DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, which are the property of the amazing and wonderful Stephenie Meyer. This chapter contains situations of a sexual nature. Discretion is advised. (I'm just trying to cover my ass)
And I once again have to thank Ashlie, my wonderful Beta who has to power through my consistently poor punctuation!
Chapter 7
"So," the voice in the dark said, still giggling. "It looks like you boys had a good time." I walked into the living room and flipped on the light switch to see Rosalie sitting on the couch in front of the window that overlooks the driveway.
I didn't answer. I rolled my eyes at her and turned to walk up the stairs. "Oh no you don't," she yelled at me, following me up the stairs. "I want details!"
"Fuck off, Rose," I hissed, slamming my bedroom door in her face. Of course that didn't stop her because she just barged right into my room. Fucking lock the door, Jasper! I just groaned and threw myself on my bed, covering my face with my pillow. She sat down on my bed and ripped the pillow off my face.
"Spill! I need to know how tonight went," she urged with a devilish grin on her face.
"What, you couldn't get your own date so you have to heckle me about mine?" I asked, as I ripped the pillow from her hands, putting it back over my face.
"So it was a date! I knew it! And considering what I saw going on in that car, I'd say you had a pretty damn good date!" Okay, how much did she really see?
I lifted the pillow off of my face and glared at her. "And what exactly did you see going on in that car," I growled at her. "Or what was it that you think you saw, anyway?"
"Well, I really couldn't 'see' anything," she said, quoting with her fingers. "Because you guys had the windows so fogged up. But I could see that that car was seriously fucking rocking!" Yeah, it was pretty steamy so I would imagine we had those windows fogged up quite nicely. The rocking car is pretty embarrassing, though. At least she didn't see us with our pants around our ankles, humping each other into an orgasmic frenzy. "I can't believe we've been at this school for a whole five fucking days and you are already fucking guys in the backseats of cars! Or maybe getting fucked. Wait, are you a top or a bottom?"
"Jesus Christ, Rose," I hissed at her. "Nobody was fucking anybody! I already told you I haven't done that yet and I'm certainly not going to with someone I've known for less than a week! I'm not you, whore!"
"Well, you were certainly doing something in that car. Oh, and call me a whore again and see what happens!"
"Whore," I said, grinning at her. She ripped my pillow out of my arms and started hitting me in the head with it. "Stop it bitch," I yelled, and couldn't control my laughter. I tried to block the pillow with my hands but she was too fast.
"You're the whore," she yelled, laughing as well, as she continued to beat me with the pillow. "I wasn't the one all Backseat Betty out there! Or in your case, Backdoor Betty!"
"That's it," I yelled, grabbing my other pillow and swinging it at her face. We continued swinging pillows at each other, laughing hysterically, until we finally just collapsed on my bed.
"Truce?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.
"In your dreams, bitch," I said as I yanked my pillow out from under my head and swung it at her head.
"C'mon! Enough already! You're gonna mess up my hair and then there will be hell to pay," she warned. That'll just give you an excuse to stare at yourself in the mirror some more.
"All right, all right. I'm done." We both lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath, neither of us saying anything. She then rolled onto her side, propped her head up by her elbow, and looked at me.
"You know," she said almost pleasantly, "I think it's great you've got a boyfriend. It's about time, really. I mean, I was starting to worry that you'd end up like the crazy lady with all the cats."
"It's a little early to be calling Jake my boyfriend, Rose. Like I said, I haven't even known him for a week yet."
"Well, that didn't stop you from getting your freak on out there," she joked, doing that annoying 'bow-chicka-wow-wow' noise. "Or are you still holding out for Emmett's brother," she said, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyebrows. Oh shit! Edward! I completely forgot about all that! Well, my mind was otherwise occupied. Perfect! This will distract her!
"Oh my God," I exclaimed. "Speaking of which, guess who was at the theatre tonight? That's right. Edward and his 'girlfriend' Lauren," I said, doing the finger quote thing.
