he'd move some more. "Give me a
little room, would ya." I said.

His friend across from him
chuckled. It was silent "Sooooo whadya drag me over here for, you
gonna set me up on a date." Jett looked at me like I was crazy and
his friend laughed and said "I told ya you didn't have to ask her
permission."

“Permission for what?" I
asked.

"Oh, so you want to know who
you should date... If you plan on dating him…” I said pointing to
the guy across from us, “I don't think it's a good fit. On the
other hand, that one right over there is more your type, more
submissive." Jett nudged me, laughing.

"Stop it, I told you we were
just on a break." Jett said.

I froze and one of Jett's
friends said "What, cat got your tongue?"

I looked at Jett and said
"Really, this guy's your friend?” Then I turned back toward his
friend “did you come up with that all by yourself?" There were
hoots and hollers from the rest of the clan. I knew these guys were
all pro's at being sarcastic and I was hoping I didn't go too far -
I could have said a lot more, but so could the rest of
them.

Jett introduced me to a guy
across from us, his name was Smith, who was 6'5”. He grabbed my
hand and pulled me over to him, I went reluctantly, he put his arm
around my waist and said, "Hey baby your break is done with that
schmuck over there, you’re my kind of women."

Everyone at the table roared
with laughter. He pulled me down on his lap. I let loose with a
giggle when Cale strolled by, I stopped laughing cold and went and
sat back by Jett. "Hey honey, where you goin’? You ain't gonna let
little ole Cale intimidate you are you?” Smith gloated.

I folded my hands together,
elbows on the table and rested my hands on my right cheek, trying
to look relaxed. I don’t think it was working. Agitated, my cheeks
were blushing and warm. My cool hands felt good on them. I looked
at Jett and in a hushed voice said "How much longer are you going
to torment me like this?"

He laughed and put his hand
on my back and rubbed it. "These knuckle heads over here, want to
go on spring break.

"No," I said.

"No, what? Jett
asked.

“You didn't let me finish.
No way, I don't want to go, not with you guys."

“Oh sorry honey, that wasn't
the question,” Smith responded.

"Thank God" I
replied.

Jett continued..."The guys
want to go on spring break and I wanted to know if you would mind
if I went with them."

There was an interlude...I
regarded Smith with scrutiny and said "Good time for your line
now." I contemplated the loaded question, looked at Jett and said
"So if you're asking me if you could go on spring break with these
guys, then we must not be on a
break
.” And I put little quotes in
the air as I said the word break. “So therefore, you want
permission from me, the
girlfriend
, to go on spring
break.” I did the air quotes again when I said
girlfriend.

"Yes. Declan told me it was
the way to go.” Jett said.

I leaned over to look at
Declan and he gave me a wink. I continued slowly and said "Well, if
we are now dating and you want something, then so do
I...."

"Oh you do, do ya? What do
you want?" Jett said laughing.

"That my friend, will have
to be discussed in my private quarter’s thank you." And I got up to
walk away, Jett stopped me.

“No, you can ask me
now.”

“No” I said, “then my answer
is no,” and walked away. As I was telling Nic all about it, I
looked up and there was Jett, smiling down at me with that glimmer
in his eye.

As Jett sat down, Smith came
over and leaned on our table. He let his head sink between his
shoulders and said with a bite "Well, can he go?"

I replied "Of course he can,
I'm not his mother." He stood there a little dumbfounded at first
but didn't leave. I looked at him and said "What else could you
possibly want? Why are you still here? Are you gonna ask me for
permission so he can pick up girls too? If he does, all I'm saying
is whatever happens on spring break stays on spring break. And all
of you better practice safe sex, buy a box of condoms."

"Dude" he yelled pushing off
of the table and punching his hands in the air. "I love this girl!”
Then gazed back at me. "Are you sure you want this guy?” Thumbing
toward Jett “…for your boyfriend, because honey, I will treat you
like gold."

I replied "No you wouldn't,
you're a man whore."

He contemplated and then
humorously said "Yeah you're right, but I still love ya!" He palmed
my head messing up my hair and finally left.

I looked at Jett and took a
bite of my sandwich. "So you’re really gonna let me go." He
asked.

