Ch. 2
I returned from my walk an hour after my run-in with Paul and the guys. All the guys but Jacob have gone.
"Hey Jake. What's up?" I ask politely.
"Not much." He responds, munching on a grilled cheese. "How was your walk?"
"It was alright. How was your little gathering or whatever." I ask back.
"Same ole, same ole. Paul seemed pretty fond of you though." He smirks.
"And what makes you say that?" I say giving him a push.
"The guy is like a grade A badass and tonight all he could do was talk about you. It was seriously sad to watch." He laughs while scarfing down another grilled cheese. Does the boy ever stop eating?
"Well whatever..." I mumble. As much as I don't want to admit it, Paul is all I can think about too. There is something...Some kind of chemistry that binds us or something. It's weird. Unexplanable.
"Maybe you should give him a chance." Jacob shrugs.
"Give him a chance? Ok one, I just met him today, while he ran into me I might add. And two, he hasn't even asked me out or anything!" I defend the only dignity that I have left...everything on the outside core of my body; on the inside, all dignity has been lost.
Jacob shrugs once again and I could've sworn I heard a "yet" leave his mouth as I bound upstairs for a nice, hot shower.
I mutter to myself through my whole shower and even after that when I am getting my clothes on and drying my hair.
"Stupid Jacob. Doesn't know anything. Yet? Yet my ass. I'm so not falling for him." I continue to talk insanely to myself.
"Not falling for who?" I hear someone say. I turn to see Jake with that same stupid smirk plastered across that stupid little face of his.
"Don't you ever knock?" I ask irately.
"Nope. So, why are you not falling for Paul?" He asks.
"Grrr! Stop trying to trick me! It won't work, now get out!" I say with useless attempts to shove Jacob out of my room.
"Well just wanted to let you know that "I'm-so-not-falling-for-him-Paul" is downstairs and he wants to talk to you." He tells me.
"What? He is downstairs?" I ask confused. I can't say that I wasn't pleased to hear that, but all the same it was confusing. Why would he want to talk to me?
"Yeah, now hurry up." Jake says.
"No. Why should I? He pushed me." I say, giving my lamest excuse and wishing I had more time to think up a better one.
"Come on Rachel. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He threatens.
"Why do you want me to talk to him so badly anyways?" I ask, stopping his attempts to get me to come downstairs.
"He's eating all the food!" Jacob sighs, throwing his hands up in the air exasperatedly.
Though I have no doubt that is one of the many reasons Jacob wants me to talk to him, I highly doubt that is the main one. I give in anyways and head downstairs with a huff.