"Jacob Black is coming here?" I asked my mother.
"Yes Reyona, and I expect you to be nice to him! Treat him like family, I know you guys haven't always gotten along but it's been nearly a century since you've seen each other. Who know's, maybe you'll get along?" she said pounding out the chicken for tonight's dinner; chicken parmesan.
"Fine. Don't expect me to be nice, but I won't he a full bitch off the bat."
"HEY language!" I rolled my eyes, grabbed a bottle and went upstairs to my room. I texted my best friend Lacey. Her real name is Lucelle, but she feels it's an old lady name so we call her Lacey.
'Guess what fucker is coming to my house this summer!'
'the love of your life, JACOB!'
'I do NOT love that kid! Ugh just when I thought I would have a good summer he fucking ruins it all!'
'Why do you hate him the much?'
'He always picks on me! He's a cocky asshole. He said and I quote, "I'm god's gift to women!" '
'When was this?'
'The last time I saw him about 6yrs ago'
'he sounds arrogant!'
'just be prepared bc I WILL be at ur house everyday he is here!'
'how pissed would you be if he's completely different and sexy as fuck?'
'It won't be that way. It can't be that way..'
'Think about it!'
'Well I guess I'll see tomorrow.'
'he's coming tomorrow?'
'yeah! I have less than 24 hours to password lock my laptop, iPod and my phone! Oh and probably the door to my room'
'lmaoo good luck(: gotta go I get to clean for the next few hours! :('
'yeah good luck haha.'
I set password for everything now before I forgot, after dinner I headed out to the store and bought a padlock with a key for my door. I went home screwed it on my door and put the key through a string to wear as a necklace.
(THE NEXT DAY)
When I woke up in the morning my mom was obviously pissed about the new lock on my door.
"I don't want him going through my stuff!"
"Take it down!" she ordered. I huffed rolled my eyes and went in the living room. I'm fucking 18! A soon to be senior for gods sake, I can't temporarily have a lock on my door? Whatever, it's staying! There was a knock on the door, I walked over and opened it.
"Yeah?" I asked to some guy standing there. He had some suitcases and was dressed a little nicely.
"Hi I was wondering if-"
"Lemme save ya breath buddy, whatever you're selling or trying to preach, we don't want any! Goodbye!" I closed the door and walked off.
"Who was it?" my mom yelled from upstairs.
"Jahovas Whitness!" I yelled back.
"Jacob and his dad should be here any minute so put on a nice face!" she yelled back.
"I'll try." I mumbled. My mom came down stairs and saw my bag on the couch.
"What's that?" she asked.
"My stuff for Lacy's house...remember we've had this planned for months, I'm not backing down on her."
"We'll see." she said and went in the kitchen. I followed her.
"We'll see? I'm not canceling last minute!"
DING-DONG the doorbell rang.
"That's them!" she lightly chimmed and smiled going into the living room. I stayed in the kitchen grabbed some iced tea and went to put it in my bag in the living room, I completely ignored the fact that the most annoying human being on earth and his father were in my house. I showed two bottles of iced tea I. My bag before my mom cleared her throat.
"Reyona aren't you going to greet out guests?" my mom asked politely. I looked up but didn't see Jacob or his dad.
"Mom you let him in?"
"Reyona!" she yelled a little, shocked.
"Why are you wasting their time? That's not our religion!" I asked her, it was the guy from earlier, I went back to my bag.
"No Reyona this is Jacob." I looked up slowly.
"Jacob Black?" I asked.
"Hey." he said shyly. I starred at him. He's tall, tan and buff! Short black slightly spiked hair, chocolate brown eyes. He looked hot! Not to mention how deep his voice was it suited him perfectly. He smiled at me, I looked down at my bag then went back in the kitchen. I wonder if he's still an asshole? I pulled out a knife and started to cut carrots.
"So...what? No 'how are you' or smart remark?" Jacob asked coming in the kitchen scaring me, I dropped the knife and it fell to the floor.
"Thanks, there's nothing better to cook with than a dirty knife." I said picking it up and washing it off.
"The floors dirty, good to know." he said.
"So..."
"Here it comes."
"How are you?" I asked trying to seem interested.
"Well I've been called a Jehovah's Witness twice today, which by the way, is the nicest thing i've been called in a while."
"I'm not surprised." he smiled.
"and I have to spend my summer with the one person on earth that wouldn't spit on me if I were on fire." he said looking at me.
"I don't know if I would take it THAT far, but yeah pretty close to that." I put the carrots in a pot full of hot water on the stove and covered it with a lid.
"So you really don't like me, do you?" he asked smiling.
"What? Where is this coming from?"
"Well were spending the summer together, might as well try not to kill me."
"I'm not gonna kill you...at least not on purpose."
"That males me feel so much better!" he said sarcastically. "So what's for dinner?"
"Steak, steamed veggies and mash potatoes." I said stirring my carrots.
