Chapter 43: Cute French Boys
"Fuck dude." Jesse groaned out as he threw his head back, biting his lip in visible embarrassment.
"What?" I mumbled, my mouth getting filled by thick white cream that tasted incredible.
Jesse''s cheeks intensely blushed. "I still can''t believe I cried in front of you, that was so fucking
embarrassing." He pouted.
I couldn''t help butugh as I continued to eat my frozen yogurt. "Jesse, it''s okay to cry."
"No it''s not. Only pussies cry." He crossed his arms like a child as I immediately frowned at what he
said. "I''m not a pussy." He sternly added.
"Crying doesn''t make you a pussy. Crying shouldn''t affect a man''s masculinity. Being scared to show
vulnerability and owning up to your emotions just because you''re afraid it''ll affect your masculinity,
sounds more pussy to be honest." I casually shrugged, watching his eyebrows quickly furrow down at
me.
"I-I guess." Jesse slightly stuttered because he knew I was right, making me quietly chuckle to myself.
"I just hate crying. It''s too fucking dramatic and your nose gets all runny, your throat gets bloated as
hell, and your eyes get red. It''s just not a good feeling dude."
A moment of silence broke out as our eyes sort of just fought for dominance, and even if I was trying, I
knew Jesse was winning. He spoke again with an enticing smirk. "What you looking at?"
My facial expression remained straight as I responded back. "Jesse I believed that you changed, I
really do." I bit my lip as his smirk quickly faded away. "Please don''t prove me wrong."
Jesse slowly nodded as his piercingly blue eyes met mine. "I have changed." He all of a sudden moved
his body closer as he ced his frozen yogurt cup down. "I promise."
My jaw quickly clenched. "And also from now on, stop tarnishing Tristan''s reputation. You have no right
to do it and you have no reason to. Tristan is a human being that you did wrong and he shouldn''t be the
one being punished for it. I want you to stop."
Jesse looked visibly speechless as he continued to stutter. "O-okay."
"And you also need to apologize to him. Whether if he epts it or not, that''s his choice. I just want
you to apologize." I breathed, looking off to the side. "I shouldn''t even be having to tell you this."
"You''re right." Jesse quietly agreed. "From now on, I''m a whole new Jesse, I promise. I-I''ll even
apologize to him today."
"Jesse." I blurted out his name. "I''m really trusting you. I don''t trust a lot of people and I want you to
understand that I''m serious." I made sure my voice spoke out slow and clear, to make sure he
understands how serious I am about the situation.
"I know, I know Micah. You can trust me." Jesse tried to smile again, as he leaned in closer towards the
small circr table. "So, are you mine now or what?"
My eyes slightly widened as I almost choked on my spoon. "W-wait what?" My cheeks quickly
reddened.
Jesse adorably rolled his eyes as his cherry tinted lips broke out a wide smile, only a moment to
expose his incredibly white teeth. "Well, I like being around you. I like everything about you actually."
His deep husky voice let out as my mouth immediately widened. "So I''m thinking, let me take you out to
an actual date?" He hastily added.
I nervously coughed, trying to change the subject because I felt my anxiety immediately sky rocket.
"Me, Benny, and Mn, are nning a party this weekend. I was wondering if you wanted toe?"
"Wait, wait, no." Jesse quickly shook his head as a grin formed on his face. "You didn''t answer my
question, can I take you out or not?"
An exhale left my breath because I actually forgot he was even asking me out. "I-"
I was rapidly cut off by what sounded like the familiarly strong roaring from a car.
Romeo''s car..
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My eyes nced at the muscle car that parked right in front of our table as Ivy and Romeo can be seen
through the clear ss.
Jesse and I awkwardly became quiet as Romeo didn''t even bother sparing me a nce, Ivy''s voice
louder than she probably intended.
"I don''t know why you keep telling me not to greet him. Just because he might speak a foreign
slowly went up, cutting her voice as Romeo walked over to the other door to open it for Ivy.
All of a sudden, after she got out of the car, her hand quickly waved at me.
I waved back, trying to smile.
"See." Ivy let out towards Romeo as she began to walk with him towards the frozen yogurt ce. "Told
you the cute French boy knows what a wave is." She giggled, then entering the opened door with
Romeo.
My face was just stered with actual shock as I couldn''t believe what the hell I just heard. "Are they
talking about you? Wait, your French?" Jesse subtly furrowed his eyebrows down as his deep voice
quickly spoke out. "I thought you''re from Texas?"
"I am from Texas!" I sharply whispered. "That boy, he''s just lying to her saying he''s straight when he''s
clearly gay. He honestly thinks he can be straight if he just tries hard enough. He''s only doing it
too because his dad is really against it."
