I stood up, feeling my cheeks burn, and followed them out of the theater. Jake was still snorting with laughter, Jesse telling him to shut up. Anima looked kind of shocked.
To be honest, I was kind of shocked. Jesse was the last person in the world I ever thought I’d be making out with. For one thing, he was all lights. He had light blonde hair, a crooked smile, sparkling blue eyes, up-beat personality: everything that was opposite of what I looked for in a guy. My past guys were always depressed, black-haired, with angry pissed-at-the-world eyes.
As we walked out of the theater, Jake and Anima slightly ahead of us, Jesse surreptitiously wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I’d never walked like that before (my past boyfriends hadn’t bothered) so it did little to aid clearing my befuddled brain.
And befuddled it was. When I’d entered the theater, I was convinced this was the worst night of my life. Now I was leaving it, I was panicked.
I was in love with a jock. What was wrong with me?