She felt ridiculous. She really was not the same person she used to be a year ago. She felt like she fell miles down of the social ladder, and hit every step on the way down. Especially now, as she was on her hands and knees gathering her compact mirror, and other silly little purse things like an empty gum packet empty, empty birth control packages, and much to her horror, unused condom packets. She made a little sound like a small animal when she saw. This was her purse from last year. She really should have emptied this out the evening before, but she lazy, and just threw in her stuff for today.
"No, no, don’t bother, really, just get out of here. You’ll be late for class." She lied. They were both here about fifteen minutes before classes started. She scooped up all the stuff she could gather from arms reach but he beat her to the condom packages. "Oh fuck," And then she saw who grabbed up her other half of her stuff from the ground. "Jesse!" She breathed out happily out of sheer relief. Jesse seemed different. Of course Jesse was, he was thinking about the last time they saw each other, not about the fact that he just picked up her expired condoms. He was utterly speechless, she could tell that much.
"Hey?" She replied back, "Can I have my condoms back?" She reached for his hand and pulled them away, laughing sarcastically, "Don’t really have an excuse to use them these days anyway." This was awkward. Not for her. Really, they were just condoms, but the encounter itself was just uncomfortable especially since Jesse was flustered and silent, now the condoms were just an accommodating factor. But she was over thinking it. Because really, thinking about contraception was better than thinking about being stuck at a police station. Kirby was gonna throw them out, but for now she stuffed them back in her purse pocket, of course the zipper to her secret compartment was broken, that was why they fell out.
"Yeah- sorry." Jesse handed over the condoms- not even aware he was holding something so awkward until she’d mentioned it. He chuckled dryly. "I mean- I don’t have a need for them. I’m like super single and my boyfri… ex boyfriend… He’s a Trevor." Jesse made a face. "Sorry, you’re basically the first person other than my mom or a therapist that I have talked to in like, six months. My words don’t work." He stood back up and starting fingering the hem of his sweater again. There was so much to say, so much that he didn’t wanna say.
How was he even supposed to start? How’s it going, been doing well since our last outing? How’s mom? The little brother? Those knife wounds healing well? I like your hair. “I like your hair.” Jesse said suddenly. “I mean it’s nice. It’s longer. And that’s nice.” His brow furrowed again. When had it gotten so hard to talk to Kirby?
He waited for her to stand with him, debating whether or not it would be a good idea to walk into school together. They were, after all, small town famous. Who knows what kind of whispers would float through the halls if members of the Woodsboro Seven were seen talking. Taking a deep breath, Jesse banished the ideas of clandestine comments behind his back away. He deserved to have a life.. sort of.