MORE THAN A WRONG IMPRESSION

JASMINE ( 10 years ago) I never really liked quiet people. They were too composed, too perfect, like nothing could ever crack their composure. But it looks just like a facade, something to mask a chaotic side, something more dangerous or is it something painful And that boy standing in the corner of the library, dressed in a black shirt tucked into black pants, shoes polished so shiny I'm sure if he grinned at it would sparkle like stars, even his dark hair is combed. I wonder where he falls I wonder what he's like if he actually looses that composure. I tilted my head to look at him better when he moved out of my sight, well even if he's quiet was cute and I wasn't blind He turned to pick a book from the opposite side, his eyes trace the books on the aisles before they met mine To say I wasn't surprised would be a lie and was I a liar? yes, yes I was I held the eye contact not daring to look away, Dad said it makes you seem weak and I refuse to be weak in front of a quiet kid even if they're older or cute. He kept staring though and that was unnerveing to say the least I wrinkled my nose at him when he raised his thick eyebrows at me, his lips shook slightly like he was amused by my stare He let me win though when he Looked down at the books again. “Look at that boy" Erika looked up for half a second "Mhm" "That's all you have to say?" "I have homework Jas" “ so do I ” I get a hard look from the librarian and I smile sheepishly at her before looking back at the boy who soon leaves my sight and I kept staring at the spot he was for a few minutes before looking back at the homework Ms Penny had given earlier today and focused my attention back on it. I don't like school, Ms Penny, the kid that always picks his nose and puts the booger on girls hair. James always complain about high school so I guess it doesn't get better. I continue my homework, occasionally looking around in case I see that boy but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air, like a magician I don't like magicians, everything about them can be an illusion, a trick of light, a shift in perspective. in a way they're just like quiet people too “ Jas let's go, I'm tired" James groaned beside me as he tapped on his phone, playing a game I was sure of it “ give me a minute" Erika looks at me “ you're going soon?" ”yes, mom said to get pasta on the way back" she nods before waving at “okay done " I nod at him before packing my books into my school bag and tugged at my scrunchy to release my hair “ could you quit doing that, I put a lot of effort into it ” James groaned again when my hair falls down my back “ if you keep groaning you'll scare all those girls you claim likes you" I smile at him as he glared at me “says the girl looking at that young innocent boy like a predator" “ I was just looking, there was nothing predatory about it" James nudged my shoulder with a grin "Whatever you say popsicle." “ don't call me that" “why are there so much pastas" James looked horrified when we got to the pasta part of the aisle “ because Italians love their food and can be very particular in taste" “nerd" he coughed out and I kept quiet, leaving him to his vices “ so is it pronounced peni or Penny?" James looked at the box of pasta with a confused expression “ like my teacher plus how should I know, I thought non nerds know it all?" He snorted before we both laughed “ it peh- nay" a voice behind us said We turned to see a woman with dark straight hair hair and a simple sundress. she was young, or at least she looked it and seemed to be very certain about the pasta. “what?” James turned to look at the source of the voice “ sorry sweetie I just said it's pronounced peh-nay" the beautiful woman replied with a nod at the box in James's hand “its an Italian type of pasta mostly used in sauce like meals with lots of meat" she continued “ohhh, I thought pasta was just spaghetti to be honest" James replied slightly embarrassed “I read once that Italians have a lot of pasta James” I said and grinned at him “ we sure do" the woman nods her head “ and each one is for different meals right?” “yes dear" “thanks for your help ma'am" James smiled at her politely before returning the pah ney box and took some spaghetti and dragged me to the self check out spot I turned to again see the woman had focused her attention back to the pastas, she held up two boxes like she was presenting evidence in court,one with little tubes and the other with tiny shells.I wonder what those ones are called, I muse to myself before looking away from her. “do you want Skittles?" James asked a “yes and also M & Ms " I grinned at him “i still don't understand why you like this stuff" he made a face at me but I paid him no attention, completely invested in my Skittles as we headed out the grocery store to walk back home. I looked back again at the woman from earlier, I hope I will be able to know the difference in all pastas when I grow up too.