"Ooh, drama," she said, leaning in eagerly, waiting to hear the rest of the story. Worked like a charm!
"Yeah there was some drama between him and Jake tonight... Well, where do I begin? Okay, so basically Edward tried to hit on me in the bathroom…"
"Fuck off," she yelled, interrupting me.
"So, Jake saw us come out of the bathroom together and he got pretty shitty…"
"What were you two doing in the bathroom," she said, grinning as she interrupted me again.
"Stop interrupting me! We weren't doing anything. Anyway, so Jacob got shitty with me, basically accusing me of what you were thinking, which was totally off base. So in the theatre, Edward and Lauren sit right directly behind us. At one point during the movie, Edward gets up to go to the bathroom. When he gets up, he basically rubs his crotch against the back of my head…"
"No fucking way," she yelled.
"Do you want me to fucking tell the story or not?" I was getting really annoyed.
"Sorry," she apologized, locking her mouth with a fake key and throwing it over her shoulder. If only that really worked.
"Anyway," I said in a disgusted tone. "Jacob immediately got pissed and stormed off following him to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do so I got up and followed them. I was about to walk into the bathroom but the conversation sounded pretty heated so I stood on the other side of the entrance and listened to them argue. Basically, what I found out is that they used to be an item. Jacob and Edward, I mean. And apparently in Junior High something happened that caused Jacob to be outed to the whole school and Edward treated him like a pariah after that, not wanting people to find out he was gay too. So that's where all the animosity between them comes from because Jacob was really hurt by it since they had been so close before.
"Then, some other shit happened, they caught me listening in or whatever. Jake got pissed. I stormed out. Anyway, this is where it gets interesting. When Jake and I were outside, Edward comes storming out of the theatre with Lauren trailing behind. She sees Jake, makes a derogatory comment about him and Edward just fucking snaps! He got right in her face, basically screaming at her about 'this fag' and 'that fag' and some other shit and that he and Jake used to fuck around and that he basically wanted to tear my pants off and fuck me right there on the sidewalk. Then he got in his car and peeled out, leaving her there on the sidewalk."
"That's seriously fucking awesome," she squealed. "I would have paid to see that!"
"Yeah, it was pretty fucking crazy!" We continued to talk for a little bit longer in my room before she got up to go to bed. She never did bring up the car again, for which I was thankful. Hopefully she forgets.
After she left my room, I finally got up to strip my clothes off. Christ, I'm surprised I was even able to get the shirt off without peeling off a layer of skin. I threw my shirt in the hamper, kicked off my shoes, and undid my belt buckle. I slid my pants down to my knees and froze. These aren't my boxers. Then I immediately started laughing. Of course I would end up with his fucking boxers. I finished taking off my pants, throwing them in the hamper as well. I slid my, well Jake's, boxers off and went to throw them in the hamper but I stopped. I just couldn't help myself as I brought them up to my nose and deeply inhaled. Oh God! Amazing! His boxers had a concentrated dose of the 'pure sex' smell that Jacob had going on. It was seriously the most amazing scent I'd ever smelled. Eh, why not?!
I lay down on my bed with his boxers still in my hand. As soon as I caught a whiff of that scent I was hard as a rock anyway. Fuck, Jasper! Are you trying to go for some kind of record to see how many times you can cum in one day? So I wrapped his boxers around my cock and started stroking, replaying the scene in the car over and over in my head. I thought about the taste of Jacob's mouth on mine; the feeling of him rubbing his finger across my pre-cum soaked boxers and bringing it to his mouth; the feeling of his hand gliding up and down my glistening, wet cock; the feeling of his silky smooth shaft in my hand as I stroked him; the feeling of our hot, throbbing cocks, rubbing against each other as I humped him furiously before erupting all over his chest and abdomen with him cumming a second later.