I looked at him incredulous
and said "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Some of the guy’s
girlfriends are giving them a hard time," he
started. 

"Well, what comes around
goes around, right? You would let me go, right?" 

"Hell no, at least not
without me! Spring break is all about drinking with the guys. Plus,
girls don't fare well at these things." 

"They must fare fine,
otherwise no girls would ever go and spring break would be a bunch
of guys on vacation and what fun would that be?"

"I guess you’re right. So,
you're saying I can go and flirt and if anything else happened you
would be fine with it."

"No, I didn't quite say
that. You're really going to act like we haven't spoken for the
past month?” I asked.

“No.”

“So, are you still mad at me
for the Skyway thing?

“No, I'm not.”

“Well that was three words,
more than your last statement.” Nic got up quietly and left. “Do
you trust me? Because if you don't, that means I can't trust you,
people with trust issues are usually the ones telling the lies. And
I know this for a fact because 'I know' I'm not lying about a
darned thing.”

He looked me in the eye and
put his hand on mine. “I actually really do trust you, implicitly.
You were right about Brett, Rae pointed that out, and you were
right about my blood being low too. By the time I got home that
night, I had dark circles under my eyes and I was craving a rare
burger – a tell tale signs of getting sick again. So I went to a
free clinic the next day and while I was there, I met another
doctor who is studying people with my unknown illness. We drove to
her office and she took some blood and she gave me a transfusion.
She said she can help me and that I actually need a transfusion
every 30 days or so to keep me healthy.”

“Wow, that's great! Someone
who knows what's going on.” I picked up my tray and dumped the
contents in the garbage and returned it, Jett followed and grabbed
my hand.

”So we are officially dating
again.
I'm taking you out this weekend! And, just to
re-iterate, you said
it's okay that I go on spring
break and that I should have fun, I can do whatever.” He said
pretty happily and kissed my hand.

“That's not what I said.
First, I said I wanted something in return. Second I said you can
have fun and I hope you don't go out there looking for anyone or
anything... you know with another girl, but whatever happens out
there, I don't want to know about it especially if it pertains to a
girl and you. And the very worst scenario, if something does
happen, I hope you are smart enough to use protection even if the
girl tells you she's on birth control or clean. You need to protect
yourself against diseases. You may not get another chance to go on
spring break, so go and have fun."

"Really, that's it? Have fun
and use protection."

"I mean, yeah, we're in high
school" I like watching him and his reactions when we’re talking "I
really hope you don't meet any…" He interrupted me with a
kiss.

"I'm not going for the
girls. The guys need enough of us to go to cover hotel costs and
gas. Plus, I think it’ll be good for me to get out of town and blow
off steam, it should be fun."

"Well then” I said with a
great big grin “I want you to buy me a t-shirt.” I said.

“Any shirt I choose?" Jett
said with a devious look on his face.

"Sure as long as you wear it
and I actually want you to wear it a lot and after you've worn it a
while then I'll steal it from you." He looked at me strangely but
agreed. I always thought it would be cool to wear my boyfriend’s
shirt, so here's my chance. Plus, it’ll be from Florida. He got up
to walk away and I said "Hey! That's it?” He turned to me and
smiled "I'll give you a ride home tonight and we'll talk more
then
." He started to walk off then turned
“You could ask me for one of my shirts, I have no problem with
that.” I smiled.

On our ride home I turned to
him and asked “Along with needing blood transfusions are there
other treatments for you and what other symptoms are you
having?”

“Excuse me?” he
retorted.

I re-asked the question I
really wanted an answer to. “What other peculiar symptoms are you
having? Like, that night in my basement, plus, I noticed you seem
to be even better at wrestling; quicker, stronger. If you're sick
why wouldn’t you be weak and fatigued?”

He took my hand and was
hesitant but then asked... “Can we talk about this later? I am sick
to death of my illness right now.”

“Sure.” I said and didn't
ask him anything else about it.

I woke up at 3:17a.m., got my pad of paper
out and started writing. I had a very strange dream. It was about
the Incredible Hulk slamming his hands into the dirt digging a
hole, no shovel or anything, just his hands. He was mad, just
digging. I can't imagine this one will come true, why would I dream
about this? I really thought that maybe I had been watching too
much TV, but wrote it down anyway.