I smile widely. “Hi, Jade. It’s nice to have you here.”
Jade fidgets in her seat across from me and makes a face. “Well, you kind of forced me here. It’s not like I had any choice in the matter,” she mutters.
I pause, making a face back at her which thankfully, she doesn’t see. I clear my voice. “Well, then. Let’s move on to the interview, shall we?”
“Whatever floats your boat.”
“What’s your favourite colour to wear?”
Jade looks down at herself wearing her dark jeans and t-shirt, then smirks back at me. “What do you think? Black’s obviously the way to go.”
“Noted. How about your favourite colour?”
She smiles at that. “Green, of course. It sure as hell isn’t pink.”
“Is there a particular catch phrase you enjoy?”
“Fuck off,” she states.
I jump. “Excuse me?”
She notices my reaction but doesn’t comment. “Fuck off … my catch phrase. I’ve been newly introduced to fuckery. Like, ‘That’s utter fuckery.’ Yeah … I kind of like that too. Has a nice ring to it.”
I look over at her skeptically. “Okay then. When your birthday?”
“And how old are you?”
“What would be your motto to live by?”
She pauses, contemplating, then scratches the side of her neck and shrugs. “I guess to just be. Who gives a shit what other people think. We need to stop stressing about it.”
“That’s awesome,” I say, nodding. “What’s your favourite class?”
“That’s easy. English. I haven’t told anybody except B but I like to write lyrics. He used to help me out a long time ago before … everything.”
I see her closing up and decide not to delve further, instead asking another light question. “Favourite band?”
“No Doubt, Linkin Park, Foo Fighters, Hollerado, Rise Against … they’re all pretty sick.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Drinking. Know-it-all girls. Country songs.”
“I hate country music,” she says deadpanned.
“Right. What about your likes?”
“Coffee flavoured ice cream. It’s the shit.” One side of her mouth curls upward as she murmurs. “Tattoos … especially on a certain set of forearms …” she trails off.
She obviously starts to daydream about someone.
“How about your celebrity crush?” I ask loudly.
She winces at the sound of my voice but I clearly have her attention again. “Adam Levine. He’s my skinny boy crush. Super hot.”
“Vampires or zombies?”
She glances at me like I just called her a slut. “Zombies, hello? Vampires nowadays have grown quite soft. What happened to all the badasses? Zombies are badass. I like badass.”
“Love or hate?”
“Both. Can’t have one without the other. It’s what makes the world go round. Am I right or am I right?”
“Right … hobbies?”
“I love to run. And music. They both provide fuel for me. Sometimes I need one more than the other depending on the situation but they’re both equally important.”
“I tend to yank my hair when pissed. As you can tell, I like to swear. Sorry if that offends you.” She actually doesn’t look sorry at all but I continue.
“Who do you respect the most?”
“That’s easy. B, my brother. He’s gone through a lot. Likes to hide with that stupid smile of his but I know he still hurts. He’s given up a lot over the years. He’s a recovering alcoholic, you know. But before that he was … legendary.” I notice that her eyes become glossy, like she’s remembering something from long ago.
I can’t wait to interview Bryn.
“Final question of the day—”
I try not to shake my head at Jade. Typical teenager. “What’s your ideal date?”
She raises a brow. “Aren’t you sappy? Ideal date, hmm? I’d like to sit outside in the dark and stare up at the sky; look at all the stars. Just talk. My date would have brought me a tub of ice cream. We’d share, of course, one spoon between the two of us. Simple. That’d be the best kind of date. It’s not necessarily what you do, but who you spend your time with. That’s what makes a date.”
“So true,” I say, smiling at her. “I’m so happy to have had you here today. Glad that we got to know you a bit more.”
“I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from you.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she states with a wink, then gets up and exits the interview room.
I sit back in my chair and breathe a sigh of relief.