I lasted all of about a minute and a half after replaying all that in my head. I couldn't help but lie there, smiling at the ceiling, letting my mind wander. What an amazing night, Jasper. Seriously. You got it on with one of the hottest guys you have ever seen and in the driver's seat of his car, no less. Oh yeah, I wonder if I should pay to fix that or something? I can't believe we broke his fucking seat! Shit, that was intense! I've never felt anything like that before, ever! Man, I'm actually really starting to like this boy. I hope he likes me too! I continued to wander from thought to thought until I finally slipped into unconsciousness as I lay there, still gripping his boxers.
--x--
The rest of the weekend dragged pretty slowly as I worked myself into a manic fit. I half expected to get a call from Jacob at some point this weekend. Yet, no call. I realized Saturday morning as I woke up, thinking fondly about our escapade the previous night that he never gave me his phone number. I only gave him mine so even if I wanted to, I couldn't call him. Yeah, I could have looked it up on the phone book. I actually did look it up in the phone book. There was only one 'Black' listed here in Forks, a Billy Black, which I'm assuming was Jacob's father. But I couldn't bring myself to call him. It would be weird to call him, right? I mean, he didn't give me his number and all. He'll call me if he wants to talk to me. Why hasn't he called yet? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? He's probably just busy; that's why he hasn't called. Yeah, he did say that he has to help his dad out a lot at their auto shop. Maybe he's avoiding me. Why would he be avoiding me? Maybe he regrets what happened in the car? Ugh, I'm such a girl!
I couldn't help but be sick to my stomach from anxiety as I drove to school. My thoughts continued to churn through the scenarios as to why he never called me over the weekend. I held my breath as I pulled into the parking lot, seeing him get out of his car. Should I go park next to him? Oh, what the hell. I pulled into the spot right next to him and shut off my car. As I got out, he stood there at the back of his car, simply beaming at me. When I saw his face and the radiantly exuberant smile he was giving me, all of the anxiety that had been building in me over the weekend quickly faded away.
"Good morning," he said as he walked over to me, still smiling ear to ear. "How was the rest of your weekend?" Filled with anxiety because you never called me!
"Not bad," I said, blushing at him as I couldn't hide my smile. "How was yours?" We turned to slowly walk toward the school, walking dangerously close.
"Busy. I was at my dad's shop pretty much all weekend. I was helping him rebuild the engine of a '67 Chevy. It was fun. I like rebuilding old cars with my dad. We don't really have a whole lot in common or a lot we can talk about, but this is the one thing we can find common ground on. I was there in body, but my mind was otherwise occupied," he said, hip-checking me and then winking.
"And where was your mind exactly?" I asked, smiling shyly at him. He stopped for a second and leaned in close to my ear, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
"I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I somehow ended up wearing your underwear the other night," he whispered, giving me this look of pure lust in his eyes. It took everything I had in me not to knock him to the ground and tear his pants off right there in the school parking lot. "Well, at least I got some good use out of them," he continued, winking at me as we started walking. I couldn't help but blush. Not helping!
"That's okay," I managed to mutter. "Yours got a pretty good workout, too," I said, returning his wink. He moaned playfully at my comment as we proceeded to class. Almost everyone was in there as we walked into the class together, and their eyes were glued on us. Most of the class gave us looks that screamed, 'I know what you did in your car Friday night!' Bella gave us a wickedly evil grin as we hung our raincoats and made our way to our seats. Angela looked like she was going to jump out of her chair in excitement as I took my seat next to her. I also realized that Edward and Lauren were both noticeably absent.
"So," Angela said in eager anticipation. "Tell me what happened Friday night...tell me everything!" Jacob, I might have to fucking kill you and your big mouth!
"What do you mean? What do you want to know?" I asked, slightly panicked. Does everyone know we made out in his car?
"At the theatre," she urged, leaning in really close. "Jessica called me Saturday and told me everything. She said you were there and that you saw and heard everything!" Saw and heard what? What the hell was she talking about? Then it finally dawned on me what she was talking about. EDWARD! Shit, news travels fast in this small town!
