When my Uncle Sam was 6 months old, a demon killed his mom. Ever since then, my grandpa, who died when I was 6, my Uncle Sam, and my dad, Dean, hunted the creatures that hurt people. As for me, my mom dropped me off with my dad when I was 1. He tells me she didn't want kids.
But anyway, that's the story. Now I'm 17, and even though I hunt occasionally, when dad lets me, I have to go to school. I've tried to convince dad to let me help him and drop out of school, but he won't listen. So I made a deal; I go to school and we stay in the same place until I graduate. He agreed, but he and Sam go all over the place when they're on a case.
At this moment, I'm walking to my locker to grab my jacket. Why do they make schools so freaking cold?! As I'm grabbing my jacket, I feel two hands cover my eyes. "Guess who?" A voice says into my ear, making me shiver. I turn around, and look up into chocolate brown eyes, and smile. "Hey, Jake."I say, "have a good weekend?" He nods, "Yeah, pretty good. How bout you? Do any hunting?" He asks, knowingly. I shake my head. Jake is the only one who knows about what we do. The only reason I told him was because I got hurt on a job, and I asked him to cover for me at school. And because I like him. Like, a lot. He knows I like him, at least I think he does, and I know he likes me, but we haven't kissed or gone on a date or anything. I've known him since we moved here, so about 6 years. He's my best friend.
I wish I could add boyfriend to that list.
My dad and Sam are out in Kansas, and I'm home alone, which wouldn't be bad normally, however, I keep hearing this scratching noise. I'm so scared right now. You are a hunter, Alexis! My conscience screams. Yeah, you're right. I'm not scared of a little noise. I've killed vampires, wendigos, leviathans, even a demon or two, I agreed. So I got up and stepped outside.
I go around the side of the house, and look up where I thought I heard the noise. I see a dark shadow. I almost scream, but stop when I see his face.
"Jake!?" He turns and squints, "Hey, Lex. Whatcha doing up so late?"
He climbs down while I half yell, half whisper.
"What am I doing up, in my house? What are you doing here?"
"My moms out on a date, she told me to stay out of the house tonight, guess he's the one." He says sarcastically. His mom wasn't around much, she liked to date a lot and sometimes she did drugs, most nights coming home drunk with a new man. "Okay, well, you could've called. Or here's an idea, knock." I emphasis the 'k'. He smiles and nods apologetically.
"Sorry." I just laugh and hug him. Darn this boy, I can't ever stay mad at him when he smiles like that. "Come into the house, we can watch a movie or something." I walk up the steps and open the door, motioning for him to follow.
We pick out a movie, some horror film Jake wanted to see, and sat on the couch. I sit on one end, he sit on the other. Not even halfway through, and I was scared to death. I wanted to get closer when the first jump scare came, but I was nervous he'd think I was clingy. I zone back into reality just as something really scary happens. I scream, and jump, ending up smack dab right next to Jake. I smile, still frightened, but he just laughs and puts him arm around me. I look into his eyes, he looks into mine, and I feel myself moving closer and closer, this is it! We're gonna kiss! My insides are screaming. But right before we touch, he pulls away, and smiles softly. "I really like you, Lex." I just nod. It's all I can do. He leans closer, presses his lips against mine, I feel fireworks going off everywhere. I pull back, "I really like you too, Jake." He smiles. Wait. We just kissed. What does this mean? "I think the movies over." I look at the tv, and sure enough, the credits are rolling.
But who cares. The boy who I've liked forever just kissed me.