Howdy y'all! I'm buzzing to a bit of music right now, and so I'd love to say 'please review, read and most of all ENJOY!' XXX
Jake sat down next to me and fiddled with the drink in his hands. "What are we doing?"
"I have no idea. But I swear I thought that guy was you."
"I don't understand you. You're so...complicated."
I smirked. "Should I take that as an insult?"
Jake sighed and put his hand on my knee. "I really like you, Brooke. I do. It's so...frustrating. One moment you're kissing me, the next you're dancing with some guy...I can't work my head around it!" He looked at me, and I bit my lip. "Please don't hurt me." He leaned closer and our lips touched for an instant. And then another instant. And another. Our frenzied lips moved in sync as I straddled him and pulled his face tighter to mine. Our heavy breaths blew into each others faces as we kissed passionately, and my heart thudded so loud in my chest.
Something seemed to click in my mind. I did really like Jake. He wasn't like my ex. This was Jake. He was decent, he was nice. There was another thing about him, that I couldn't put my finger on...but whatever it was, it didn't stop me kissing him. I wasn't sure how long we were there, but however long it was, Kim and everyone else made us stop for a few minutes, as we were off to go home. Me and Jake were far from sober, so we totally made out in the back of the car while someone else was driving. Hopefully they won't mind.
It was pretty much a blur after that. I remember getting home and climbing into bed, but everything else was wiped clean as I fell asleep.
The bright sunlight woke me up- my head killed! Ugh- how much had I drunk? School isn't an option today! I winced as I rolled over, covering my eyes with my pillow. Once the pounding had stopped, or slowed into something less painful, I sat up and held my head in my hands. I couldn't really recall much from last night, only...no- I couldn't recall anything.
I made my way downstairs after pulling my dress off and putting a pair of short and stretchy top on, to make myself a hot chocolate and I heard a knock on the door, so I went to answer it.
"Hey Sam, Jake. Come on in." I wandered back into the kitchen and went to the fridge. "You hungry?" I found the milk and began making myself a hot chocolate busily. I took a sip and turned to face the two boys, and I raised an eyebrow. Both were just in shorts.
"Little overdressed, are we?" I sarcastically commented, and Jake smirked.
"Late night?" We both shared a smile, and I nodded.
"What did I do last night? Usually it's something so stupid..." I trailed off as Jake's expression broke. "What?"
"Jake..." Sam sighed, before Jake stormed out, like before.
"What did I say?" I went around to the front door, where I saw Jake's retreating form. "Where the hell is he going?" Off into the woods he went, shaking uncontrollably. I turned to Sam, who shoved past me, knocking my drink into me. "Shit!" I dropped my mug, which spilled my drink all onto the floor, and flung the shards of clay into multiple directions. "What the fuck?"
Sam carried on running for Jake, not realizing what had happened.
"Sam! Jake!"
But it was too late, they had both disappeared into the forest. I rang Emily immediately.
"Hello?" Her voice was rough, and I felt bad for waking her up.
"Emily, something bad has happened."
"What?" She expressed her concern, and I hoped she could answer this for me.
"What did I do last night?"
"What? Er, I don't know. I can't remember. Why?"
Dang. "I've upset Jake, somehow."
"I'll be there in a few minutes. Give Kim a call, ok?"
"Sure, thanks." I hung up and went next to Kim.
"Hey Brooke, I'm kind of, busy. What's wrong?" Kim giggled, and I tried to to think about what she was doing right now.
"Hey, do you know what I did last night?" Kim could know.
She laughed. "You kissed Jake. Actually, you were basically all over each other. Period. Why?"
I swore under my breath. "Er, no reason. S'laters."
"Brooke?"
I hung up and waited for Emily to arrive. She came eventually, and I gave her a pitiful look. "What happened?"
"I kissed Jake!" I banged my head on the counter, and Emily stepped over the mess on the floor. "And then they came over and my big mouth said 'oh, what happened last night- because I usually do something incredibly stupid that I don't really intend to do'!"
Emily sat on the chair. "Wow. That's a lot of stuff." I turned around to face her properly and her mouth dropped open. "What happened to your shirt!"
