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Stupid Ankle
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I watched Jacob from the corner of my eyes. Thinking about how much he had changed. He was so nice today, for bringing me all my homework and working with little old me in my little old room. Instead of hanging out with his 'popular friends', he was here with me. And now, he was helping me set up for dinner. It was obvious that he had changed, and really did want to start all over with our relationship. But I had no idea why.
I didn't even know what he felt towards me. Maybe he just wanted us to be back to the way we were four years ago, or maybe ... something else. When I caught him starring at my butt earlier, I didn't know what to make of it. It just added another thing to the list of things I did not understand about Jake. But I was definitely turned on, by that simple clue.
"So, how is your ankle? You know you should sit down, I could probably make dinner if you talk me through it." Jake said, as he walked up to stand beside me, by the counter.
"No, I'm fine; it hasn't started hurting yet, so I'll be good for now." I replied. "And besides, I thought you burn everything you tried to make." I looked up at him.
"Well, I said I would make dinner, but I didn't say it would turn out edible." he smiled.
I laughed. He looked so cute and innocent, holding an apple peeler in his hand, looking fascinated at what it can do.
A few minutes later, I called out, "Alright I'm done, Dad are you coming?"
"Yeah," I heard his answer come from the living room.
I was just about to pick up the lasagne, but Jake hurried over and said. "Hey, you've been working hard, just go have a seat and I'll bring the plates over."
"Oh, alright, thank you," I smiled.
"We should have you over more often, Jake." Charlie chuckled as Jake brought the plates over.
"Alright, Jake, you are more than welcome to stay for dinner every day for the rest of the week." I said, smiling up at him.
He smiled back as he sat down, "Well thank you very much."
We continued to eat, making easy conversation with Charlie.
Dinner passed by quickly. I didn't know why, but I kind of liked Jake's prescience. I didn't want him to leave. But the time I dreaded came, and we were standing at my front door.
"Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow." I said, except it came out as a question. "Unless you have plans though, with your friends or something,"
"Yeah, actually I do." he said. But just as my face started to fall, he smiled. "I promised one of my closest friends, that I would meet her after school, you know, to give her the homework that she missed. You see, she twisted her ankle playing Badminton..." He laughed.
"Oh, god, you're so cheesy," I laughed, smacking his shoulder playfully.
"Yeah I know, but that's what you love about me," his smile never faltered. But I think my heart was about to break my chest open. I didn't even noticed that we were leaning in closer to each other, but all of a sudden our faces were just two inches away from each other. I didn't know what was happening, but Jake said, "I might k-"
But he was abruptly stopped when Charlie called out from inside the house, "Hey Nessie, you coming? The game is about to start."
I jumped up, my heart lurching into my throat. Jake seemed to notice our position too, because he jumped back a few steps, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." he said, and hurried off to his car.
My throat was currently unable to follow my commands, so I just awkwardly smiled, and watched him drive off.
What was that? I think it was the famous 'almost kiss' that every classical movie just needs to have. But what was I doing? I couldn't kiss Jacob. He was my best friend and a new one too. I couldn't risk our new friendship. But something deep in my heart screamed out to me that there was more to it than friendship.
I closed that door behind me, and told Charlie that I'd skip today's game. I never paid much attention to those things anyways; I just did it out of boredom. But now I had a lot on my mind. Or should I say, I had Jake on my mind.
I climbed up the stairs, and sat under the covers, looking for a reasonable reason why my heart was still going at a hundred miles per hour. But it wasn't until an hour later, that I realized that it was only because of Jacob Black. I was falling for him... hard.
Next thing I knew, it was past noon, and I was well rested, other than the usual ache that came from my ankle, I was feeling quite well. It might have been because I slept for a good twelve hours, but it could also be my dreams. Ever since last Friday, when Jake had saved me from my accident, I'd been having dreams about him. Every day they would just get more intense.
