Page 125 of Trading Paint
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, no, but everyone will recognize you.”
“So?”
I let the thought creep into my head for one second before it fluttered away, “No, do you realize how crazed some of these people are?”
Other students were constantly asking me if I knew Jameson once they found out I was from Elma.
“What is your point?”
“I just, everyone talks about you here and if you come up here, we won’t get to spend any time together. Even if you are here for just one day...things have changed Jameson. You’re a star; you can’t go anywhere you like anymore. Besides, my class on Retail Merchandising starts that week and I need to get together with Blake to go over our assignments.”
Jameson stopped tapping his pen he’d been hitting against the table I assumed, whatever it was that he was obsessively clicking, he stopped.
“Blake? Who’s Blake?”
“You know, Blake.” I stammered. “I’ve told you about him.”
I frantically raked my brain to remember if I’d told him who Blake was, not that he was important.
“Um no...I have a strong recollection of each man’s name that has come out of your mouth and not once have I heard ‘Blake’.”
“Oh, well, Blake is just...a friend.” I shrunk back into my bed, not knowing what else to say. “We have a few classes together.”
“A friend?I don’t think so. What the hell does that mean?” Jameson demanded.
“A friend, not like you but he’s just a guy here that I’ve had a few classes with.”
“So, he’s your sex buddy?”
“What?”
“How long?”Jameson growled.
“Are you for real?” I asked. “Why does it even matter? What were we originally talking about?”
“I don’t remember. You distracted me. I’m more concerned with this Blake guy. How long have you been fucking him?”
“Jesus Christ Jameson, what the hell? I haven’t slept with him, not that it’s any of your business anyway. Not once have I brought up your many late night flings.”
“That’s hardly relevant.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“I don’t like this guy. Does Charlie know about him?”
“No,” I sighed.
I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t jealous but he and Spencer, hell even Tommy, felt the need to dictate who I hung around with. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jameson pulled background checks on everyone I went to school with.
It was actually cute and funny to see him this way, but I kept my giggles at bay.
“You’re being irrational.” I continued to eat my pizza.
“No, I’m not and now, I’m definitely coming to Bellingham to meet this Blake guy.”
“You stay away from Bellingham Jameson!” I snapped. “You have to go race.”
