The Beast in Him
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What are you doing?
Trying to talk to you.
I said no.
Why not?
Is your sister in town with you?
Yeah, but
And Ronnie Lee Reed?
Yeah, she is
Then I have nothing to say.
She hit the elevator button again and so did Smitty. What do they have to do with anything?
They made my life hell. For all I know, you guys are just setting me up for some cruel joke. Ill end up walking down the street like in Carrie, wearing a prom dress and covered in pigs blood.
Smitty shook his head. I dont understand anything of what you just said.
Yeah, I know. Weve never spoken the same language.
You mean English?
No, geek. Now if youll excuse me... Again, she hit the button. And again, so did he. Would you stop doing that!
Then stop trying to rabbit away from me.
Frustrated and getting kind of worked up being trapped in such a small box with one testosterone-saturated male, Jess crossed her arms over her chest and braced her legs apart. What do you want, Smith?
He stared at her for a long moment before finally saying, I thought we could hang out.
Hang out?
Jessie Ann, we were friends. Id like to continue that.
Friends? Now Jess stared. You are setting me up. Did your sister put you up to this? Little more torture for the dog. For Spot?
I didnt know she called you that. And just leave her out of this. Im talking about you and me spending some time together.
Forget it.
Why?
Because Im not an idiot.
Jessie Ann
Its Jessica. Or Jess. No one calls me Jessie Ann.
Except me.
Look, are you letting me out of here, or do I have to start screaming for help?
If you dont want to go out with me, fine. But know that Im not setting you up for anything. I wouldnt do that to you, Jessie Ann. You of all people should know that about me.
Smitty pushed the button once more and walked out when the doors opened. Jess stared after him and, with a sigh of great annoyance, followed.
Smitty stepped off the elevator and ignored the sighed, Smitty. Wait.
Forced to use extreme measures and manipulations to get this difficult woman to give him what he wanted, Smitty utilized the hurt walk-away. It didnt work on his sister, but Ronnie Lee fell for it every time.
He headed toward Brendon andMitch, who stood a few feet away raiding the vending machines, but he wasnt remotely surprised to feel Jessies hand grab the sleeve of his jacket.
Smitty, hold on a sec.
He raised his eyebrows to Shaw and Mitch before facing her. What?
I wasnt trying to hurt your feelings.
Then you did a mighty good job.
Are you actually... youre serious? Youre really upset?
He just stared at her, making sure his expression didnt change. A cool move hed learned from Mace years ago. Cats did have interesting skills, if you were willing to learn.
Aw, Smitty, I wasnt trying to
Jessie stopped and looked over Smittys shoulders at the two cats standing there doing what they all did so well... staring. And eating.
Can I help you two with something? she asked, obviously more than a little annoyed.
No, Shaw answered. Were fine.
You just keep talking, Mitch added. This is fascinating.
No, fascinating is what Im gonna do to that pretty face
Smitty grabbed Jessies arms and pulled her back down the hallway toward the elevators. Hed forgotten about her temper. The girl could get mad at a bag of donuts.
Now, now, Jessie Ann. Just calm down.
I will not calmooh! Chocolate. And like that, Jessie wandered over to the nurses station desk to look over bars of chocolate someone had out to sell for their child. She never did stay angry long.
Smitty remembered how it had taken him a while to figure out Jessie wasnt some flaky pup wandering from thing to thing, like most dogs, looking for a new smell or something to eat. Once she focused on something, absolutely nothing would distract her. But you had to be interesting enough to hold her attention; otherwise, shed wander away in the middle of a sentence.
The thought that he might not be interesting enough to hold little Jessie Anns attention had his back teeth grinding. He simply wouldnt allow her to dismiss him so easily. He wanted answers, dammit, and hed get them.
Determined, he walked over to the desk and leaned against it while Jessie talked to the nurse manning the station.
How much? she asked.
Dollar a piece. My sons class is trying to take a trip to DC this summer.
Jessie dug into her jeans pocket and pulled out a ten. Here. Ill take five.
Let me get you change.
Nah, put it toward his trip.