I looked down, and saw my stained top. I lifted up my shirt, and I winced. It was red, and sore. Emily gasped.
"What did you do?"
"It's nothing-"
"-Was it Jake?"
"No-"
"-Sam! I can't believe him!" She got something from the fridge and placed it on my burn, and I reacted to the difference in temperature.
"Ouch."
"Sorry."
I waited for a few moments before speaking again. "Have I screwed up?"
"...just a little. I couldn't remember last night either, so he can hardly blame you."
"...And he likes me?"
"Yes. A lot." She sighed and took the bag of cold vegetables off my stomach. "It's difficult to explain...but you should be open minded about things. Things you don't like, don't believe in... they can exist."
"What?"
"All I'm trying to say-" She handed me the bag. "- is that Jake likes you, and you should talk to him. You do like him, right?"
"After such a short amount of time, yes. Why is that so difficult for me to believe?"
She shrugged, and went to the door to help clear it up. She tutted. "Sam's going to be afraid..."
"It wasn't his fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have said anything..."
"No. You didn't know." My heart thudded, and I blinked back the tears. My chest hurt. I wanted to see Jake and make sure he would forgive me... I slid down the wall and broke down into tears.
"Why is it always so screwed up? It's not normal!" It's always my fault...
Emily sat down next to me and gave her a hug. "Look- I'm going to call the boys and have this sorted out." I let her, because I didn't feel like objecting.
"Samuel Uley, get your butt over here, and bring Jake too. Now." She was stern, and even I was afraid of her then. But then I remembered she was on my side, so all was forgiven.
They took their time, and only Sam arrived. I didn't know where Jake was. I had calmed down by then, and still held the cold bag to my stomach. I stood up.
"Emily?"
Emily went up to him. "If I could slap you..." She threatened, then raised her voice. "And you, Jake. Get over here." I saw Jake slowly walk in, body tensed. He was wearing a different pair of cut offs. I stared at him, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. He was so beautiful, and yet so adorable.
"Jake- I-" I stuttered. I had no idea what to say. Jake's eyes turned to meet mine, and they softened instantly at my sad, deflated ones. "I'm so sorry for what I said earlier. I couldn't remember. But kissing you would never be a stupid thing..." I sighed and looked away as I trailed off. My confidence seemed to grow and I looked back at the two guys. "Sam! You completely knocked me over when you came barging past! Look at this!" I lifted up the front of my shirt to show the burn. "Idiot! It hurts like hell!" Sam gave me a guilty look and then I turned my force onto Jake. "And you- you don't start walking out when you don't get your way! It's pathetic- control your anger! You made me feel terrible about myself even when I hadn't done anything wrong! I may have forgotten but you can't hold that against me!" I began to fume and he put his hands up in surrender.
"Brooke..."
"Go away." I ran upstairs and slammed my door shut, hoping they'll cringe. I pulled my soaked shirt off, threw it in the wash basket, and threw myself onto the bed. I squeezed my pillow and sighed. "Reminds me of my ex." I mumbled.
"What part?" Jake's voice echoed in my room as he opened the door. So this time he wouldn't storm out.
"The painful part." I sniffed, and shivered as Jake's warm hand touched my cool back, stroking my back. I relaxed and turned around so I faced him, and his hand slid to my stomach. He frowned at the burn and kneeled down in front of me.
"I'm sorry." instantly I knew I could, and would forgive him. I felt the pull, and lifted my hand to touch his cheek. He leaned into my hand, as if it were soothing, and shut his eyes tight.
"I haven't known you that long, and yet you've already seen my bra. What a slut I am." He smirked at the first bit, and then frowned at the second. I groaned. "Chillax, Jake." I sat up and swung my leg over, so he was in between my legs. "Let go. Let loose." I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me. I missed him.
He deepened the kiss and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. He was so warm, physically, it was abnormal. As we came up for breath, Jake whispered the words I want to hear.
"Brooke...will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes."
He smirked and caught my lips again.
We spent the rest of the morning in each others arms, cuddled up in my bed. We didn't do much, just small talk and kissing. Emily and Sam must have left a while ago. I must have drifted off in somewhere, because I awoke, and Jake was sleeping too, after an exhausting turn of events. His arm was wrapped around my waist protectively, and I rested my head on the crook of his neck as I watched his eyes flutter as he dreamt.