Before I could answer, Edward walked into the classroom as the bell rang. Everyone stared at him in shock as he hung his head and took his seat. He honestly looked like shit considering how impeccably he normally dressed. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, a pair of sagging gray sweatpants, and flip flops. His hair was even more disheveled than it normally was and he had some scruff on his face as if he hadn't shaved since last week. He didn't bother to wear a rain coat, and his clothes were soaking wet. His eyes looked glassy and he stumbled a bit as he took his seat, indicating that he might have actually been drunk. Yet somehow, even looking like that, he still somehow managed to exude a certain sexiness that I couldn't quite describe. Only Edward Cullen could manage to look sexy dressed like that!
He didn't acknowledge anyone in class. He sat there, either staring at his book or staring straight ahead, completely avoiding all eye contact. I couldn't stop myself from watching him the whole class. I honestly felt bad for him. I didn't know if it was his intention to explode like that on Friday or if it was just something that happened in the heat of the moment, but the cat was certainly out of the bag now and there was no going back.
As the bell rang, Edward was up and out of the classroom before anyone could talk to him. I stood up and watched him as he bolted out of the room. Angela was obviously eager to pick up our conversation, but before she could, Jacob was there, with an irritated look on his face. Oh fuck, now what?
"I watched you basically sit there and stare at Cullen throughout the entire class," Jacob stated matter-of-factly with his face stone-cold. Angela, about to speak, took in the tone of Jacob's voice and turned and backed away timidly before she could ask her question. Shit, what's the correct way to go about saying this?
"Jake, I honestly feel bad for him," I said as he rolled his eyes at me and grunted. "Look, you told me you know what it's like for everyone to know your deep dark secret…"
"No, no, no," Jacob interjected, starting to get really aggravated. "Don't go there! He did this on his own free will. He wasn't pushed out of the closet like I was! Besides, he told me he was ready so he can just fucking deal with it. He doesn't deserve my sympathy." I frowned and looked at the floor, feeling like a puppy that was just scolded for pissing on the carpet.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bitch at you like that," he apologized, as his face warmed slightly. "You honestly feel bad for him and I can see that. I guess it's not your fault. You can't help it. You're a total sweetheart," he said, pinching my cheek as he grinned at me. Did he just call me a sweetheart? Swoon!
People from the next class started filing in, so we grabbed our things and headed to Trig. We were close to the last people to enter the class, and of course everyone was still staring at us as we walked in. The bell rang and once again Edward came strolling in just in time. The only problem was Mr. Mason wasn't in class yet so everyone was still chatting it up. I could hear everyone's whispers as they continued to glance back and forth between Edward, Jacob, and I.
"Alright," Edward said, standing up and grabbing everyone's attention. All eyes were frozen open, glued to Edward as he began to stagger around the front of the room. "Why don't we just get this all out in the open, shall we," he said, slightly slurring his words." Yep, he's definitely fucking wasted. "Enough with the goddamn whispers and snickering already! To answer everyone's questions, yes I am a fag, yes I used to fuck around with Jacob Black, and yes," he paused, taking a few steps down the aisle to where I stood and bent down and kissed me hard right on the mouth for about two seconds before breaking it off. I could hear a collective gasp from the class. "I do have a thing for Jasper Whitlock. There, now you know. Now you can all stop whispering about me and laughing at me behind my back!" His mouth tasted like a combination of bourbon and breath-mints. I sat there, staring forward, wide-eyed and frozen in horror. I couldn't find myself able to steady my heartbeat, deep down knowing that it wasn't the horror of the situation that made my heart flutter like that. Why the fuck did he just do that?!
