Jessy stared blankly at her window desperately to find an inspiration for her essay that was due tomorrow. She stared at her watch, it was almost 6 in the evening. She sighed while briefly toying with her pen and an idea struck her. She found out a perfect excuse for Ms. James, her English teacher at school, who is probably in her late twenties or early thirties. She thought it was perfect but also knew that Ms. James was very strict and could not be fooled easily. Finally she decided to go online and copy a perfect essay for the assignment. By 8 she found what she wanted and copied it hoping it would do and went to have dinner.
Jessica is a 19 years old, tall, curvy but not too much and a total babe but she is quite spoiled. But she was not trashy, well at least not what it seemed from the outside. She knew the perfect balance between classy and flirty and had most of the boys drooling over her, even some girls. But she preferred to dress casually unless she wants to impress someone or is going out. But she is a very private person, getting to know her isn't easy. On the surface she is the almost perfect girl with a few flaws. But deep down she has quite some dirty secrets hidden. One for example, she might seem classy on the outside but on the inside she is quite a freak. She has a fetish for lingerie, feet and it might seem strange but orchestral jazz turned her on like nothing else.
She lives in a well furnished apartment, by courtesy of her daddy, and has a house mate Keisha. Keisha and Jessica had been best friends for over 10 years and Keisha knew Jessica more than anyone one else but according to Jessy nobody knew her that well. Keisha is even taller than Jessy and is a little bit on the plus side but nevertheless she is beautiful To Jessica, Keisha was like the sister she never had. She loved her deeply and always was very protective of her though she never let it she show. Keisha is one of the very few people who knew that a boy broke Jessy's heart when she was 14 and she never trusted to love anyone like that ever again, that is when she curled herself up even more so she respected her privacy and almost always tried not to intrude too much because she knew that Jessy loved her and if she broke her trust she might never win it back ever.
"Keisha?" I called but she was not in the kitchen. I went to her room and knocked but no answer, now I am worried so I opened the door and anger swelled inside of me. I went in and disconnected her headphones from her ipod.
"How many times have I told you not to turn the volume up so much that you cannot hear what's happening around you?" I had my straight angry face on. She slowly turned to face me and all my anger disappeared only to be replaced by worry. I asked "What's wrong Kei?"
She finally looked at me and said, "Look, gram died" and she handed me her phone where her sister texted her that grandma just died. She knew that her grandma was sick and was going home day after tomorrow on the weekend to visit gram but now...
I'm terrible at consoling but I wanted to make her feel better in the worst way. I went and sat next to her and pulled her into me. She instantly curled herself into my lap and I am thinking at a speed of 100miles per hour what to say to her. I can't think of anything. So I thought to go in with the most common sentence, "Hey don't worry everything will be all right" but I knew that she loved her grandma and nothing could make that right now, then I ended up with saying, "Hey, she was already old and you know that she was struggling so now she is free of all those struggles, she is at peace." and instantly I thought "Fuck me! Free of all the struggles? What was I thinking?" so I tried to soften what I just said by saying, "She had a great life, she had you, you called her every day, she knew that you loved her, she knew how much you cared. Do you think that she would have wanted you to suffer? If she could stay alive just to stop your suffering she would have done that but she couldn't help it, she would have wanted you to stay strong so... I don't know... stay strong, gather yourself" I am thinking "Damn she is not saying anything, I probably said it too dramatically, urrgh" but she seemed to stop crying and sat up, it probably worked or probably she can't bear me being dramatic right now.
"I am going home tomorrow, instead of day after tomorrow. I already told dad, I hope you don't mind me taking your car tomorrow, mine is not suitable for some 6 hour drive" she almost whispered.
"Of course not" how can I mind, I just want to see you happy, "Did you cancel you tickets for day after tomorrow?" I added.
"No, I will do it later tonight."
