Part Five: Breakfast

"Yuck! Will!" Travis screeched as his friend dug right into his pancake.

"Wha?!" Will looked up at us mouth full of food.

"I don't get it. How do you stay so 'effin thin?" Travis pushed his pancake toward Will to eat. "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Simple. I'm bulimic." Will made an imaginary tear. "Help me."

Travis pushed his pancake toward Will to eat.

"I'm not hungry anymore."

Everyone laughed at that, but I just smiled. I don't think I could laugh if I tried. I didn't eat either. I just sipped my cup of coffee and sat in between Brendan and Adam quietly. I hadn't said another word the whole trip and I didn't think anyone noticed it. They all seemed so close, like they where having such a good time. I was just happy for them, but something was nagging me. Something I couldn't remember happening last night. Last night.

Last night was blank. I could remember up to the moment I got a phone call, but after that I didn't remember a thing. It was really bothering me too...

"You okay?"

I looked up and met Brendan's gaze. Suddenly everything stopped. I don't mean in an odd fuzzy kind of way. I mean, literally, everyone at the table stopped what they where doing and stared at me. I felt the heat raise to my cheeks as I looked around, and I suppressed a laugh as I saw Will stop in mid eating, leaving his mouth open full of food and a fork about to stuff more in. Then I nodded and everyone slowly went back to eating.

"Are you sure? You haven't touched your pancakes." He furrowed his brows with concern.

"I'm not hungry." I said in a low shaky voice.

Is that even me talking?

"And you say I have an eating disorder." Will rolled his eyes. Travis replied to that witty comment with a punch to Will's rib. "Ow!"

I took a deep sigh of relief as everyone began laughing and eating again, but I could still feel Brendan's hot gaze on me and as I turned to look a little further down the table I saw Adams worried glare as well.

"Hey guys." A new voice and face came into view. "Have any room for one more?"

My mind went blank for a moment as I looked at him. A strong jaw line.... dark colored hair... Band t-shirt... I couldn't place it. The boy was six feet or-so with pitch black hair and ashy pale skin that conveniently contrasted his pale blue eyes. He wasn't super thin like Will or majestically muscular like Adam, but somewhere in between. And he had a kind childlike smile that extended across his entire face, pushing his nose into a scrunch and his forehead into a crinkled up wash rag. It was a smile that made you want to trust him. But no matter how much he smiled there was still something deeply sad in those pale blue eyes. He flashed that childlike smile once and then sat next to Will and looked right at me. I jumped out of my daze and immediately looked down. There was something about his eyes that sent chills down my spine. They made me feel uncomfortable and naked.

"You're the girl..." He thought out loud.

"Oh, sorry." Brendan snapped out of his own day dreams. "Jesse, this is Mia. The girl you saved." He smiled. "Mia, this is the guy who saved you."

"Hi..." I said softly as I looked up at him.

"Hey." He said a little coldly.

"Thank you for saving me." I sunk lower in me seat.

"Yeah...well." he shrugged nonchalantly.

Will, Brendan and Travis looked back and forth between me and Jesse. That's when I placed it.

"Wait....Jesse...Jesse Lacey, Jesse?" I sat up and looked at him again.

"Yeah." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, cool." I shrugged.

At any other given day Id be freaking out that Jesse Lacey that dark studded heart throb of Brand New was sitting across from me, but somehow I just didn't feel like it. Plus, he didn't seem very nice so far and after my run in with Adam I was pretty sure most of them weren't the princes I thought they were. Sure, he saved me from being beaten to death and maybe raped, but he still seemed a little cold. Suddenly my cell phone rang. I didn't even know I had brought it with me. Oh well...

"Sorry, I'll take this." I stood up and took my cell phone out of Brendan's jean pocket and walked away from the table. I could hear them talking from a ways away in hushed voices.

"Could you be any ruder?" Will kicked Jesse in the shin.

"Ow, what the hell!?" He jumped.

"I know. What the hell is your problem?!" Brendan scorned.

"Nothing." Jesse replied in a low voice.

"Was it another fight with Emily?" Travis spoke. "Yeah, well, get over it and stop taking it out on Mia. She didn't do anything to you."

"Yeah, what ever. She can take it." He leaned back.

"Dude, I don't think she can take anything right now." Will took my pancakes and began stuffing them down his throat.

"What do you mean?" Jesse looked at them.

Brendan sighed and looked at all three of them now. He replied to them in a whisper I couldn't hear and then he got a little louder. "…You guys should've seen her. She was bawling her eyes out. I don't think I've seen a girl that broken up over anything."

"Oh..." Jesse said now feeling bad. "Well, I feel like an ass."

Will suddenly slapped him over the head.

"OW!!"

"You should feel like an ass." He smirked and sipped his coffee.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

I decided to walk out of the restaurant and actually take the call. For some reason I felt reluctant to put the phone up to my ear. There was just something nagging at my brain. 'Don't do it, Mia!!' But I knew I had to.