With a look of sheer panic, I glanced over at Jacob to see his face snarled and hands clenched in fists. Edward noticed. "Oh calm down, Black. So, I kissed your boyfriend. Big fucking deal. I told you I wasn't going to just back down and let you have him," Edward sniped at him, before turning to me. "C'mon, Jasper! You know you'd rather be with me than that junkyard dog over there." I began to feel weight of everyone's stares as my face burned from the inside out. I can't fucking believe he just did that to me. You fucking prick! You selfish, drunk, arrogant, fucking prick!
Jacob was about to get out of his seat as Mr. Mason came bustling into the room, carrying a stack of papers. "Sorry, class. The copy machine jammed. I wanted to get these sample problems printed out for tonight's homework assignment," he said, trying to organize the stacks of papers he just set on his desk. Edward returned to his seat, only staring forward again, while Jacob, still agitated, sat back down in his seat and continued to glare at Edward. There is no way in hell I'm going to be able to concentrate on math today after all that shit! And from the looks of all the faces in the class, neither is anyone else.
Mr. Mason finally grabbed a stack of papers and stepped over in front of Edward's desk and began to count out the sheets. His eyebrows twitched, he inhaled deeply through his nose, and took a step back. "Mr. Cullen," he stated, staring sternly down at Edward. "You smell like a wino. Have you been drinking?" he asked, sounding both shocked and appalled. Edward didn't answer. He just stared forward, not bothering to look up at him. "Alright then. Just…go to the office," Mr. Mason ordered, obviously flustered.
Edward gathered his things and walked out of the classroom, still not saying anything or looking at anyone. Mr. Mason watched him walk out the door and decided he should follow. "Class, I'll be right back. Go ahead and take a stab at the first few problems on these," he said as he gave the stack of papers to Katie Marshall to distribute. After he left the classroom, everyone began looking around, appearing to be completely dumbfounded.
"So Jasper," Jessica Stanley said, turning around and looking at me. "Are you Jacob Black's boyfriend?" I stared at her, completely horrified by her question. Of course she had to fucking ask me that! I apparently hadn't been embarrassed enough today. The fucking bitch couldn't help herself. "Well, are you?" she asked after I didn't answer immediately.
"Jess," Angela hissed. "Leave him alone."
"C'mon, Jasper! You can tell me," Jessica urged. Everyone was now looking at me, causing my face to flush again. Jacob looked like he was intently awaiting my answer.
Just then, Mr. Mason walked into the room and called the class to order. THANK YOU! Jessica shot me a look before she turned around, which I interpreted as 'Don't think you're getting off that easy. You will answer my question!'
The rest of class flew by, but I could hardly concentrate. I made a detour to the bathroom between classes, arriving to English just as the bell rang, much to Jessica's chagrin. Ms. Phillips taught the whole time so there was no room for extra conversation. I even managed to make it to band, completely dodging Jessica on the way.
"So, what are you going to tell Jess," Jacob whispered in my ear as he took his seat next to me. "You know she won't let that drop."
"I know," I muttered. "That's why I've been trying to avoid her like the plague." I laughed lightly.
"So, are you?" he asked after a minute of playing few warm-up scales. Not you too!
"So, am I what?" I replied, as I couldn't help but smile at him.
"So, are you my boyfriend?" he asked with his eyes smoldering. His lips turned up into a wicked grin as he leaned his face to within a few inches of mine. My heart began to pound loudly in my chest. I wanted so badly just to turn and lock lips with him right here in band. Concentrate, Jasper! No public make-out sessions in the band room!
"I don't know. Am I?" I replied turning my face toward his, moving even closer.
"Do you want to be?" he whispered, staring deep into my soul. I stared into his eyes with my mouth ever so slightly ajar. All I could think about was kissing him. We stared at each other, our faces only inches apart.
"You guys feel like playing today?" I heard Mr. Chalmers ask, breaking my concentration from Jacob' molten chocolate eyes, realizing that we had completely zoned out the rest of the room as if we were the only ones present. Mr. Chalmers had his hands raised and everyone had their instruments up, except for the two of us who looked like we were about to make out.
