He looked amused as he gazed down the hallway at her. "I have magical powers now?"
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." She glared at him.
He held his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Magical powers it is. Now will you please stay?"
"Fine," she stated only partially reluctant, "I'll stay."
His smile was electric, as compelling as ever. He marched down the hall and threw his arms around her lifting her effortlessly off the ground. A giggle escaped her lips as she latched onto him for support. He quickly placed her back on her feet not wanting to press his luck.
After a short break in which Jack changed into a familiar faded green t-shirt and black athletic shorts, the pair arranged themselves on separate couches in the living room. Jack flipped on the TV setting ESPN's college football predictions as background noise. Lexi lounged back against the brown suede. Her eyes took in the space focusing in on things she hadn't previously noticed. Two copies of Sports Illustrated, a week old Wall Street Journal, and a corner of Maxim were laid out against the walnut coffee table. Heavy black marble coasters sat in a neat stack within a matching enclosure. A vintage lamp sat atop a corner table. There wasn't a single picture frame in the room. As she thought about it, she couldn't remember there being a single picture frame in the whole house similar to an army barracks. When they had been in college, he had an array of picture frames of his family at his parent's country house when he was younger, ridiculous acts captured with him among his college friends, and some amazing photos he had taken himself when he had been in a photography class for a semester. Now, none of that was here. It was like he had erased his past. Lexi felt suddenly out of place. She was a part of his past that he had so easily gotten rid of. She let her eyes rest back on Jack as she tucked her hair behind her ears several times knowing full well she was giving herself away.
"Why are you so nervous?" he asked, resting his arm across the back of the couch and fixing her with an attentive gaze.
"I'm not nervous," she mumbled.
"You're doing that thing with your hair," he said pointing it out just as a lock was placed behind her ear. She caught herself doing it and quickly snapped her hand down to her side. "It's kind of endearing, but you always do it when you're nervous or anxious."
"Well…I haven't seen you in a long time. I just can't believe I'm actually here."
"I can't believe you're actually here either."
Lexi's eyes made their way back to him. "Hey, that shirt!"
He looked down at what he was wearing. "Yeah?"
"Oh my God, you're wearing the carnival shirt," she said seeing the worn outline of a Ferris wheel.
"Oh yeah. I guess it is. It's the most comfortable thing I own." She stared longer her mind whirling. "Do you still have yours?"
She giggled convulsively then sprinted to the guest bedroom. When she returned, she had a flimsy green shirt in her hand. The material had several tiny tears. It had been washed and worn so many times it was practically sheer. He nodded his approval only mildly surprised that she still owned the thing. She tossed the shirt onto the back of the couch and lounged back again.
After a brief pause, Lexi spoke up again. "So what did Danielle and Kate tell the new girl? I mean I'm guessing that's who she talked to."
"Yeah, she met both of them. It was almost as strange as calling you. Well maybe not quite that strange." Her eyes narrowed when he winked at her and stuck out his tongue. "Anyway, Danielle agreed immediately. Thankfully, she had no qualms about meeting Bekah. Her and I broke up on good enough terms, you know, for it not to be an issue."
Lexi giggled. "That's not how I remember it."
"Luckily, that's how she remembered it," he said sighing. "I haven't spoken to her much since then, but her sister lives in Atlanta now so she came and stayed with her for the weekend."
"Does she still live in Savannah?" Lexi thought it was humorous that she was able to have this conversation at all. When she had first found out that Danielle even existed, she was so furious that she was certain she would never talk to Jack again, let alone spend time with him.
"Yeah. She's married now to some redneck that dropped out of high school the year I graduated. He's a real winner," he added smugly. "She's raising his two kids from a previous marriage, and she's pregnant with another. You could only just tell when she was here. Anyway, she told Bekah our story; that we dated in high school and my first year or so of college. The distance thing," he stated vaguely, "didn't work out for us, and so we broke up. End of story."
"So nothing about me then?" Lexi asked just trying to get all the information she could.
"Uh...I never told her about you," Jack said shifting uncomfortably.
"Oh, well that's probably for the better," she said trying not to convey her emotions too strongly. There had been plenty of reasons for Jack and Danielle breaking up. The distance and Lexi were just two of the many. But if Danielle hadn't said anything about the others, Lexi wasn't going to be the one to bring them up. "What about Kate? Obviously she brought me up, so I'm sure her story was interesting," she stated sarcastically.
"Ugh," he groaned. "Do we have to talk about Kate? I know how you feel about her. I know how she feels about you. And now Bekah knows how Kate feels about you. And let's just say, it wasn't a conversation I wanted to be present for."
