Ch. 4 Sophia
Waiting for Jameson in the morning was never a hassle until today. She had to be on time for class today because she was giving a presentation, and she couldn't wait up any longer for her boyfriend if he wasn't coming at the time he always did. It was strange, he was always so prompt, so consistent. She felt like she could rely on him for almost anything. So what was different about today?
It got to the point where if she didn't leave the house now, she'd never make it in time to prepare for her presentation. That was when he finally knocked.
"Where have you been? I was waiting!" She looked him over, and noticed a haggard look on his face, he hadn't shaved, and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked just as pale as his shirt. "Rough night?"
"No sleep."
"Why? What's going on?"
"Look I DON'T want to talk about it Sophia. You're always getting in my business. You need to just know when to back off."
He turned and headed for his car without coming into the house.
"Jeez, it must've been really bad. So did you just sleep in?"
Instead of opening her car door like he usually did, he just plopped himself into the driver's seat and started the car. "Clark wants me to see a shrink."
"You don't think he thinks..."
"Yeah I do. So can we just give it up? I'm freakin tired, and I just don't want to listen to your whiny little voice right now." She clammed up, and stared out the window vacantly, trying to imagine why the bouts of anger would be flaring up more now than when his mom died. She looked over to examine him once again, and she caught a glimpse of the explosions of repressed anger rolling around beneath the surface. He was pissed, but she couldn't tell why.
When they finally got to school, Jameson went around the car to grab Sophia in his arms and pull her close. The movement might to anyone else have looked like he were about to kiss her, but because he grasped one of her wrists, along with what Sophia saw in his eyes, it sent shivers down her back. He began to peruse her expressions, looking for signs of... well, she didn't know. He drew in a deep breath as if he were trying to inhale her soul, and gave a sigh so piteous and profound as it seemed to shatter all his bulk and end his being. The look on his face reminded her of horror movies, and again sent another chill down her spine. He seemed to say without words, "you are mine."