| Straight: College: A Passionate Performance (1/5) |
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He was her friend. That was all. He had been since they were 9, which was what made the fact that Jess found herself lusting after him all the more disturbing. What had changed? Had he suddenly, overnight, become gorgeous? No. It had been a gradual process. The skinny, nerdy boy she’d climbed trees and skinned knees with had gradually (almost without her noticing) been morphed from childish geek into manly chic. Think Jensen Ackles from Supernatural and you’d be along the right lines. His shoulders were much broader than she remembered; he had developed muscles out of nowhere and, somewhere along the line, had started to look like, well, a man. How was she only just noticing this? It was as though a switch had been flicked in her brain. He had been languishing in the ‘geeky but loveable friend’ box for so many years that her psyche had, very effectively she now realised, dragged its heels when it came to shifting him over into the ‘possibles’ box. With her epiphany came a new awkwardness. She had always been so comfortable with Jake, but now she died a little inside if he turned up unannounced and she had no makeup and baggy tracksuit bottoms on. This paranoia was particularly stupid, she recognised, in light of the multiple heinous crimes against desirability she had committed in his presence in the past, with the time that she vomited carroty chunks over his new jacket after drinking more of a bottle of vodka than was wise being a particular favourite. “Jess? Come back to me – where’d you go?” Jake waved a hand inches from her nose, and Jess’s ‘how-weird-and-scary-is-it-that-I-fancy-my-best-friend-in-Joey-from-Dawson’s-Creek fashion’ reverie was broken. “Hmm?” Very conscious that she’d been caught out, Jess tried to look lively. “Sorry – brain slipped out of gear for a sec there – what did I miss?” “Oh not much, really, just me declaring my undying love for you,” Jake replied with mock anguish. “Don’t feel bad or anything…” “Just the usual then – good.” Jess smiled, then felt pathetic for being so pleased by a stupid throwaway comment that wouldn’t have meant anything to her before she turned into a psychotic friend-stalker. “Anyway,” said Jake in a mock-serious tone, “now that you’re back from your little visit to Johnny-Depp-all-oiled-up-and-ready-to-go-land, or wherever it was your pervy little mind took you, can we get to work?” Jess grinned, pleased to exchange her musings on Jake for the picture of an oiled up Johnny Depp, and looked down at her copy of Romeo and Juliet. They were to play the lead roles in their university stage society’s production of Shakespeare’s tragedy. Originally, Jake had auditioned for one of the lesser roles, wanting to be involved without having to devote too much time to learning lines. Unfortunately for Jake, though, the original Romeo had dropped out, and he’d been roped into taking his place. As he was so behind, and as he and Jess were such good friends, they had come into the college theatre out of hours to rehearse their scenes. She sat with her legs dangling off the stage in the cavernous auditorium, while Jake was sprawled out beside her, flicking through his script. He grinned mischievously as he questioned: “Shall we go from the first scene we’re both in? Or just skip to the scene with the |
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very hot
