‘Jacob’.

I looked at the double story with wide eyes. It was like something from a movie. The house stood tall and majestic under the Jacaranda sun and made me feel out of my league and slightly smaller than I was. Even though hardly eight months ago I used to live in a neighborhood like this and a house like that.

I glanced at the piece of paper before pressing the intercom.

“Jake,come in.” A voice from the other side said before I could even say anything.

The gate slid open and I went in.

Across the green lush lawn was Kaylin standing at the front door with her arms crossed.

She was wearing impossibly short shorts and a black crop top that had her breasts shamefully spilling out.

Living in a house withe three females and a father like I had, I was taught to respect women from a young age. And I would never judge a woman based on what she’s wearing but I can already tell she was going to be trouble.

Why couldn’t I ask for another partner? How am I going to survive this?

“Thought you’d never come.” She smiled and I noticed a dimple on her left cheek.

She led me to the living room and I sat on a comfy brown leather sofa. I can’t believe this is the life I was living hardly eight months ago.

I carefully set my instruments on the small table in front of me,books,pens,eraser….and all the while I could feel her piercing gaze over me.

I looked up to see her looking down on me with her arms crossed.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Are we going to get started?” I asked.

“Let’s get something to loosen up first,shall we?”

“Uh.. .sure,juice?”

I watched her sashay her was to the kitchen. While she was gone I took out my laptop and started researching as much as I could about the project. William Shakespeare,the greatest poet and playwright of all time . Hardly five minutes later she came back with two glasses of orange juice and a bowl of biscuits.

She bent down and set the plate in front of me. I couldn’t help but notice her breasts,so close to my face.

What’s going on? Does she like me? Is she flirting with me. If she likes me what am I going to do? Do women normally do this? How would I know. I’ve never had a boyfriend.

“You okay Jake?” She asked, batting her eyelids.

“Everything is fine”. I said ,like it was when it wasn’t. She looked at me then quickly jerked her head down,her cheeks going pink

She really does like me! Oh God,I was not made for this.

‘Meanwhile: ‘Johanna’

She stopped in the parking lot of what seemed to be a nice restaurant,the kind that probably had some kind of dress code and served exotic dishes.

I watched her sashay her way into the entrance of the restaurant with her dress hugging her hips perfectly.

I groaned, “We’re never going to get in there. The place probably has celebrities and CEOs and everything and here I am dressed in my worst.”

“They won’t mind. Well just pretend to be celebrities under the radar.”

I giggled.” You think that will work?”

He shrugged and climbed out of the car. When we entered the restaurant I tugged my hoodie further and kept my head down.

I raised my eyes and it almost took my breath away.

The place was stunning. It had tables across the room covered with nice cloths and shimmering chandeliers lighting down.

I also noticed that all the people here we’re all dressed nicely,just like I’d predicted and it made me all the more self-conscious. Digging my hands into the pockets of my hoodie,one thing stood out more that others.

My mom was sitting on a table, facing towards the entrance. Her eyes shone with happiness and her cheeks painted pink with adoration for the man in front of her. He had his back to me and even then I could tell he was handsome. His broad shoulders and bulging muscles looked like they would pop out of that suit and at the back of his head was low ponytail.

With all that stuff going on in my head ,I didn’t even notice the waitress leading us to a table and I definitely didn’t notice the hand James had on my waist.

“Here are your menus.” She said as soon as we sat down.

“Shall I get you anything to drink while you decide?” She said looking at James and holding his gaze. She was dressed in a typical black and white uniform and had long strawberry blonde hair that reached her waist even through her ponytail.

“Water please”. He smiled politely and just as she left I couldn’t help but notice how she sashayed her hips.

I rolled my eyes.” Water please”. I mimicked.

“Whatever”.

Question: Jealousy?