"Oh," Lexi replied slightly taken aback. She hadn't really thought about what Kate might have said about her beyond the usual. Lexi had been so concerned with what she was going to tell Bekah, that it hadn't even crossed her mind what Kate might have said about her. "Did she claim that I was the reason that you wouldn't commit to her?" she asked finally.
He let out a puff of air. "Not exactly, but you didn't help anything either."
"Me? You were the one…"
He cut her off. "I said, let's not talk about Kate."
She quieted, her chest heaving up and down in a familiar burst of anger. "Fine."
"What are you going to tell her?" he asked hesitantly.
She shook her head deep in thought. She still wasn't sure herself. At first, she had been certain that she was going to tell his girlfriend how Jack was an awful terrible person, and that Bekah better get out before things went downhill. After all, that was what she had told Chyna she was going to do. That's what she had screamed at Jack in the hallway. But, after finally being in his presence, Lexi wasn't sure if she could do it. "I'm not sure yet."
"There's just so much you could tell her," he stated vaguely. Lexi could tell he seemed a bit anxious about the whole situation.
"I know." And she did. Their history went back for six years and the fact that they hadn't been together made the whole story juicier. It also made it potentially a hundred times more damaging for him depending on what Lexi revealed.
"Did you mean what you said in the bedroom? That you were going to tell her not to make the same mistake you did."
"I did when I said it," she offered. "But I was angry, and now I'm not so sure."
"I guess that's good thing," he said being optimistic to the prospects. She could tell he wanted to ask more questions. To find out if he was the mistake she had spoken of or if there was something more specific, but he held his tongue. Lexi was grateful for that. She didn't really want to have the conversation.
Lexi pushed her hair behind her ear again before asking the question that had been nagging at her since Jack had called the first time. "Why didn't you tell her about me? You had to know Kate was going to say something."
He ran his hands back through his hair several times thinking the question over. He adjusted his position so that he was lying with his head back against the armrest before addressing her. "I didn't want her to know about you. I..." he paused collecting his thoughts once again. "I met Bekah shortly after you and I…well…you know. I had no interest in dating anyone. But when I told you she was about as persistent as I am, I wasn't lying. After a few unremarkable dates with her, I called the whole thing off."
Lexi looked over at him surprised. She had assumed their relationship was picture perfect. IT was refreshing to hear that it wasn't. "Why? What happened?" she asked curiously.
"She wasn't you."
Lexi gulped. She wanted to just scream at him for not calling her afterwards, for not calling a month later, a year later. Everything could have been fixed, if he'd just called. But instead he'd been with another woman. Now the distance between them was unbearable.
"Bekah doesn't take no for an answer," he continued. "When I was practically catatonic after I left New York, and she slowly brought me out of all of that. I stopped trying to see you in her, I found that the next few dates went much better. I found I could like her. Soon we were together all the time. The relationship progressed rather quickly from there."
Lexi sighed heavily. The way his eyes lit up at the mention of their relationship pained Lexi. She could tell Bekah made him happy...happier than she had ever been capable of making him. Their relationship was everything she had hoped for with Jack, but had never been afforded.
"I don't know how much more you want to know, but Bekah wanted to move in with me when her lease ran out. Her parents are pretty well-off and were helping her financially. They told her they would cut her off if she moved in with her boyfriend before got get engaged. That's pretty much where we are now."
"So, it's not because she wants to get married so desperately? It's about money and moving in with you?" Lexi asked trying to process this new information. Jack had made Bekah situation seem much more...desperate on the phone.
"No. No. No. It's really about her wanting to get married," he remanded hastily. "She is playing it off like those are the real reasons. Honestly, she doesn't really need her parents' money or approval," he finished. Well that was interesting. Even though Lexi wasn't really looking forward to meeting Bekah, she had obviously captured something with Jack. Lexi was kind of curious about her.
"Can I ask you something?" Lexi asked sitting up to get a better look at him.
"You just did."
"Ha. Ha," she said dryly. A smile appeared on his face as he sat up to meet her gaze.
"Sure go ahead."
"Where are all your picture frames?" Whatever he had been anticipating, that hadn't been it. "You used to have a ton of them, but I didn't see any."
"When you were snooping?" he asked playfully. She nodded. His smile waned slightly when he responded. "The glass broke in a bunch of them when I moved here, and the rest are in my closet."
"Why didn't you put those up? I mean at least the woods shot," she said remembering a particular black and white photograph of a rickety bridge overtop of a small creek surrounded by age old pine trees at sunrise. It had always been her favorite.
"I don't have it anymore," he said sheepishly, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Where did it go?" she asked honestly intrigued. He had always loved that picture too. For the longest time, it had hung in a thick black poster sized frame above his bed.