Third Eye Love You.
I sat up as I read the title again. Folding my legs underneath me, I read her words carefully.
Third Eye Love You
It’s the little things.
The little jokes.
The little looks.
The little touches.
The little light that ignites the eye when he sees her.
It’s the little things.
The little sighs.
The little comments.
The little flirtations.
The little smile that lights the face when she sees him.
It’s the little things.
My third eye never misses the little things.
Each time electricity crackles between she and he, my third eye sees and says nothing.
And when I ask myself why, it’s clear that it’s the little things.
The little hurt.
The little ache.
The little pain.
The little break that cracks my heart when I see them and know it’s real.
It’s the little things.
The little like.
The little love.
The little hope.
The little dream that tells me that she and he are meant to be.
It’s the little things.
My third eye never misses the little things.
Each time thunder rumbles inside of me, my third eye knows and says nothing.
And when I ask myself why, it’s clear that I don’t want to be left alone in the storm.
I closed the book and thought about the words and what they could’ve meant. I read it again. I was only halfway through it the second time when I heard the front door open.
Jumping to my feet, I ignored the flutter that danced in my belly and flew out of the room. “Jay!”
He looked alarmed. “Why are you yelling and running at me?”
“We need to talk,” I responded, instantly regretting using those dreaded four words.
He cringed. “Can I put my stuff down first?”
“Yeah,” I answered, shifting from one foot to the other. “I bought you a cinnamon roll when you’re ready.”
He looked at the box sitting on the counter and then let out an aggravated sigh. “You know I can’t resist cinnamon rolls.”
I smiled. “I know.”
He met me on the couch five minutes later. “What’s up?” he asked before taking a bite.
The icing dribbled on his lip and for a second, I wanted to lick it off. Instead, I looked away.
“I talked to Mrs. Yates today,” I started. “We’d been playing phone tag. She called on Monday morning when my phone was dead, and even though I called her yesterday, she wasn’t able to get back to me until today.”
“Any news?”
“Mrs. Yates knows there’s a conspiracy against me.”
He coughed, choking on the bite he’d just taken. “What?”
I nodded. “She wouldn’t say much about what she knows though. She said she couldn’t talk about it.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Probably not great, but she believes me. She knows I didn’t have anything to do with what happened. She said she shouldn’t say much more, but she knew I didn’t do anything to Carter.”
“That’s good. That’s a win,” Jay assured me as he chewed. “Is that what she called to tell you?”
“No, she called to tell me the cause of death was smoke inhalation.”
We were both quiet for a moment.
“She’s looking for the truth,” I told him with a hopeful smile. “I don’t think she’s going to rest until the truth comes out. I think it’s going to be okay.”
He wiped his hand with a napkin and rocked his shoulder into me. “It’s going to be better than okay. You’re going to be good.”
I hooked my arm around his, keeping our bodies in contact. “Are we going to be good?”
“Yes.” He sat back, removing his arm from being pinned to mine and draped it around my shoulders instead. “We’re good.”
“Can we talk it out and—?”
My phone rang loudly, interrupting my sentence. I glanced on the table and saw it was from Aiden.
Of all the times he could’ve called, why now? I grumbled to myself as I redirected my attention to Jay.
From his set jaw, it was clear he saw the call. “You can take it. It’s cool.”
I ignored the call. “No. We’re in the middle of a conversation. And I wanted to talk about what happened between us. Our friendship—”
The phone rang again. Aiden’s name flashed across the screen again. I felt like he was calling to get a thank you for the flowers, so I didn’t want to answer the phone. But I could almost see the wheels turning in Jay’s head and I started to feel like not answering the call looked bad.
“Pick it up,” he dared me.
So, I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Did you notice anyone else in Gino’s when we were there?” Aiden questioned loudly.
I jumped, not expecting those to be the first words out of his mouth. “What?”
“At Gino’s! Was someone else in the restaurant?”
“No… not that I can remember. Why?”
“That email,” he growled. “I’m going to fucking kill someone.”
“What’s going on?”
Jay stopped pretending he wasn’t listening and looked directly at me, brows furrowed.
Aiden let out a string of expletives.
“What’s going on?” I asked again, holding Jay’s gaze. “I don’t know what email you’re talking about.”
“Check the school email account. Someone is sending out bullshit speculating about what happened at the party,” Aiden replied heatedly.
Jay already had his phone in his hand and the look on his face made my stomach sink.
“I’ll check it out and call you back,” I told him.
Before he could
