Tattoo: Zelda look-alike on right forearm
DAY FOURHot-headed: Wussy, passive-aggressive kicking of a pool chaise in lieu of chewing out Zelda.
Jesse stretched in the morning, working out his sore muscles. He was still fighting this cold... or whatever it was. He hoped he'd passed it on to Zelda. Of all the immature... self-absorbed... ARG... it made him so mad even thinking about her!
Nothing blew off some steam like getting pumped up. With that in mind, he headed over to the gym.
He really pushed himself today.
As he was pumping iron, he saw a familiar set of thighs right by his head. “How's it going Jess?” Ayesha asked. “You're lifting like a pansy!”
Jesse pushed at her legs. “Put your money where your mouth is, wimp!” he teased. “Come on, I'll train you!”
Laughing, he tapped her leg. “I told you. You're a wimp!” he said as she struggled to lift the weights he'd been lifting. "Don't have much to say now, do ya?"
"You... stink..." Ayesha managed to grate out.
Jesse laughed. "Come on, go wash up. You're taking me out for dinner."
Without waiting for her reply, he turned to jog downstairs. He actually started humming in the shower. Man, he hadn't felt this good in a long while!
He'd just jumped out of the shower and was in the process of gussying up when he got a phone call.
It was Xander.
"Hey, bro. I just heard something that I think you should know..."
Jesse had almost dropped his phone from lifeless fingers. Completely forgetting Ayesha, he tore out of the gym over to Zelda's
He knew someone was home, but no one was answering the door. He rang the doorbell three times and then ran around back and tapped on the window.
"I see you Zelda! Come talk to me!" He'd said as he pounded the glass. She didn't even look his way as she headed to her room.
Son of a...
Angrily, he kicked the pool chaise and gone home to brood...