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Rain and Bagel Bites
"Are you sure you're okay?", Jacob asked for the millionth time.
"Yes! I'm sure! I'm fine, okay?", I replied, curious as to why he was so worried. He hardly knew me!
"Ok...", he tried to agree, still unconvinced.
"Here's French", he says halfheartedly, opening the door for me.
"Thank you!", I said politely, shocked as to why he was being so nice. Does he like me? No... I just met him!
"No problem!", he replies, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Mr. Black and Ms. Stark! I don't usually accept late arrivals, but I will let it pass this time, as it is your first day.", says Ms. Chappelle.
"Thank you Ms. Chappelle", I say, Jacob nodding in agreement.
"Let's sit together.", we both say in unison.
"Ok, sorry. At the back?", I laugh.
"Sure", he says, noticing everyone staring at us, including one of his buff friends, who shoots him a questioning look, looking back and forth between me and Jacob as we take our seats in the back of the room. Ms. Chappelle continues to lecture, me and Jacob shuffling through our binders for supplies.
"Dammit", Jacob curses.
"What happened?", I inquire.
"Oh,sorry, I just need a piece of binder paper I forgot my notebook at home, and I don't have any binder paper", he looks at me sheepishly.
"Sure!", I say, a little too enthusiastically, selecting a crisp, new piece of paper from my organized binder.
"Thank you.", he takes the paper and our hands meet for a spilt second, my breathing suddenly increased, volts of electricity surging through my body. He's stares at me, and I blush and look away, making an excuse to write something down. After that, I'm too shy to look back, so I just focus on class, until the bell rings for study hall. I take out my English homework and start to work on it.
"What's wrong?", Jacob asks, sounding hurt.
"I...", I turn around and look into his deep, dark eyes, and my heart melts for a moment.
"I just kind of got shy for a moment", I say, blushing and looking down at my navy shoes.
"Why?", he asks his voice suddenly deeper and husky. I start fidgeting, and look back up at him, my heart picking up pace again.
"Umm... I...", I stutter, clearly at a loss for words.
"You've-been-really-nice-to-me-and-I-kind-of...", I speak fasts and then trail off, not sure as to why I'm letting him make me spill my deepest, darkest secrets. Then the bell rings. Talk about being 'saved by the bell', huh?
"I gotta go", I say grabbing my stuff, and kind of running out the door to my locker.
I unlocked my locker, shoved my stuff inside my backpack, put my jacket on, and put the hood up as I walked outside. It's raining heavily. I grab my earbuds out of my pocket and plug them into my phone, as I walk to the car, getting into the drivers side, plopping my backpack down on the passenger seat, and turning the heat on, rubbing my hands together. I drive home, enjoying the pounding of the rain on the windshield, the wipers pushing the water back off of the windshield, making patterns of light dance across the seats.
I drive into my garage, heading inside, and dropping my soaking wet backpack on the floor, taking all of my papers and books out so that they wouldn't get ruined. I rushed upstairs to take a hot shower, and change into some sweatpants and a sweater, heading back downstairs to fix myself a snack. I make myself some more coffee, 'cause I can never have enough coffee, and take out some Bagel Bites and pop them into the oven. When my coffee is ready I sit down on the couch and watch some catch up Pretty Little Liars, while I wait for the Bagel Bites to crisp up.
I hear a ding and lazily get up off of the comfy sofa and take out the Bagel Bites, and put some of them onto a plate. As I bite into the first one, I hear my doorbell ring. 'Who the heck could that be', I think to myself. 'My mom doesn't get back 'till seven', I say as I go on the intercom, asking who it is.
"Emma? It's Jake!", says Jacob's voice from outside the house.'Why would Jacob be here?', I think to myself, opening the door. There stands Jacob, soaking wet, his t-shirt clinging to his... I count... Eight pack?!
"H-h-i! Come in! What happened?", I asked, pushing Jacob into my house, and closing the door behind him.
"I just wanted to walk. And then I ended up here. I saw you drive in", he admits.
"Are you cold?", I ask, touching his arm. What? How is he so warm?
"Are you sick or something?", I ask touching the back of my palm to his forehead.
"No.", he says curtly.
"I'm going to get you a towel... I just heated up some Bagel Bites, they're in the kitchen help yourself", I say leading him into the kitchen and then running upstairs to grab a towel. When I come back down he has eaten about half the tray of Bagel Bites. Wow, he must be hungry. I walk up to him and pat his shoulders with the towel, and he suddenly turns to me. I stop and look up into his gorgeous eyes.
"Thank you Emma", he says sincerely.
"No problem, anytime", I say with a smile. He gleams with happiness.
"Why did you leave French so suddenly?", he asks, his voice now deeper. He's looking at me more seriously now.
"I...", I fail once more to answer the question.
"Are you attracted to me?", he says, his voice seductive. He moves closer to me, our faces inches apart. I grip the counter behind me for support. Then I hear the noise of a phone ringing, and Jacob steps away from me and pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking at the caller I.D, and then answering it.
"What's up Sam?", he asks, sounding irritated. I hear some frantic mumbling on the other end, and Jacobs expression changes from annoyed to worried.
"I'll be right over.", he says, hanging up. He looks at me.
"I have to go I'm sorry... I'll talk to you later.", he apologizes and jogs out of the kitchen to the door and runs outside, me jogging after him. I watch him jog down the street. He stops, turns around, and gives me a sad look, and then continues running down the street. I back up into the hall and close the front door, taking a breath. What the hell just happened?
I look for something to watch on Netflix, slowly savoring the taste of my now cold Bagel Bites. I decide on the new Pretty Little Liars episode, which I missed. I finish up the show once my mom comes home.
"Hey honey, how's it going?", she asks, kissing the top of my head. I notice she's carrying a couple of binders full of papers.
"Great. How was work?", I ask, eyeing the binders pointedly.
"Just busy. Don't worry about me. Got any food? I'm starving.", she asks peering around the clean kitchen.
"Yeah, Bagel Bites. They're cold now, I can put them back in the oven if you want.", I offer.
"Actually it's fine. I'll get something. Do you have any homework to do? I was planning on doing my work down here.", she asks, pointing at the table I'm sitting at.
"Yeah no problem. I was going to go upstairs anyway. Good luck with all that work.", I say, scooting up my chair, gathering up my stuff and jogging up the stairs to my room.
"You too honey!", I hear her shouting up the stairs.
"Thanks!", I yell behind my back, walking into my room.
I finish up my homework and go downstairs for a light salad since my eating schedule is now all messed up. I make myself some herbal decaf tea, and go back upstairs with it. I carry out my nightly routine, taking a short shower to wash my hair, brushing my teeth, and getting into bed with a book. Eventually, I fall asleep with the lights on, and somewhere in the night, my mom turns them off for me.