Part 4 (1/2)
”Me, a d.i.c.k?” He laughed. ”Do you think I really care that you're dating Angelina? She's a frigid b.i.t.c.h. Good luck with that.”
”I'm not going to hit you, because you deserve to get one dig in,” I said in a low voice. ”But if you ever say anything like that again, I will smack all the teeth out of your mouth. I might be just a nerdy scientist, but I've got a mean right hook.”
”Wow.” Jeremiah surprised me by grinning, his eyes lighting up in respect. ”Where has this Nicholas London been all my life?”
”What do you mean?” Larry said, annoyed. ”Aren't you going to punch him?”
”No.” Jeremiah laughed. ”Only commoners resort to laying hands on each other.”
”I'm a commoner.” I nodded and glared at them both.
”We know,” Larry said, and Jeremiah touched him on the shoulder.
”Calm down, Larry. It's fine.” Jeremiah looked at me and reached his hand out. ”Truce?”
”I never had any problems with you.”
”Good.” Jeremiah nodded. ”Plus the two of you make a great couple. Beauty and charm.”
”Beauty and charm?” I asked with a confused expression.
”She's beautiful and you're charming. It's a perfect combination,” Jeremiah said with a straight face. ”You both deserve each other.”
”Okay, well I'm glad to hear that you don't hate me.” I nodded slowly, not really sure if he'd been complimenting or dissing me.
”That wouldn't be good if three business partners started off hating each other.”
”Business partners?” Larry and I frowned. ”What are you talking about?”
”We're graduating soon.” Jeremiah smiled. ”And I've got a trust fund that needs to be spent. I want us to start a company together. Nick's got the engineering skills; Larry, you can become our attorney once you finish with law school; and I'll be the CEO and in charge of the money.”
”I don't know.” I shook my head, my brain reeling with this offer. ”What would we do?”
”We'd create new products.” Jeremiah nodded. ”That's what you and Oliver like doing, right, Nick?”
”Well, we like experimenting,” I agreed. ”But I've not really created anything yet.”
”What about the self-painter that Oliver's working on?” Jeremiah said casually.
”Oliver's going to be a partner too?” Larry looked annoyed.
”Of course not.” Jeremiah shook his head. ”We'll be Bradley, London, and Maxwell. Oliver can work for us.”
”I don't know,” I said, not really sure what to think of his idea. ”Is everything forgiven?”
”There's nothing to forgive,” Jeremiah said with a magnanimous smile. ”We're brothers. Brothers are always there for each other.”
”I guess so,” I said doubtfully. I wasn't sure what Angelina was going to make of this new development, but maybe she'd be happy. She was the one that had arranged this whole dinner.
”Just promise me one thing.” Jeremiah leaned forward, his eyes sparkling like blue sapphires.
”What's that?”
”If you ever come up with a way to live forever, let me be the first one you tell.” Jeremiah grinned.
”You want to live forever?”
”Doesn't everyone?” He rubbed his hands together. ”I never want to die. I want to rule the world. I want to be a king. A champion. I want to be everlasting.”
”Your legacy could be everlasting,” I said. ”I'm not sure that I can promise you a way to live forever.”
”Don't worry about it.” He grinned. ”I'll think of a way.”
”If anyone can do it, you can,” Larry said loyally.
”That is true.” Jeremiah sat back and grinned to himself. I stared at him in silence and wondered what was going through his brain. Many times I'd stared at Jeremiah and wondered exactly who he was. I didn't think even Larry knew the real Jeremiah. Jeremiah Bradley was an enigma. But if there was anyone that could find a way to live forever, it would be him.
six.
Bianca London Present Day There's a French movie called Jules et Jim. It was a hard movie for me to follow when I first watched it, but the story was so delicately complex that I watched it a second time. And I realized for all its simplicity, it was a touching and crazy roller-coaster ride. The story is an emotional tale of love, l.u.s.t, friends.h.i.+p, betrayal, and hurt, and ultimately when it ends, it leaves you wondering what just happened. On a very base level, it's a movie about two best friends who fall in love with the same girl. On a much deeper level, it's about the things we do to keep the ones we love.
