Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right.
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face.
- Alanis Morrissette
" Shea never felt the need for a boyfriend, not saying that she never wanted one, just never felt the need to have one. She was always to busy with other things, money, school grades, friends, her social life. A boyfriend never really fit into her schedule so to speak. She would watch her friends with there boyfriends and sometimes felt left out, but when it came down to actually getting one she never worried about it. She felt if she ever got to the point where she had to have one there would always be plenty of free men out there.
Shea was never the 'take-what-you-want' kind of girl when it came to men. Nor was she the 'oh-my-god-he's-so-looking-at-me' or 'I'm-going-out-husband- hunting-tonight' kind of girl. Shea preferred to let things come to her. It wasn't that she was self-conscious or not out going, things just always seemed find their way to her, she never had to go looking for them. It was the same way with men. Shea never went looking for any of her boyfriends; they were just always at the right place at the right time. "
"Excuse me, miss?" Jen sighed annoyingly and looked up to see who had pulled her out of her totally focused state of mind. The book was really good, and she wasn't happy about being diverted from it.
"Yes?" she answered. Standing in front of her on the other side of the table smiling at her was a young man.
"You," he said, "are gorgeous."
Jen raised an eyebrow at him before looking around the café. Like in high school, she expected to see a table of men around the same age sneaking glances at them and laughing quietly to themselves. She didn't see anyone, so she turned back to the man in font of her. She gave in a quick smile and went back to her book.
But he didn't go away, instead, he continued. "Do you mind if I sit down with you?" he asked, one hand on the chair in front of him.
She didn't even look up at him this time. She took a sip of her frappuccino, turned a page in her book, and went on reading. That was her polite way of saying 'go away.'
Yet again he didn't, and to her great surprise the chair across from her pulled away from the table and he sat down. Jen glanced up from her book and had her first real look at him.
He was wearing a grayish-black suit with a red dress shirt, and his tie loose around his neck. 'Probably out to lunch.' Jen thought. He had dark wavy hair that was shaggy but still neat, big brown eyes, and tanned skin. 'Not bad,' she thought, ' to bad he's an ass.'
"My name is Jacob Frazier," he said offering her his hand. Jen just looked at him. Finding that he wasn't getting a response, he went on. "Your name is?" he asked. Jen slightly rolled her eyes as she went back to her book. 'Does he not get the hint?' she asked herself.
Apparently he didn't, because he didn't leave, and after a minute of silence he had something else to say.
"Your name wouldn't be J, would it?' he asked with a smile. Jen glanced at her purse sitting on the table next to her, and at the big pink 'J' stitched on the side of it. "Hello J." He said, still offering her his hand.
She had had enough of this idiot, so she closed her book and put it down. "Look, I don't know what you want, but I do know that you're disturbing me and I have to get that book read by tomorrow."
The smile on his face turned into a look of confusion as a table behind them to the left exploded with laughter. She turned to find four other men all the same age and dressed in suits sitting near the bar. She had known it. This shit never ended, she felt like she was back in 10th grade again. She had hoped that she had left this immaturity behind along with all the jocks and players that she was forced to deal with in high school. Apparently not. Even though they all looked well dressed and respectable, they weren't any different then all those boys back in Chopin High.
Jen threw her book into her bag and stood up to put on her jacket.
"Wait," he said as he stood up too. "I -"
"No, don't." she said and she pushed her chair in.
" But I -"
"Shh!" she said as she held up a hand to stop him.
" Just I-!"
"NO." she said as she grabbed her bag and turned to walk away.
He pushed the chairs out of his way and attempted to follow her. "I just want to apologize." he started.
"I don't want your apology," she said.
"Yeah, I know, but I won't feel better until I give you one." He said as he walked around a table and stood in front of her.
She couldn't believe this guy. He has just insulted and attempted to embarrass her and now he wanted to apologize to make himself feel better about it? 'What a prick,' she thought as she stood there and waited for him to get it over with.
He obviously didn't know that that was what she was waiting on because he just stood there and looked back at her.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"Will you please forgive me for going about that in totally the wrong way?" he asked, realizing what she was waiting for.
'Oh how precious.' Jen thought as she watched him. He honestly did seem sorry, not that it mattered to her. It just made what she was going to do all that much more fun. She smiled at the thought of it. Her smile made him think she was going to accept his apology and he smiled back at her. Seeing this made Jen smile wider.
'Priceless,' she thought.
Jen rearranged her bag on her shoulder and gave him the first smile that was directed at him.
"No." She said. With that she walked around him and out of Nikki's Café, leaving an amused Mr. Frazier, and his friends, behind her.
**** short chapter. Funny, it seemed longer when I was writing it. /: Oh well. Hope you like it, Jacob Frazier is a real person. To bad you don't know him. Boy is FINE. If you liked this, or even if you didn't, check out "The Family." PLEASE leave me some feed back.