CHAPTER 2
When I woke up again, I wad alone. The room was cold and dark, I squinted into the darkness. I shivered slightly and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. It was too thin and really did nothing, but it added some sort of warmth. I shivered once again, surprised how cold the room really was.
I heard the rain crash against the windows, heavy and demanding. It was as if it was determined to find a weakness, and at any moment invade.I for once felt scared, I had always loved the rain. As the thunder and lightning began, as did my real fear.
I leaned back into the bed, trying to ignore the loud clangs. I heard a tiny click, and my heart sped up. Joey Potter was scared, and I was never one to be scared. I heard light footsteps, and someone touch my hand. The rough skin, was so familiar to me that instantly I felt safe.
"Jo, you ok?" Pacey asked, his voice sounded rough with worry.
"I'm okay, where's Dawson?" I asked, holding his hand tightly.
"With Molly, he can't leave her alone. She's got him wrapped around her little finger already" Pacey chuckled.
"Lucky girl" I smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see me. He sat down next to me, still holding my hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again.
"Pace, can you stay for a bit?" I asked.
"No problem Jo" He replied.
"Have you seen Molly?" I asked.
"Yeah, she is perfect" Pacey laughed.
I bit my lip, and he understood my silent worry. I could see his face now, and I could see him look away from me.
"It's okay Jo, she doesn't" He muttered.
"Yet" I murmured.
"I know" He sighed.
The problem was, I wanted her too. The triangle, wasn't a triangle. It was a straight line, with one blurred connecting line. I wanted to get rid of that line, I wanted the straight line to remain. Pacey didn't say anything after that, I think he thought I fell asleep. I couldn't sleep, my eyes wide open.
Finally after what seemed like a year, he spoke.
"We should work this out" Pacey sighed. I knew he hated talking, especially about feelings. I could sense the urgency in his tone, and I knew we needed to indeed talk about the situation.
"Pace" I sighed, "Not now"
"I know your tired" He began.
"No Pacey, I don't want to talk about this yet. We will, but not now" I muttered.
"Jo" He began, I could hear the frustration in his voice.
"I will figure it out Pace" I snapped.
"And me? What do I do?" He snapped back.
"Please Pacey, not now" I hissed. I could hear him inhale sharply, trying to control his anger.
"Tell me this Jo, please at least this?" He begged, his grip tightening slightly.
I waited, already knowing his question.
"Me or him?"