The first time I watched the movie, I was annoyed, because to me everything in life is black-and-white. You either love someone or you don't. And if you love someone, that's it. That was your one true love, that was your soul mate. There were no shades of gray, no in-between. No ”he might be the one or he might not be.” And certainly there was no loving two men at the same time. It just wasn't possible. But now-now I know that everything in life isn't black-and-white. Falling in love and loving someone aren't the be-all and end-all of life either. The idea of having one true love is something we tell ourselves to make our lives easier. Soul mates and destinies are the things of fairy tales. Unfortunately, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't believe in Prince Charming and riding off into the sunset. I'm a much more practical girl. Being in love with someone doesn't always mean letting down your guard 100 percent.
”Where were you?” Jakob's voice was accusing as I let myself into his apartment. His eyes looked worried, and my heart stilled for a few seconds as I took in his appearance. He rushed over to me, his eyes searching mine. His hair was messy, and his hands were clenched as I looked up at him with a weak smile. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed my face and he pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my forehead tenderly. ”I was worried about you, Bianca. I thought someone had come and taken you.”
”I was out,” I said lightly, not wanting to get into a long, drawn-out conversation. And not wanting to give him a reason to tell me I was stupid to have gone out by myself without telling him. I knew I was lucky that Steve and Rosie had let me go, but I was too tired and confused to talk about it right now. I just needed time to think and sort things out in my mind before talking more to Jakob. My meeting with Blake hadn't happened. I'd waited at the coffee shop for about thirty minutes before he'd called me and told me he couldn't come. I'd asked him what it was he'd wanted to tell me, but he'd said he couldn't tell me over the phone. I was worried that someone had gotten to him, but hadn't known what else to do. He'd said to keep my phone close to me and he'd call me again later.
”Out where?” He walked toward me and grabbed my hands. ”I've been worried out of my mind. You didn't answer my calls.”
”Sorry, I was otherwise engaged.” I sighed, sat down on his couch, and leaned back and rubbed my forehead to try to get rid of the dull headache that had taken over my head.
”Doing what?” He sat down next to me, and I looked up into his eyes. He looked stressed out, and I realized how selfish I had been by not calling him back when I'd gone to meet Blake.
”I was watching a video of you, actually,” I said softly, and grimaced slightly as I recalled the video of Jakob and his brother. I'd almost forgotten about that, what with Steve and Rosie showing up.
”A video of me?” His dark blue eyes narrowed, and something flashed across his face as he gazed at me. ”What was I doing in the video?”
”What do you think you were doing?” I pursed my lips and sighed as I gazed up at him. ”What's going on, Jakob? What was David talking about when you had him ti-” I said, and he cut me off before I could finish talking.
”So I've been condemned before trial?” His voice was rough as he looked at me sadly. ”Are you playing judge, jury, and executioner?”
”Jakob, you're misunderstanding me. You don't even know what I saw.” I placed a hand on his shoulder.
”I don't care what you saw.” He shrugged my hand off him. ”At this point in our relations.h.i.+p, it doesn't matter. At this point in our relations.h.i.+p, there shouldn't be anything I have to worry about or anything you have to worry about. If we see or hear something that looks crazy, we shouldn't automatically judge the other person and think that they are in the wrong.” He was getting angrier as he spoke. ”There are two feelings you can live your life by, Bianca: love or fear. What's it going to be?” Jakob's tone was intense as he stared at me. ”Am I constantly going to have to worry that you're not going to trust me, and you'll question me and judge me based on every little thing you see and hear?”
”I think one should use common sense as well,” I said lightly, and stood up. ”Sometimes we can go with love, but other times we have to listen to that fear in our brains. That fear is healthy. That fear can prevent us from entering into situations we shouldn't.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, allowing him to see that I was holding nothing back.