The nurse smiled. Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Trying to talk to you.
I said no.
Why not?
Is your sister in town with you?
Yeah, but
And Ronnie Lee Reed?
Yeah, she is
Then I have nothing to say.
She hit the elevator button again and so did Smitty. What do they have to do with anything?
They made my life hell. For all I know, you guys are just setting me up for some cruel joke. Ill end up walking down the street like in Carrie, wearing a prom dress and covered in pigs blood.
Smitty shook his head. I dont understand anything of what you just said.
Yeah, I know. Weve never spoken the same language.
You mean English?
No, geek. Now if youll excuse me... Again, she hit the button. And again, so did he. Would you stop doing that!
Then stop trying to rabbit away from me.
Frustrated and getting kind of worked up being trapped in such a small box with one testosterone-saturated male, Jess crossed her arms over her chest and braced her legs apart. What do you want, Smith?
He stared at her for a long moment before finally saying, I thought we could hang out.
Hang out?
Jessie Ann, we were friends. Id like to continue that.
Friends? Now Jess stared. You are setting me up. Did your sister put you up to this? Little more torture for the dog. For Spot?
I didnt know she called you that. And just leave her out of this. Im talking about you and me spending some time together.
Forget it.
Why?
Because Im not an idiot.
Jessie Ann
Its Jessica. Or Jess. No one calls me Jessie Ann.
Except me.
Look, are you letting me out of here, or do I have to start screaming for help?
If you dont want to go out with me, fine. But know that Im not setting you up for anything. I wouldnt do that to you, Jessie Ann. You of all people should know that about me.
Smitty pushed the button once more and walked out when the doors opened. Jess stared after him and, with a sigh of great annoyance, followed.
Smitty stepped off the elevator and ignored the sighed, Smitty. Wait.
Forced to use extreme measures and manipulations to get this difficult woman to give him what he wanted, Smitty utilized the hurt walk-away. It didnt work on his sister, but Ronnie Lee fell for it every time.
He headed toward Brendon andMitch, who stood a few feet away raiding the vending machines, but he wasnt remotely surprised to feel Jessies hand grab the sleeve of his jacket.
Smitty, hold on a sec.
He raised his eyebrows to Shaw and Mitch before facing her. What?
I wasnt trying to hurt your feelings.
Then you did a mighty good job.
Are you actually... youre serious? Youre really upset?
He just stared at her, making sure his expression didnt change. A cool move hed learned from Mace years ago. Cats did have interesting skills, if you were willing to learn.
Aw, Smitty, I wasnt trying to
Jessie stopped and looked over Smittys shoulders at the two cats standing there doing what they all did so well... staring. And eating.
Can I help you two with something? she asked, obviously more than a little annoyed.
No, Shaw answered. Were fine.
You just keep talking, Mitch added. This is fascinating.
No, fascinating is what Im gonna do to that pretty face
Smitty grabbed Jessies arms and pulled her back down the hallway toward the elevators. Hed forgotten about her temper. The girl could get mad at a bag of donuts.
Now, now, Jessie Ann. Just calm down.
I will not calmooh! Chocolate. And like that, Jessie wandered over to the nurses station desk to look over bars of chocolate someone had out to sell for their child. She never did stay angry long.
Smitty remembered how it had taken him a while to figure out Jessie wasnt some flaky pup wandering from thing to thing, like most dogs, looking for a new smell or something to eat. Once she focused on something, absolutely nothing would distract her. But you had to be interesting enough to hold her attention; otherwise, shed wander away in the middle of a sentence.
The thought that he might not be interesting enough to hold little Jessie Anns attention had his back teeth grinding. He simply wouldnt allow her to dismiss him so easily. He wanted answers, dammit, and hed get them.
Determined, he walked over to the desk and leaned against it while Jessie talked to the nurse manning the station.
How much? she asked.
Dollar a piece. My sons class is trying to take a trip to DC this summer.
Jessie dug into her jeans pocket and pulled out a ten. Here. Ill take five.
Let me get you change.
Nah, put it toward his trip.
The nurse smiled. Thank you.
Youre welcome.
