Keep Me Guessing
Jessica
A whole month before classes start, and a week before I start my job. That gives me a week to get used to this area, and three weeks to get used to my job before I'm thrust into college life mixed with 'the real world.' I'm excited for school because I enjoy learning, quite a bit really. Pulling new knowledge into my mind leaves me feeling satisfied, and the fact that there is an endless supply of knowledge out there.. I can't stop the grin from making appearance on my face just from the thought. Really, to put it simply, learning makes me happy.
I'm not really one-hundred percent sure what I'll be doing at my job. I'll be working at a coffee house, and, yes, I do realize how cliché it is. I guess you can say I'm just nervous. This will be my first job, and I'm not entirely sure if I'll be working behind the counter, in the kitchen, or as a server. None of that was ever really told to me because, really, I only have this job because of my grandparents. Their friend's daughter is the owner of the coffee house, and I have met her before. We get on pretty well, and she's accepting of me. It's a welcomed change to, well, nearly everyone else I know.
I quickly pull on a pair of fishnet stockings, and a pair of short denim shorts over top with a black pyramid studded belt threaded through the loops. I paired that with a white v-neck, and a black vest buttoned over it before slipping on a pair of pain ruby red ballet flats. I run a brush through my hair before straightening it, and spray a small amount of hairspray over it. After I quickly apply a thin coat of black eyeliner, and leave the bathroom.
Today I am going to explore the town, and I'm excited. That's the reason I'm leaving already to do so. It's only a little after nine as I grab my keys, phone, and messenger bag before heading out the door, making sure to lock it behind me.
-♥-♥-♥-
The first place I find myself is at a park, seated beneath an overgrown tree. My eyes follow the children as they run about, playing without a real care in the world. For them there is no real prejudice. Girls think boys have cooties; boys think girls have cooties. Funny how they're able to play amongst one another without any problems.Adults could really learn something from children, I think, smiling as a little girl kicks her ball in my direction. I kick the ball back to her, she grabs it, and shouts, “Thanks, miss!” before running off. I don't bother to even try to correct her. No reason to confuse the poor girl, right?
Another little girl comes over, and she sits next to me. To say I'm confused is an understatement, but I don't ask about it, figuring the girl has her reasons. She lifts her leg, holding her foot out to me before exclaiming, “We have the same shoes!” I giggle at the girl's excitement, holding my own foot up next to hers. Yep, they are, indeed, the same.
“You're right, we do.” I smile at her, putting my foot back where it was before, her doing the same. “Does this mean we're sisters?” The little girl giggles and shakes her head causing me to gasp, “Why not?”
She turns to face me fully, stating proudly, “You're a boy! You can't be a sister,” and I'm shocked because, really, how does she know that?
“Looks like you're a smart little girl. You figured out my secret, and I didn't even have to tell you!” She giggled again, and grinned proudly at me in a way that had me smiling back at her. I hold my hand out for her to shake, “I'm Zeke.” She takes my hand in her tiny one, and smiles wider.
“I'm Jessica! Daddy calls me Jessie,” and she starts playing with the grass.
“Yeah? My name is actually Ezekiel, but I like Zeke better.” She stops what she's doing to look up at me, her grin back on her face.
“We're like the same!” I just giggle again, and poke her nose gently.
“Told you we're sisters,” I say around a smile, poking my tongue out at her.
“Nuh-uh!” She hops up, resting her hands on her hips. “Daddy even said, boys can't be sisters!”
“Well, why not?” I look past her, watching as a man starts heading our way.
“Daddy says boys are brothers, and only girls are sisters.”
“Jessie, we have to go,” the man says, eyes on me as she speaks to Jessica. I promise you, I did try to stop myself from blushing, but my God! He is an attractive man. So, of course, with my pink tinted cheeks, I look down, busying myself with a thread from my shorts.
“I want to talk with him, though, Daddy!” Jessica whines, stomping her foot slightly.
“Baby girl, that's a girl, a she. I know you know the difference.” I bite my lip, wondering if I should correct him or not. Would it really make a difference?
“No, Daddy, his name is Ezikyel.” I giggle, and look up to smile at Jessica. She looks so proud of herself for remembering my name, even if she did pronounce it wrong. It was cute.