I looked around and everyone was staring at us, especially Jessica Stanley, who had a total shit-eating grin on her face. It was obvious that Bella overhead our conversation as she sat there looking up at me from under my music stand, with a cocked eyebrow and an expression that clearly read 'Well, do you want to be his boyfriend?' Of course, my face burst into flames and I could see that Jacob's did too, giving him that breathtaking hue to his skin. We both raised our trumpets to our mouths. Shit! I have no idea what we're supposed to be playing!
After band, I walked between Jacob and Angela as we made our way to the cafeteria. As we entered I saw Jessica already sitting at our table, impatiently awaiting our arrival. Well, now both Jessica and Jacob are waiting for an answer to that question.
Once we grabbed our lunches and sat down, with Jacob naturally sitting next to me, Jessica started right in. "Alright Jasper Whitlock," she stated, getting a little pissy. "Enough dodging me today. I saw the way you two were looking at each other in band. Is Jacob your boyfriend or not?"
"Well," my mouth said before my mind could filter. "We've really only been out once, and we haven't made anything official yet," I said, looking down, with my hands folded in my lap. Do you realize what you just said? Yes I do, but the question is, do I really care anymore?
"So, do you want to be his boyfriend?" Jessica continued, smiling coyly at me. Everyone was staring at me, waiting for my answer, especially Jacob. Well, I might as well answer them both.
I glanced over at Jacob who seemed really nervous to hear my answer. We can't leave him hanging, now can we? I picked up my hand out of my lap, put it on top of the table, and placed it on his as I turned to him. "I could think of worse things in the world than being Jacob's boyfriend," I said, looking directly at him but responding to her.
Jacob turned his hand up and we intertwined our fingers as we stared into each other's eyes. The look in his eyes was one of pure, unadulterated joy. Jessica began jumping up and down in her seat and clapping her hands as Angela looked at me in complete shock and amazement. Bella actually started tearing up a bit.
I remembered reading somewhere that the first person you told was always the hardest when you came out and it got easier after that, which was certainly the case with me. I honestly didn't really know these people and I truly didn't care anymore if they knew. All I care about is what this beautiful boy sitting next to me thinks.
"I, for one, am happy for you guys," Tyler said, breaking the silence. "Jake's taken a lot of shit for this over the last few years so I'm glad he's got someone now."
"Thanks, man," Jacob said, extending his free hand over in a fist toward Tyler who pumped fists with him.
"Jake," Mike said, timidly. "I know I was one of the ones who gave you all kinds of shit back in the day, and I've never really apologized for that. But I just want to let you know that I really am sorry for being such a punk and that I'm happy for you, too."
"Thanks, Mike," Jacob said, almost choking up. "I really appreciate that." I bet he's been waiting a long time for that apology.
"Man, this really sucks," Katie Marshall, who had been pretty quiet throughout the whole exchange, finally spoke out, interrupting the 'After School Special-esque' exchanges. Everyone turned to look at her, shocked at her outburst. "I mean, first I had a crush on Jacob Black back in junior high and he turned out to be gay. Then I had a crush on Edward Cullen, who dated Lauren and then turns out to be gay." Oh shit! I had completely forgotten about Edward! "And then I start eying up the new guy, who, guess what, also turns out to be gay. Life is so unfair! All the good ones are gay!"
Everyone laughed until Eric Yorkie interrupted her. "I'm not gay," he said to her grinning.
"Ugh, like I said…" Katie groaned, rolling her eyes. Poor kid.
"So," Jessica said, "Have you guys done it yet?" What's with this girl? And I thought I was a Drama Queen!
"Jessica," Bella and Angela simultaneously snapped at her. I didn't respond but I knew my face was about to betray me as it felt like it was now on fire. "Jasper, you don't have to answer that," Angela continued. I glanced over at Jacob and his face was now fully flushed as well. Great. She asks if we've 'done it' and we're both sitting here blushing.