Jesse''s bright blue eyes shimmered as they widened at me. "That''s really sad." He spoke low as I
quickly nodded in response. "Holy shit, I wanna give him a hug." Jesse slightly pouted.
"I know!" I quietly eximed. "He''s also trying to cover everything up. He told her that Camp Closeted
is a bible camp only filled with guys. Now she thinks the only reason why there''s guys there is that so
we don''t get tempted to wanna do things with a girl, or whatever."
"Damn." Jesse tiredly sighed as he just looked down. "Poor girl, she''s hot as fuck too."
After awhile, my eyes couldn''t help but follow the two finish their yogurt, my eyes ncing at ire
visibly rolling her eyes in pleasure at the view of Romeo.
I couldn''t exactly hear what was being said but Ivy quickly got all up on the cash register and looked
like she was telling ire to stop. ire quickly finished charging their yogurts with widened eyes, Ivy
and Romeo preparing to walk back out again.
Romeo opened the door for Ivy again as her voice was bing audible once more. "That nasty hoe.
I cant believe she even dared to do that in front of me! She''s lucky I didn''t p her." Her high pitched
voice spoke out as Romeo remained quiet.
All of a sudden they stood still, her eyes ncing at us as if she was gesturing to go talk to us for some
reason. "Romeo you''re being so rude, I just wanna chat with them. You know how much I love talking
to other people from other countries." She bit her glossy lip, flipping her long blonde hair back as she
walked passed Romeo.
My eyes quickly widened at Jesse as we fixed our posture, Ivy beginning to walk closer towards us.
"H!" She greeted as my soul rolled its eyes. "I know that was Spanish but whatever, is this seat
taken?" She bubbly asked Jesse, probably thinking the onlynguage I speak is French.
"Uh, no." Jesse answered quickly.
"Cool!" Ivy, immediately sat down, looking back at Romeo. "So are you the only one who knows how to
speak English?" She looked back at Jesse. "Romeo told me the other guy only speaks pure French."
She covered her mouth to the side but her voice was still too loud.
Jesse just awkwardly nced at me as I just quickly nodded at him. "Y-yea." Jesse replied.
"That''s so cute!" She cheered. "Aw, so you guys are just a bunch of cute French boys wanting learn
more about Jesus huh?"
"Y-yea. Being religious is very important to us." Jesse nodded again, his ocean eyes continuously
shifting from ivy and onto me. "I''m his trantor."
"Ivy let''s go." Romeo''s incredibly deep andmanding voice blurted out from a distance.
Ivy''s mouth widened as she pped her hands, clearly ignoring Romeo. "That''s so cool! Go you! I
always wanted to meet someone from France and here I am talking to you guys. So tell me, is the Eiffel
Tower really that big?" She gaped at us.
Jesse anxiously nced at me again as he replied once more. Romeo owes us a ton for going along
with this bullshit. "Yea, sure. I guess." He shrugged.
"Nice." Ivy seemed genuinely curious as she immediately turned towards me, her doll like face warming
up to me. "Bonjour!" She greeted.
Luckily enough, I already knew a lot about French since I was bored one day and decided to learn it.
"B-Bonjour." I anxiously nodded.
Ivy threw on a devilish smirk as Romeo began to walk to our table now because he knew he had no
choice but to wait.
Her voice was a lot quieter this time, but was still audible. "Sasche juste, je sais que tu n''es pas
vraiment fran?ais." My eyes immediately widened at what she just said, Jesse''s face crinkling in
confusion.
Holy fuck..
"Vraiment?" I blurted, my voice cracking.
"Mhm." She nodded her head. "Je sais aussi que Romeo me ment. Camp Closeted n''est pas un camp
biblique."
I quickly shook my head in confusion and shock as Romeo finally reached our table with a curious
re. "Alors pourquoi es-tu tojours lui?" I asked, Romeo and Jessepletely dumbfounded at me
speaking French.
Ivy prepared to leave as she quickly stood up from the chair. "Parce que je veux voirbien de temps
il peut continuer à mentir." She quickly licked her lips and threw both of us a cheeky smile, wrapping
her self around Romeo''s muscr arm. "Au revoir!" And with that, they walked away.
Oh my god..
I watched as Ivy had on a wide grin, Romeo surprisingly not caring enough to even ask her what we
were just talking about.
Jesse and I just stared at each other, his mouth and eyes widening at me. "You know how to speak
French?" He deeply breathed.
I slowly nodded my head as I still tried to process what she just told me. "Y-yea, I learned it back in high
school."
"Fuck, that sounded so sexy!" Jesse charmingly spoke, picking his frozen yogurt up again. "So what
happened? What did you guys talk about?" He hurriedly asked.
I quickly bit my lip as I finally looked back at Jesse. "She knows."