Today we were having a nice picnic in a random place, but it felt like we were the only two people on the planet. Wow. My unconsciousness was so naive. I knew that Jake would never feel the same about me. He was just trying to get his old best friend back.
I got up, did my usual morning routine, hopping around the kitchen, trying to make up some breakfast. After that, I headed back up, got on the computer, and spent the next hour typing up a rough copy of my English essay; I knew my English teacher would kill me if I didn't hand it in on time with the rest of the class. She would say that having a twisted ankle is no excuse for not doing it.
Later, after eating up a late lunch, I heard a knock at the door. I could recognize that knock anywhere. I hopped as fast as I could to the front door, and my heart leaped as I saw Jake standing before me. He looked everything like my personal imaginary hero.
"Hey, Jake," I said, not able to stop smiling at him. Had he always been this gorgeous? I couldn't resist the urge to hug his perfect body, and I was glad that he hugged me back.
He chuckled, "If I'd known you'd miss me this much, I would have skipped school all together."
"Ha-ha, very funny," I blushed, "Come on,"
I pulled him up the stairs and once again we did some homework for another hour. We were done early. So, deciding that it would be best to wait and have dinner with Charlie, we put on a movie and snuggled in on the couch. But I couldn't remember a thing about the movie, I was too busy cherishing our closeness.
I was curled up under a comforter, and he was sitting right beside me. But all I could think about was my right leg. Somehow, it had ended up in his lap, and now he was absentmindedly massaging it. Honestly, his warm gentle hands felt like heaven.
But unfortunately my dad had to come home. And as soon as I heard his keys jingle, me and Jake bolted up, sitting ourselves properly. I blushed, thinking how this would look like to Charlie.
The rest of the week passed by pretty much the same way. Jake came by after school, everyday, and would stay over for dinner. There were some sparks, here and there, and my heart would never stop beating so fast. It was set off by the slightest bit of contact. I didn't know how Jake felt towards me. We never talked about the almost kiss, nor did we have a repeat. But there were still those silent moments that Charlie always had to interrupt.
Thursday evening, as I was wishing Jake goodnight, he looked like he wanted to say something. "Something on your mind Jake?" I asked.
"Uhh, no." he thought about it for a moment then said, "You're going to school tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, I got to go see the nurse. Who knows, she might take this stupid band aid off."
"Well, that's great. So I guess I'll drive you in the morning?"
"Oh, right, I almost forgot, I'm disabled," I laughed, "okay, pick me up on your way to school."
"Alright, good night," he bent down, and kissed my cheek. Leaving a trail of fire behind. He drove off into the darkness.
The next morning, my alarm clock beeped its way through my dream, and forced me back into reality.
The only reason I actually got up, was because I knew Jake would be outside in a few minutes. I hurriedly packed my bag, got dressed, and headed down the stairs. But I knew, two seconds in advance, that I wouldn't make it. I was stupid enough, that in my hurry to get to Jake, I forgot about my ankle, and stupidly stepped on my right foot.
I tumbled down the last few steps, landing with a "humph". Then my ankle started to throb. It hurt so badly. Throughout the week I've been taking good care of it, eager to have it healed, but why oh why did I have to be so careless on my last day? Ugh. It continued to throb, and when I tried to stand back up, it just killed me more.
I sat back down, cursing myself for wanting to see Jake. I sat there for five more minutes, not sure what to do. Everytime I tried to stand up, I couldn't support myself.
Then I heard my bag ring. I fished through it, until I found my cell phone. I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID.
"Hey, Nessie," Jake said, when I opened the phone. "You ready?"
"Yes,"
"Well, I'm outside," he said hesitantly.
"Okay,"
"You coming?"
"Yeah,"
He stayed silent. Then said, "You still there?"
Oh what the hell, he'll laugh at me either way, "Uhh, Jake. I need a little help."
"Oh, well, okay. Should I come in?"
"Yea, the door is open."