"I mean, look at them," Jessica continued. "Look at how they're both blushing! You two have totally done the nasty, haven't you?" The guys at the table groaned at her, obviously not wanting to hear the details.
Before either of us could answer, Emmett Cullen had walked up to our table. "Hey, have any of you guys seen my brother today?" Yeah, and I kissed him. Well, he kissed me, but I digress. Damn, up close he's even hotter! I really hope Rose hits that! He's kind of intimidating though. "I know he was here this morning but I haven't seen him since. I really need to talk to him." Well, considering how fast news travels in this school, he probably already heard about Friday and possibly this morning.
No one really wanted to answer, but Angela finally spoke up. "I think he either left or got sent home in second period. He didn't look like he was, um, feeling too well." He didn't look too pleased.
"Fine, I'll catch him at home, but in the meantime, I'd like to have a word with you two," he said, pointing at me and Jake. "If you don't mind." Oh God! 'Intimidating' may not have been the right word. 'Fucking terrifying' might be a better description. I looked like I was going to piss my pants right there at the table, but Jacob didn't seem fazed.
"What do you want, Emmett," Jacob asked him, with a slight edge to his voice.
"Could you just follow me for a minute," Emmett responded, almost pleading. "Please?" Damn, what could he possibly want?
"Whatever," Jacob said as he stood up. I was a little slower to stand up, hoping I didn't have a piss stain on the front of my jeans. Emmett turned to walk toward the cafeteria door and we followed. I could see Rosalie jump out of her seat and follow us to the door. As soon as Rosalie reached the door, Emmett put his hand up to stop her.
"I just need to talk to the guys, Rose," he said to her. He tried to be stern but from the sound of his voice, she had him wrapped around her little finger just like she did most guys.
"Anything you have to say to my brother, you can say in front of me," Rosalie insisted, not budging.
"Fine," he said, pulling us aside on the other side of the cafeteria door. "I wanted to ask you two," he said, looking at us. "What happened the other night? In Port Angeles? I overheard some guys talking today and they were saying that apparently my brother made a spectacle of himself as he broke up with Lauren and told her he was gay, and I heard you were there so I wanted to know if it's true."
"That's really something you should be asking him, Emmett," Jake responded.
"C'mon Jake! Just tell me," Emmett pleaded with him. "He's my baby brother and I love him so I want to know if what people are saying about him is true." Aww, the protective big brother!
"Does it really matter to you that much if what they're saying is true?" Jacob asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"No, it doesn't matter to me. Not at all. And it didn't matter to me when I found out you were gay, although it seemed to tear Eddie apart back then. He would get pissed off and start crying anytime anyone even mentioned your name after that and none of us could figure out why. Now thinking back, if this is true, all of that makes a lot more sense. So please, Jake, tell me the truth. Is my brother gay?"
"Em," Jacob sighed. "It's not my place to tell you. He and I haven't been friends in years, but I'm still not at liberty to discuss his business like that. If you really want to know, you're going to have to hear it from him."
Emmett sighed and rubbed his temples. "Well, I guess I have my answer then. Like I said, I don't care one way or another. He's my baby brother and I'll love him no matter what. I know you guys have had your differences in the past, but I would appreciate it if you could be nice enough to help him get through this, Jake. Both of you," he said, looking over at me. "You're the only two who can possibly understand what he's going through." What the fuck? I've only been officially out for about 10 minutes. I glanced over at Rose who looked down sheepishly as if she were guilty of something. Thanks a lot, bitch!
"Not a chance, Em," Jacob growled, starting to get a little wet in the eyes. "You know how he treated me back then. I can't just pretend like it didn't happen."
"Just think about it," Emmett said, putting his hand on Jacob's shoulder. "That's all I ask." He grinned as he then messed up Jacob's hair for a second before patting Jacob's back a couple times. Jacob looked playfully annoyed, but laughed.