“Ezekiel,” I correct her, noticing the way her father's jaw drops slightly. I turn my attention to him, and stand up. “My name is Zeke, and I am a male.” I bend down, say my goodbyes to Jessica before walking away, not bothering to wait for any reply from the male. Chances are, he's not going to take the news so well. Most people don't, and it sucks. A lot. He was gorgeous, and most likely married...Even more likely, he's straight. No point in even trying, I don't have a chance anyway.
I'm not really one-hundred percent sure what I'll be doing at my job. I'll be working at a coffee house, and, yes, I do realize how cliché it is. I guess you can say I'm just nervous. This will be my first job, and I'm not entirely sure if I'll be working behind the counter, in the kitchen, or as a server. None of that was ever really told to me because, really, I only have this job because of my grandparents. Their friend's daughter is the owner of the coffee house, and I have met her before. We get on pretty well, and she's accepting of me. It's a welcomed change to, well, nearly everyone else I know.
I quickly pull on a pair of fishnet stockings, and a pair of short denim shorts over top with a black pyramid studded belt threaded through the loops. I paired that with a white v-neck, and a black vest buttoned over it before slipping on a pair of pain ruby red ballet flats. I run a brush through my hair before straightening it, and spray a small amount of hairspray over it. After I quickly apply a thin coat of black eyeliner, and leave the bathroom.
Today I am going to explore the town, and I'm excited. That's the reason I'm leaving already to do so. It's only a little after nine as I grab my keys, phone, and messenger bag before heading out the door, making sure to lock it behind me.
-♥-♥-♥-
The first place I find myself is at a park, seated beneath an overgrown tree. My eyes follow the children as they run about, playing without a real care in the world. For them there is no real prejudice. Girls think boys have cooties; boys think girls have cooties. Funny how they're able to play amongst one another without any problems.Adults could really learn something from children, I think, smiling as a little girl kicks her ball in my direction. I kick the ball back to her, she grabs it, and shouts, “Thanks, miss!” before running off. I don't bother to even try to correct her. No reason to confuse the poor girl, right?
Another little girl comes over, and she sits next to me. To say I'm confused is an understatement, but I don't ask about it, figuring the girl has her reasons. She lifts her leg, holding her foot out to me before exclaiming, “We have the same shoes!” I giggle at the girl's excitement, holding my own foot up next to hers. Yep, they are, indeed, the same.
“You're right, we do.” I smile at her, putting my foot back where it was before, her doing the same. “Does this mean we're sisters?” The little girl giggles and shakes her head causing me to gasp, “Why not?”
She turns to face me fully, stating proudly, “You're a boy! You can't be a sister,” and I'm shocked because, really, how does she know that?
“Looks like you're a smart little girl. You figured out my secret, and I didn't even have to tell you!” She giggled again, and grinned proudly at me in a way that had me smiling back at her. I hold my hand out for her to shake, “I'm Zeke.” She takes my hand in her tiny one, and smiles wider.
“I'm Jessica! Daddy calls me Jessie,” and she starts playing with the grass.
“Yeah? My name is actually Ezekiel, but I like Zeke better.” She stops what she's doing to look up at me, her grin back on her face.
“We're like the same!” I just giggle again, and poke her nose gently.
“Told you we're sisters,” I say around a smile, poking my tongue out at her.
“Nuh-uh!” She hops up, resting her hands on her hips. “Daddy even said, boys can't be sisters!”
“Well, why not?” I look past her, watching as a man starts heading our way.
“Daddy says boys are brothers, and only girls are sisters.”
“Jessie, we have to go,” the man says, eyes on me as she speaks to Jessica. I promise you, I did try to stop myself from blushing, but my God! He is an attractive man. So, of course, with my pink tinted cheeks, I look down, busying myself with a thread from my shorts.
“I want to talk with him, though, Daddy!” Jessica whines, stomping her foot slightly.
“Baby girl, that's a girl, a she. I know you know the difference.” I bite my lip, wondering if I should correct him or not. Would it really make a difference?
“No, Daddy, his name is Ezikyel.” I giggle, and look up to smile at Jessica. She looks so proud of herself for remembering my name, even if she did pronounce it wrong. It was cute.
“Ezekiel,” I correct her, noticing the way her father's jaw drops slightly. I turn my attention to him, and stand up. “My name is Zeke, and I am a male.” I bend down, say my goodbyes to Jessica before walking away, not bothering to wait for any reply from the male. Chances are, he's not going to take the news so well. Most people don't, and it sucks. A lot. He was gorgeous, and most likely married...Even more likely, he's straight. No point in even trying, I don't have a chance anyway.
10/15/13