"Alright," I heard the door open, then "Where are you?" from the front, and from my phone.
"By the stairs,"
I heard the line go dead, and then, "Oh, are you alright?" he asked, rushing towards me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't seem to get up." I smiled weakly. He bent down, picked me up, and walked me over to the couch. "Wait, what are you doing? You have to drive me to school,"
"But, you can't go to school like this,"
"Yes, I can, I have to see the nurse, remember?"
He thought about it, "Alright, got me there," He picked me back up, with the slightest ease. I wondered how he could always pick me up so easily, I mean, I'm not exactly what you call light.
He set me in the passenger's seat of the car, and ran around to the driver's side. "Are you okay? Does anything still hurt?"
"No, I'm fine, it's just really sore."
"Okay, I'll take you to the nurse as soon as we get there. But how did you hurt it anyways?"
"I fell down the stairs," I stated, "I was just, in a hurry," not wanting to say more.
"Well, I can't imagine you're that eager to go to school." he chuckled.
"I'm not," I blushed.
He turned to look at me, suspicion in his eyes. "Okay, now you really got to tell me," smiling like an innocent devil. I blushed even deeper. Why was I so stupid? I wish I would just disappear.
"I was just too fast for my own good, now can you please keep your eyes on the road?"
"Alright, but I'm going to get it out of you sometime. It looks pretty interesting." he laughed.
Ugh, I just stared out the window, that handsome smile of his was just driving me mad.
We made it to school half an hour later. I guess the bell had already rung, because the parking lot was deserted. Jake picked me up, and walked me over to the nurse's office.
"Oh, dear, what happened this time?" she asked.
"Last week she twisted her ankle," Jake spoke for me.
"Oh yes, I remember. And I told you to come back today. But if you rested all week like i asked you too, then you should be fine by now."
"Yes, I did, and it was beginning to heal. In fact yesterday, it was almost back to normal." I said, "But this morning, I stumbled down the stairs, and hurt it again," I blushed, at my own clumsiness.
"Oh dear. Alright, let me see." Jake set me on the depressing bed, and the nurse walked over, and bent down to unravel my band aid. "Well, you seem to have quite the colourful ankle," she observed.
I hesitantly looked down, and saw blue, purple, yellow, and green all over.
"Well, it doesn't look as bad as last time, but it is damaged. I suggest you head back home today. I won't put anything back on it, but you should rest. It should be fine by monday." she smiled up at me.
"Thank you," I replied.
Jake carried me back outside, and set me on the hood of his car.
"Oh, dang it," I suddenly blurted out.
"What happened?" Jake looked worried.
"My English essay is due today," I answered. He laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?" I seethed, smacking his chest.
"You just re-twisted your ankle, and have the whole day off, and you're worried that you won't get your essay in on time?" he laughed again.
"Fine," I attempted to get off his car, but when he realized what I was doing, he quickly wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To English class," trying to ease my way from his grip.
"No you're not." he set me back on the hood of the car, and forced me to look at him. "Alright, I'm sorry. I'm going to go in there right now, and hand in both of our essays. Did you forget that I'm in your English class?"
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I couldn't get a sweeter friend.
"You think you'd be able to stay here alone. I'll be back in two minutes." he promised.
"Alright," I smiled, getting my essay out of my bag and giving it to him. "Thank you,"
"My pleasure," he said, leaning in and kissing my forehead, "I'm sorry I laughed at you," and before i knew it, he was running back into the building.
I smiled. Not knowing exactly what to make of that kiss. Was it an I-want-to-be-your-best-friend-again-kiss or an I-really-like-you-kiss? I decided to agree with whatever my brain told me. The first one seemed to make more sense.
Exactly three minutes later, I spotted Jake make his way back. "I'm sorry I was late, i just went over to the office to sign us both out for the day,"
"Thank you," I smiled at him, he set me back in the passenger's seat, and drove back home.
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