That was so typical of him. How did someone not take that personally? It was sort of a personal thing. Frowning further, and resisting the urge to give him another kick under the table, Jenny turned away to glance toward the rest of the diner instead.
"Whatever. As usual, you entirely miss the point."
"I couldn't see you. Not after the dance and you were there and I was off being a jerk. I'd only spoke to you earlier. I should have known something was up."
Usually he waited until Jenny was finished to light up, but with the red flushing up his cheeks his felt the need for some nicotine in his lungs and searched for his lighter.
"What, you're supposed to be a mindreader now? Nobody knew anything was up, nothing was up. I just.. had an accident," Jenny replied. When he began the search for the lighter, she didn't even bother to scold him.
"Just forget about the dance. That's the last thing on my mind," she murmured. She had only eaten a couple of fries, and two of her chicken fingers, but she felt sort of full. This conversation was putting her off of food. "You wanna go back to the car? I'm done if you are."
Charlie said nothing but fished in his pocket and chucked ten bucks on the table. This place was cheap, it added to his fondness for it. He scooted out of the booth, unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He must have left his lighter in the car. Finding a couple of ones in his pocket and tipped the waitress with a crooked smile which she returned.
"I've forgotten it" he said finally, holding the door open for Jenny once again.
"Good. Now we don't have to talk about it anymore. I've had so many better good things happen since then to dwell on that.. my mom has even cut her calls down to every second day instead of twice every day," Jenny replied, stepping outside as he held the door for her. "At least I can put a window down in the car," she mused, crossing the parking lot slowly and making her way over to said vehicle. She waited, hand on the handle, for him to unlock it for her.
"Your mom is crazy" Charlie said for maybe the millionth time. He unlocked the car and climbed in, unlocking her side and then grabbing under his seat for a lighter. They were always in the places you didn't want them to be. Feeling the cold metal onhis fingertips he dragged it out of its hiding place and shook it in Jenny's direction.
"No need to panic" he mumbled, lighting the cigarette and unwinding his window.
"So what good things have happened" he asked curiously as he started the car up and blasted some warm heat. It was pretty chilly outisde.
"My mum is not crazy, she just.. cares a little too much sometimes," Jenny retorted, rolling down her own window as well. She was quiet for a few moments as he started up, only glancing at him for a moment when he asked what good things had happened. She knew her cheers were probably a little flushed.
"Nothing, just stuff. Why do you care? If you weren't ditching me, you'd know already."
"Your mom is batshit insane, but it's the good kind that gives you cookies and shit. My mom is batshit insane and spanks me with a broom" he joked.
Pulling out onto the road they cruised along, he was happy. He sucked the air between his teeth before taking another drag. "Harsh words" he simply replied and let the silence hang there. She usually had to tell him when stuff like this happened.
"You love being spanked, don't even try to deny it," she teased him.
She too allowed their silence to hang for a while, staring out of her window again, before she finally looked back to him. "I did something. On New Years eve. That I normally.. wouldn't do," she said simply, trailing off again, turning back to face the window. "Something that I, really.. haven't done that much of since we broke up. If you know what I'm saying. That's what happened. Sort of."
"Shut up!" Jenny snapped quickly as she was turning back to face him, her cheeks fully flushed now. She was barely resisting the urge to swat him; driving the car was the only thing saving him. "This is why I don't tell you anything private. I didn't get laid, I.. I don't know. I was intimate, yes. But I wouldn't word it as crudely as you."
"No, I am not! I just happen to have more than an ounce of self respect, unlike you?" Jenny replied, rolling her eyes. "What would you rather me say? I got fucked on New Years? Because I didn't even, technically, for the record. Not that it's even a bit of your business."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "There is nothing wrong with intimate."