"I'll think about it," Jacob finally muttered.
"Thanks, kid," Emmett said, lightly pushing Jacob's chin with his fist. "I kind of miss having you around all the time, even though you used to annoy the shit out of me when you were little. And although he'd never admit it, I'm sure Eddie misses having you around too." Jacob grunted and rolled his eyes. "Like I said, just think about it." You know, Emmett is kind of sweet in his own way, kind of like a big teddy bear. And I never really noticed his dimples before. Not only is he hot, but he's cute, too. Rose could definitely do worse.
"I told you I would, Em," Jacob responded, looking annoyed, yet slightly overwhelmed by his conversation with Emmett. With that he and Rosalie turned to walk back into the cafeteria. Jacob and I followed a few seconds later. At one point, Rosalie turned and mouthed 'we'll talk later' at me before reaching her table.
People bombarded us with questions as we returned to our half-eaten lunches, but we didn't divulge a whole lot to them. We basically told them that he wanted to know why he went home. The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Jacob and I walked together to every class, between Bella and Angela, neither of whom seemed to mind. They both seemed genuinely happy that we were happy.
After school, we walked together to our cars, which were parked right next to each other, and stood there and talked for a few minutes as people began to file out. After we said our goodbyes, I sat in my car and turned the ignition. He came back over and knocked on my window. I rolled it down and he looked around quickly and then leaned in to give me a quick kiss. It was a short kiss, but I could feel the emotion behind it. After all, that was your first kiss after officially becoming a couple. Couple. I really like the sound of that!
"I couldn't leave without doing that," he whispered, grinning wildly at me.
"I'm glad you did," I said as I was still trying to catch my breath, but still managing to smile joyfully back at him. "See you tomorrow, Jake," I barely whispered to him.
"Sweet dreams, Jazz," he whispered back before leaning in to kiss me one more time. "'Stars shining bright above you…'" he began softly singing the opening lines of 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' as he backed away from my car floating around like he was ballroom dancing, doing a little twirl before turning back toward his car. I immediately thought back to him serenading me with that song on our way to Port Angeles. I couldn't help but get all googly-eyed watching him dance and sing like that. How did I get so lucky? I seriously feel like I hit the fucking jackpot.
I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob as I drove home, with my lips permanently turned up into a smile. All I wanted out of life in that moment was to make that boy happy. He's had so much bad shit happen to him and yet, he still manages to be that cheery, ball of sunshine that I've come to know and love. Love. Okay, I've only known him for a week, so it's a little early, okay way too early, to start with the 'L' word, but I can see myself heading in that direction. How could I not? This is so cliché but he's literally everything I've ever wanted in a guy and more.
We had dinner as a family that night, which was nice. My mother seemed to notice the extra little jump in my step and wanted to know more about my day. Of course I didn't disclose too much. Not yet. Soon, but not just yet. Shit, for all I know, one of her kindergarteners could have told her today as fast as word seems to travel in this town.
After doing my trig homework and reading a couple chapters of The Great Gatsby, I lay down on my bed and plugged in my headphones to clear my mind and to drown out the rain. Most of the sappy love songs made me think of Jacob so I laid there, grinning like a fool. I couldn't help it!
About 9 o'clock, I went back downstairs to get something to drink. As I reached the bottom and turned toward the kitchen, I heard the doorbell. Who the fuck could that be? That had better not be one of those goddamn door-knocking Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses at this hour. I was the closest so I went to the door. I opened it to see a boy who was completely drenched. His hair clung to his face and his clothes were soaking wet as he stood there only wearing a cut-up sweatshirt, sweatpants, and flip flops. We stood there staring at each other for a second as I watched him standing out in the rain.
"Edward?"
Credit Note: 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' was written by Fabian Andre, Gus Kahn, Wilbur Schwandt and performed by Mama Cass with the Mamas & the Papas. I know this is a repeat credit but I'm trying to cover my ass.