"Lets go have some pizza and some drinks, I can't see you like this, get dressed in 5 minutes"
She looked at me as if I came from outer space and finally got up and I took my cue and left the room. I quickly put on some tees and jeans and quickly grabbed some bills, my phone and put on my boots and waited in the hallway. When she came out with her purse I warned her its my treat. She still looked glum so I said "Cheer up or people would think that I did something wrong" to this she finally smirked and I smiled.
Next morning I quickly woke up, which rarely happened and made us breakfast. She woke up almost an hour later and to my relief she looked better. "I made you tea and peanut butter jelly sandwiches" I kind of proudly declared since considering my cooking skills it was somewhat an achievement. I handed her plate to her and she smiled. "How long am I going to miss my roommate?" I asked.
"Probably a little over a week."
"Over a week?" oh no she can't be serious, who is going to cook for me in a week?
Jessica is a terrible cook. On the other hand Keisha is quite good at it. All Jessica could do in the kitchen is when Keisha guided her through each and everything, but alone she is a complete mess! So she just helped with the preparations and dishes and left the main task for Keisha.
"Don't look at me like that, you can manage it by yourself for a week I am sure."
She sounds angry and sad and I dared not say anything. We finished our breakfast in silence and I washed the plates while she took a shower. Then I packed my bag for school and remembered to take my essay with me hoping Ms. James would be impressed. Then I took a shower and got dressed for school.
"Jessy where are your keys?" Keisha called.
Oops, I forgot, damn it! I quickly grabbed my bag, phone and keys and went out. "Here you go" I handed her the keys, "Drive safe, and please remember to call me when you have reached, got it?"
"Yes, don't be so bossy and I'll have someone send you your car by Saturday evening, I talked to dad about it. Bye and don't starve yourself" she joked. With that she left and I'm left alone for a week. Damn I hate staying alone.
After some minutes a car honked in front of the apartment. That must be David, I called him to pick me up earlier. He is shorter than me and he is cute and gay and he is the first person to be my friend in college.
"Thanks for picking me up, and you don't have to pick me up all days next week since Kei is sending my car back."
"That's good but why do you look like as if you are staying in a cave?"
"I do not!" I said in a alarming tone.
"Relax darling I was just messing with you, but you do look glum." he laughed.
"Maybe, now shut up and drive or we'll be late."
"Of course darling but just so you know I am never late!"
I just turned on the radio mentally going through my classes for today and before I know I am thinking about my English teacher. Her every day look for school is nothing provocative but I find it alluring, I don't know why but I want her to like me, and I'm lost in my train of thoughts.
"Hey wake up from your reverie we are here" David said.
"Oh um yeah, see you at class"
Ok so I have 4 classes before English and I have to withstand all my classes without Kei for a week, I sighed and walked towards my first class...
Time felt as if it was dragging by but I made it through for lunch break somehow. As I was finishing my lunch I thought just one more class and I'm done for the day and I can go home and do whatever I want. Then a thought crossed my mind, I am home alone for a week! Mhm maybe it won't be so bad. And the ringing bell notified that lunch break was over.
I mindlessly walked in the class and sat on my desk and took out my text book, notebook and the essay. As Ms. James walked in I could not take my eyes off her. She dressed in her usual attire, a white shirt, pencil skirt and a blazer. With pantyhose or stockings, I don't know which, and black heels. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. I don't know why but I found her attractive.
She gave a lecture on the Hamlet, and I pretended to listen. It was boring. At the end of the class we submitted our essay and she said "See you after the weekends."
Relief! Now I can just go home, but as I was walking out Ms. James said, "Jessica I would like to have a word with you."
Oh my, am I in trouble?
After the whole class filed out, Ms. James spoke, "You seemed off during the class, you probably didn't even listen to a single word I said during the class. Mind if I ask what were you thinking about?
Oh great I AM in trouble! I can't tell her that I was just observing her all the time now can I? Think of something quick!
"Jessica?"
"Um, I was just um distracted."
"Yes I could see you were distracted, could you tell me by what?"
You damn it! "Um I don't know. I am sorry."
