“You got just burned Gray!” I barely heard Kyle say.
“At least........not yet,” I said, smiling at her.
She smiled back and everyone started laughing, except Jesse, who just shook his head. Taylor shot up and ran toward the exit, her cronies in tow. I didn’t think she was even listening, but her quick dramatic exit was all the proof I needed. The guys barely noticed her, tired of her drama, and began talking about David’s summer of girls again.
“Uh oh,” whispered Jules, only to me, “I think we offended Taylor.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said.
“How could I not?” She replied. “Everyone knows Taylor Williams is in love with you.”
“No!” I said emphatically. “You’re wrong. She only thinks she’s in love with me. She just wants what she thinks I am.”
“And what’s that?”
“Her ticket to prom queen.”
“Oh,” said Jules.
She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.
“Shallow right?” I asked.
Jules became serious.
“A bit, but more sad than anything else. Imagine if she spent as much time and energy as she wastes on the unimportant doing something that could improve her mind. She could be extraordinary if she wanted to be.”
“You give her more credit than I do Jules.”
Jules took a spoonful from her pudding cup. I was impressed with Jules at that moment. Even with the cruelty Taylor threw her way, Jules still thought she was salvageable. I added gracious to the never ending list of amazing things I thought about her.
The bell rang and I picked up Jules’ bag for her and carried it to class.
“I like talking to you Jules. It’s easy, natural.”
“It might help that we used to go fishing for tadpoles as kids on the creek and play king of the mountain on the giant rock bridge.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it,” I said, walking to our class. “I think it’s because we think alike.”
The bell rang after third period.
“Hey,” I said, “meet me at my truck after school? I’m in lot B.”
“Okaaaay,” she sang.
“You said you’d come Jules.”
“I know. I’ll be there.”
When school let out, I hauled out to my truck and the sight of her stopped me in my tracks. I clutched at my heart. She leaned her back against the passenger side door, her bag already in the back. Her hair blew in the wind and her shirt clung to her figure, accentuating how feminine she truly was. She had both her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. Ugh, You’re killing me Jules. She was the most beautiful girl in the entire world, ironically in its smallest town. Although it only had four hundred and fourteen people in residence that wasn’t what made it the smallest town. No, what made it the smallest was the overwhelming invasion of privacy from the entire population. It was like we had three hundred mothers and fathers keeping track. If you did something naughty, the second it was done someone was calling your mama or your dad and by the time you got home your punishment was waiting for you.
Jules and I lived in the city of Bramwell, fifteen minutes southeast of the city of Bluefield where we all went to high school, in the beautiful state of West Virginia. Thatcher’s, along with many other little businesses, resided on Main in Bramwell’s business district. It was a sleepy little town with one market, a depot for the steam train, and one little post office, run by two employees; one to man the desk, and the other to deliver. Gus and Gertie, a married couple. Gertie manned the desk and Gus delivered. But Gus and Gertie, in reality, owned two jobs. Their second job, as the town gossips, they weren’t paid for, at least not in the traditional sense. They were compensated in other ways, I’m sure, and since their side business was to know everyone else's, that’s where people went to get wind of any scandals or rumors floating about town.
People stopped by there like gossiping was on their ‘to do’ list, right next to shopping at the market and paying the water bill and it wasn’t surprising at all to see through the window that afternoon all the little housewives huddled around Gertie’s desk, chattering and wide eyed. There were a few more wives than usual on account it was the day before our first game and apparently there were things that needed to be talked about. Our town was obsessed with our high school’s football team. They sat at the edge of their seats all summer waiting for the first season’s game.
If I had been smart, or patient, I would have done what the few kids in our town who were actually dating each other knew to do and that was to go to Charleston. No one could pry into your fledgling relationship if they didn’t know about it, right?
You see, Bramwell was the kind of town where the parents had nothing to do but become obsessed with their own children. Living vicariously through their football playing and cheerleading offspring but there was only one diner in the whole damn town and it was a school night so we weren’t allowed to stay out late and I definitely wasn’t going to wait until the weekend to take her out since Friday night was the game and Saturday was too far away.
I felt confident that if I asked her about our lightning bolt, she might stick around this time. We’d been avoiding the matter entirely. Granted, the subject wasn’t exactly school appropriate because people were really good at eavesdropping on us. I knew this because I’d get a full on angry report from Jesse later, on what Taylor thought of things we did or didn’t say to each other. So basically, you can see I didn’t really have a choice.
It didn’t help much that Julia wasn’t your typical Bramwell resident. While the other girls were painting their nails and practicing their hurkeys, Julia was painting a canvas and practicing her guitar. For this, she was considered the moody and pensive outcast, but she didn’t care. I loved this about her because she had the guts to stand out amongst the ‘cookie cutters’, at least that’s what she called them, and I didn’t.