"Sounds delish. Need any help?" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"From you?" I looked him up and down, "No thanks."
"Okay." he said hurt.
"You're a guest, go sit."
"Your guest wants to help."
"You really wanna help me?" I asked looking at him.
"Yes!" he said excited.
"Them go sit down!" I ordered. He held up his hands as in surrender and went in the living room.
My mom brought the food out to the table and all four of us sat down to eat. I was silent through it all.
"Well Billy it was great to see you again," I gave him a hug, ",but I must be going. I've had these plans for months and I can't break them, sorry."
"No worries." he said with a smile.
"Bye ma, don't wait up, I'll probably sleep there too."
"Uh uh uh! You will be here tonight to sleep AND I want you to take Jacob." I dropped my bag.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me."
"He wouldn't wanna come." I said grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
"Did you ask him?" I let out a sigh. I looked to Jacob and of course he was smiling.
"I'd love to go!" he said and hoped up.
"Of course you would!" I smiled. "Happy?" I asked my mom.
"Very! Have a good time!" she smiled I walked outside and didn't bother waiting for him to follow.
"wait up!" he said and jogged to catch up to me.
"You know, you could been cool about that!"
"and what, let you ditch me there with our parents? I don't think so." I shook my head and just kept on walking. A little longer of walking and Lacey started to be in my view.
"Hey." I said to her, she just nodded and smiled. "Please let's hurry!" I said to her. We walked faster than Jacob and let him follow us.
"So that's him, huh?" she asked quietly to me.
"Yup! My mom insisted he come over, sorry."
"Don't be, he's hot!" she smiled. I heard Jacob kick something, I'm assuming a rock, because it hit my foot and made me trip.
"and clearly an ASSHOLE!" I said loud, he laughed a little to himself. When we got to her house we texted each other to keep our conversation private from Jacobs ears. About an hour and a half later Jacob got a call
"I'll be right there!" he said into his phone. "My dads leaving I'm gonna go say bye." he said standing.
"Didn't ask." I said and flipped a page in a magazine. He stood there for a second. "You better say you had a good time here or you're are going to regret it! For the rest of your life, trust me on that!"
"Yes, sir!" he did a soldiers solute.
"Oh you're so funny!" I squinted at him and he left.
"You can't yell he likes you?" she said when he left and hit me in the arm with a pillow.
"What?"
"He's a total flirt and super cute!"
"I mean I'll admit he's hot, but he's still an asshole!"
"a sexy asshole." she said quietly and we laughed.
We gossiped for a while, talked Bout Jacob some more, and four hours later my mom texted me and said it was time to go home. I sighed and walked home alone. When I got in I went upstairs straight to my room. I took my necklace off and got my key ready. When I got to my room there was no door.
"What the fuck?" I walked in and saw Jacob laying on the second bed in my room. He took over the right half of my room.
"Where the hell is my door and what the fuck are you doing in my room?"
"Hello roomie!" he smiled and held an electric screw driver in his hands.
"No no no no. I don't share my room. Especially with you! MOTHER!" I yelled.
"I told you to take the lock off. You would still have a door if you listened.
"Why is he in my room?"
"his room too for the summer!"
"What? We never discussed this!"
"Where did you think he would stay?"
"The den."
"Where I work? I don't think so."
"So I have no privacy, great! And what about when I have company over?"
" 'Company' is not allowed in your room anyways." she smirked. "and plus Jacob is gay! Don't worry about privacy." she walked away. I turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look I could give.
"So sorry I missed your coming out party!" I spat at him.
"How else would I convince her we should share a room?" he smiled.
"You really hate me that much?"
"The complete opposite, actually." I shook my head.
"Whatever! Don't get comfortable, you'll be begging to leave this room soon.
"Correction, you'll be begging me to stay!" he said and winked at me.
"EWW." I said and shook it off. I sat on my bed and looked around my room. He had only been in my room a few hours and already it smells like his cologne.
"What's with all the Bruno Mars posters on the wall?"
"He's an amazing singer! I love him!"
"Are you a hooligan?" he asked
I showed him my wrist, which had a hooligan bracelet on it, he just nodded.
"I hope you don't mind if I decorate?"
"Of course I mind! You're only here for the summer, you don't get to change shit!"
"Why are you so angry towards me!" he asked hurt.
"You seriously asked me that?"
"Uh...yeah.."
"Hmm let's see. Maybe because you're always an asshole to me, you're cocky and arrogant, and the last time I saw you, you called me a cruel, heartbreaking, lying, backstabbing bitch! That's not something you can easily get over." I said and turned away from him.
"That was 6 years ago Rey." he said softly.
"But it still hurt me! You had always been mean to me, but that crossed the line."
"I was only 13."
"and I was 12! I know how to count back 6 years! That's not the issue, it was your choice of words! When will you learn that?" he sat on his bed and didn't say another word to me for the rest of the night. I took a shower later on, put on my normal tank top and shorts as pajamas and went back to my room.