Jacob listened carefully, keeping his expression carefully neutral. ...he'll talk to me again... Boy trouble. Katherine Goldstein was having boy trouble. Well, it wasn’t quite the conversation he’d expected to have with her. But if it was enough to trouble her like this, then it was probably serious. And Jacob wasn’t about to question that. She’d done something she regretted, said something worse, and said boy, whoever he was, was angry, or upset, or something. At least that’s what he gathered from her explanation.
For a moment, Jacob just sat in silence, brow furrowed in a distinctly Jacob-like way as he went through the information again in his head. Twice, actually, to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. And then he nodded, as if to himself and then got back to his feet. He went directly to the freezer, looked around for a moment, and then pulled out a full tub of ice cream. From a drawer, came two spoons, and then he sat down again. He pried the lid off and stuck the two spoons into the ice cream.
No, he wasn’t a girl or anything. But he had a sister who had been crushing on boys for a couple years now. He’d had to comfort the poor girl once or twice and it generally involved ice cream and Disney movies. Well, he didn’t know if Katherine had any Disney movies – for some reason, she didn’t quite strike him as wanting to watch The Lion King very often – but the ice cream was something, anyway.
He took the first spoonful, licking it clean before looking at her again. He thought he had this more or less figured out by now. Katherine was the type of girl to scoff at the antics of those who felt bad coming out a relationship. She didn’t think it was a big deal to her. And now he began to wonder if it was because she’d never actually liked some before. Perhaps she could laugh off stupid crushes because she’d never come off a bad one before. That certainly made this scenario a lot easier to understand. Jacob decided to tentatively go off that. He was almost certain he would get more out of her later. It was still Katherine after all. There was only one thing that was really bothering home.
So he took his time coming to the question, not quite looking at her as he took another spoonful of ice cream for himself. Until finally, “Who is he. Or was he, rather?”