Whoa. I'm updating again!
And this time, Jess is all fiery and OOC. And it's quite short...
Sorry.
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Hello and hhhello too, I guess: Thank you for reviewing so nicely. You did manage to make me very happy. I'm sorry if you found the trip thing disappointing. And he wasn't just delivering stuff, he was also taking her to see Sean… Anyway, who knows what mood I was in when I came up with the plot? Best not to ask, really.
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Disclaimer: None of this belongs to moi, Claire. Instead, Meg Cabot,( who I suspect does not realize how incredibly lucky she is), owns it all. Including Rob. Which, if you ask me, really isn't fair. ; )
Bien. On y va.
Here's some more…
Rob frowned at me and then shook his head.
"Mastriani," he sighed, "I thought I'd made it clear that I wasn't going to tell you. Yet."
"Why not?" I demanded, pissed off, "Cos you don't trust me?"
"Of course it's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I don't want to. I will, but not yet. It's complicated."
"You don't want to?" What kind of an answer is that? But I softened my voice and leaned over to Rob, "It's ok, you can tell me."
I rested my hand gently on his arm and looked up into his eyes, "Honestly Rob, no matter what it is, it's not gonna put me off. I've already told you, I lo-"
Rob shoved my arm away and looked at me. He laughed nervously, "Uh uh, Mastriani, no way are you getting it out of me like that. Let's leave it there."
I stood up and perched on the side of his armchair. I was eye level with him.
"I mean it Rob, I love you," I continued loudly over his protests, "and nothing you tell me is going to change that."
Rob stared at me speechless for a moment and then pulled me down towards him. We then picked up from where we had left off earlier. He was gentle and tender and passionate and it made my heart want to burst.
But once again Rob stopped. Rob, the proper, manly, chivalrous guy stopped.
The moron.
He held me in his arms against him and whispered in my ear, "I'm still not gonna tell you."
I leapt forward, away from his embrace and stared him in the eye.
"Why not, Rob. Why not? I don't get it." My performance had the potential of being impressive and effective, but it was kind of spoilt by the fact that I was sitting on his lap.
Rob left my gaze and picked up my hand. He started gently playing with it, avoiding looking up.
"I said it's complicated, ok?" He paused and then added quietly, "It's embarrassing."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Embarrassing? Rob, embarrassed? It was kind of hard to picture.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed in front of me, Rob," I said gently.
He just said nothing and instead shook his head, indicating that no way was he going to tell me.
"Look, Rob," I began, using what I hoped was a tough voice, "I can understand that it might be hard for you to tell me. But I can't understand you not even trying. Am I not important enough to know? Am I too stupid to be worthy of knowing? What is the problem?"
"Of course you're important enough to know, Jess. It's just... I don't want you knowing yet... I will tell you, I promise. If I told you now, you might…"
I leapt up off his lap and stood angrily in front of him.
"Weren't you listening to a single thing I said? I told you, it doesn't matter what it is. I'm not going to judge you."
"In fact," I added, pacing a few steps, "You not telling me is going to make me more pissed off than you having committed murder."
Rob looked up at me pleadingly, "Let's not fight, Mastriani, this is stupid. I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"Look, Rob," I said, retreating to the doorway, my voice shaking with emotion. "You know I love you. I'm not asking you to say you love me, I know that's too much to ask for. All I want is a little bit of honesty. How can I stay with you knowing that you have one secret you can't bring yourself to share with me, your girlfriend? I love you, Rob. I love you. But I can't stand you keeping stuff from me."
And with that speech out, I left his house, slamming the door behind me.
As I tramped angrily down the road, I recalled Rob's astonished expression and tried to decide whether it had been angry or simply stunned.
I took bitter pleasure from the speech I had made. It was kind of unexpected coming from me. Actually, I was kind of proud of it. Ha, now he knows I'm not a stupid walkover.
I pulled my jacket closer around me and continued along the road. I remembered just how far I had to walk and began regretting my speech, however impressive it had been. Now I had to walk a bloody long way home and it was getting dark. And maybe, I'd been a bit too harsh on him. I mean, he must have had his reasons, right?
But still, he could have told me them slightly better. His reasons, I mean.
I kicked a pebble ahead of me and scuffed my feet on the ground. I scowled angrily.
Then I heard it. The sound my ears strained for every night. The only sound I ever wanted to hear (apart from Rob telling me he loved me, obviously). Except for right now.
Yep, Rob's Indian, roaring down the road behind me.
Ok, I want to make a deal with you guys. I have the next bit all ready. And I really want to post it (because it's one of my favourite bits so far and it's a lot longer). However, I will not post it till I get at least ten reviews for this chapter. It is harsh, yes. But I'm not particularly ashamed. So, if you do feel like reading any more, please click on that little review button and tell me what you think.
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