Jamie straightened her posture and lifted her head to assume a nonchalant poise as she responded to Wes’ compliments. “Thank you,” she nodded curtly and headed down her porch steps towards Wes’ sorry excuse for a truck. It looked homey enough, but, because Wes’ is all talk, she expected, well, more. Whenever she’d live in New York, she often sized up her dates due to whatever they present to her, whether it be their personality, looks, or possessions. Now that she lives in Lima, she has realized that she had to change her attitude quick in order to satisfy her relationship appetite. Settling for average is okay, she often had to remind herself, because I am now “average.”
Sauntering past him, she caught a trace of his overbearing cologne, which seemed like a mix of pungent, heavy spices that were surprising herbal and clean in scent. Despite crinkling her nose in delight of the scent, she continued onward, trying not to make another obvious form of favoritism towards this night. Sashaying her hips in an aggrandized way, Jamie was honestly trying to tease him as much as she could. She wanted Wes to know that grappling an underclassman wasn’t going to be an easy task. Her trust towards men was already dwindling away, and Wes didn’t exactly comfort that emotion. Letting him know that she was something worth more than a piece of ass was going to be difficult, but she felt as if it was her duty to at least put him in his place.
Struggling with his rusty door on the passenger side, she tugged on the handle violently. On the third time, the door complied and creaked loudly due to such a large pulling force. Whistling loudly, she did not prevail in suppressing her surprise, “What did you do to this car? Did you let it sit out in the rain, waiting for the rust to encrust during those one night sta—” She cut herself off before her voice would carry up an octave, usually indicating anger. The anger that still resided within from that night after the school fair was still present, but getting in an argument so early on in the night spelled out danger for not only her limited temper, but also his. From what she had noticed thus far, Wes wasn’t exactly a patient person either.
Rolling her eyes as a means of completing her sentence, she hopped into his car and accidentally slammed the door shut, resounding in a loud bang that shook the whole car. With a mild composure, she flashed a tender smile at Wes as he also climbed into the car. “So,” she began before she could stop herself, “why are you all of a sudden interested in me?” The question had been burning her mind ever since he asked her to go to Breadstix with him, but she never expected it to come out into the night so early on. She had imagined it would come out due to an argument that seemed bound to happen, but more towards after he had paid for her dinner. In this situation, however, when she posed the question, she omitted any malice or skepticism that would usually be associated with it. In all honesty, she asked out of pure curiosity.
Wes smirked as she moved towards the car, guiding her with a hand resting gently on the small of her back. As he wandered over to the driver’s side, he gave the car a swift kick, as he had done a thousand times. He jiggled the handle up, then down, and then finally straight out as it swung open with ease.
A grin spread across his face as he watched Jamie struggle with her side of the car. “You just gotta treat my baby right, city girl.” Jamie’s reputation somewhat preceded her: a once fairly wealthy child living the luxurious life in NYC. “She may not be your normal sleek limo, but at least she’s got some class.”
Wes’s tone had dropped to one that was a bit too bitter, and he took a deep breath to clear the negative energy. Better to keep the charm turned on as high as possible for Miss Clarke.
He was caught a bit off-guard by her next question (as off-guard as someone as suave as Wes could be caught). Tapping his chin with his finger, he pretended to be in very deep thought over his answer. “Well.. let me think… I know there was some reason for me to go through all this trouble.”
Wes’s eyes lit up as he mocked her. “Oh yes! I remember now.” He flashed her an award-winning smirk. “But do you really want to find out this moment? It could make for a lovely surprise later in the night.”