It was a Saturday, which meant that I would need to work on that project between me, Jared and Paul. If I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Jake, I would have to hurry. Jake drove me there, and I could tell he was secretly not wanting me to go. Okay, maybe he was a bit more vocal about it.
"Rookie." He pleaded his new nickname for me, with puppy dog eyes.
"I'll only be a few hours, Jake." I gave him a small peck on the lips, which turned into something lasting about 10 minutes, before I pulled myself away, and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you later, okay?" He nodded, deflated, before I got out of the car and headed for Paul's front door, knocking before I let myself in.
"Paul? Jared?"
"Up here!" They called from somewhere upstairs, so I shut the door behind me, and followed the music. I found what must have been Paul's room, due to the guitar, the posters, and the eerie 'guy' feel to it. Both boys were on bean bags, playing on their Xbox, and both were quiet intense. This is what technology does to the people of today, I'm guessing. "Hey Brooke. You and Jake sex it up this morning or what?" I collapsed onto a spare beanbag and groaned, how did they know about us already?
"What?"
"Did you two fuck?"
"No we didn't, so shut up."
"But you two are dating."
I looked down, smirking. "Uhuh."
"Congrats."
I looked up at them. "Thanks."
"How long do you think it'll be before you'll fuck him?"
"Hey! Shut up otherwise I'm leaving right now!" They were pissing me off completely. "And for your information, not for a while."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to rush into things." They continued to play their game, and I sighed. "Are we going to be doing anything today?"
"Yes." They said simultaneously, and I rolled my eyes.
"What about now?"
Paul smirked. "Wanting to see you Jakey Wakey already?"
"Shut up." That was always my defense mechanism words, but I actually did want to see Jake again. I sent him a text.
I miss you :'( XXX
A reply came within moments.
I can always kidnap you ;) :( xxx
The idea seemed much more pleasant than spending the day working...
OK then, but hurry, before these two boys rape me :') xxx
I was just about to send before my phone was snatched from my hands, and I proud Jared laughed when he read the text.
"No texting, while we work, Missy." I saw the game was on pause, and Paul had gotten A4 pieces of plain paper and the revision book out. "And are you sure you'll be the one to be raped?"
"Of course. I am 2 against one. And I wouldn't rape you."
"Of course you wouldn't. Because we aren't hunks of hotness." He shook his head and landed on his beanbag. "So, where do we start?" By the next hour, we had written notes, made a huge mind map, and had papers scattered everywhere. At one point we may have had a paper ball fight. When we got bored, I challenged them a game to Mario Karts and completely wiped the floor with them!
"Neeee!" I squealed as I turned a corner. Jared laughed loudly and jumped as he crashed.
"Shit! Come on, come on..." I beamed as I bounced on the mushrooms and Paul whistled.
"Brooke you're really good at this."
"I know, right? I told you so."
"Jake's a lucky guy." Paul replied, and I burst out laughing.
"Just because I can beat you all in Mario Karts?"
"Exactly. And you understand! Kim hates Mario Karts, or game consoles in general!" he complained, dodging a attack and leaned forward in determination.
"I've always been different..." I mumbled incoherently, and Jared nodded.
"We all are, you know?"
"What?"
"Er...never mind."
"What do you mean, 'different'?" I frowned. They seemed as normal as you can get... Paul muttered something under his breath and paused the game, disappearing out of the room. I gave Jared a look.
"What is he doing? Resume?" He nodded, smirking, and we continued playing the game. Paul didn't arrive under ages later, and he was with Sam and...Jake. Jake smiled at me and sat down next to my beanbag, kissing my lips softly.
"Brooke- we need to...or..." He looked to the boys. "What did you do? One to one?"
Sam replied. "We'll be here."
Jake nodded, then turned his head back to me. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" He got up and held his hot hand out to me, and pulled me up and walked me to the dining room downstairs. He sat me down and sat next to me, holding my hands together, enveloped between both of his.
"I haven't been truly honest with you..." Oh crap. "Look...please be open minded about this...I wouldn't tell you unless you meant something to me..."