Chapter 3: First Date
"What was that about?" Sadie asked as Kwest closed the door and walked over to her.
He shrugged, not meeting her gaze.
She glared at him "Come on Kay. You know more then you're letting on"
"Tommy's got problems ok?" Kwest said with a shrug "I'm his friend, I keep his secrets and I don't think he wants me discussing them with you"
Sadie frowned, feeling anger boiling in her blood, "You mean you knew something about where he's been all this time?"
"What? No! Today is the first time I've heard from Tommy since the day before he left!"
"Then your friend who're your defending and protecting left without so much as a good-bye or 'hey man I'm ok' for three months yet you put him before your girlfriend?"
"Wait, hold on. I'm not defending any of Tommy's recent actions. He screwed up and hurt a lot of people and that isn't cool. He is my friend, however, and I'm not going to disregard all the times he's been there for me when I screwed up. Secondly, I'm not putting him before you at all. This isn't your business Sadie and I shouldn't have to tell you anything."
"Tommy may not be my business" Sadie said, putting her hand on her hips and sticking her face close to Kwest in a threatening way "But Jude is! If he thinks he's going to come back and mess with her head again he's got another think coming. Personally, I think you need to reassess your priorities. Call me when you're done" She retrieved her purse from the lounge, got her jacket and walked out the door.
"Come on Sadie" Kwest said as he followed her, "You're being unreasonable. Sadie, please…" but as he watched she got into her car, slammed the door loudly and drove away.
Sighing Kwest went back into the house.
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G and I had gone to see a new thriller at the theatre. I'd anticipated the occasional edge of your seat moment but much to my horror (no pun intended) the film was turning out to more horror then action. I'm still an absolute wimp when it comes to horror movies.
I guess G noticed my discomfort because he soon started doing things to distract me. There was a woman a few rows ahead of us wearing a rather unusual hat. It resembled a top hat and extended quite a distance above her head, the middle of the top of the hat dipped in. G started to pretend like the hat was a hoop and began gently tossing popcorn in its direction.
Thankfully we were in the back seat and no one else was beside us or in any of the rows in front of so G's antics went unnoticed. At the third attempt he succeeded in landing a kernel on the woman's hat where it sat patiently until she jumped during a gory scene and it fell dejectedly to the floor. She was never the wiser.
G threw his hands up in a silent cheer and I had a hard time containing my laughter. As a woman died on screen and blood splattered anywhere I hardly even noticed as I just about choked on my popcorn with tears of laughter in my eyes.
"You know, I'm quite an expert pop corn tosser" G whispered in my ear when my laughter died down. His breath was warm and tickled my skin.
"Oh really?" I whispered back, smiling. "How does one become an expert pop corn tosser?"
"A Jedi never reveals his secrets" He said with a knowing wink. "But if you're good maybe one day I'll show you"
I grinned. I'd never had this much fun at a movie, let alone a horror movie.
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After the movie G and I decided to stroll around town for awhile before returning to his car. The shops were all closed, save the occasional bar. G, however, was happy to window shop with me. Something most any guy I know would die at the though of. I could tell he wasn't overly thrilled with it either but the fact that he made the effort and didn't complain really meant something.
"You would look so fine in that dress" He said pointing in the window of an expensive boutique where the most beautiful sapphire gown adorned a plastic mannequin. It was strapless with a long flowing skirt and a beaded bodice.
"It's gorgeous" I breathed. I tried not to smile as G subtly put an arm around me and we continued down the street.
The peace was broken when a car came tearing round the corner with a screech of breaks and a gust of exhaust fumes. It sped past us and I spun around to watch it.
"Driving like an idiot" G said with a shake of his head. "Hey, you ok Jude?"
I nodded and forced myself to turn back to face him "Yeah, I'm fine" I said with a forced smile.
But I wasn't fine. There was something about the driver of that car and though I told myself over and over for the rest of the night that I must have been imaging things… I could have sworn it was Tom Quincy.