A/N: Hey guys! I am updating after only 3 reviews because I never specifically said I needed 6. Also thanks to my awesome power of knowing all, 75 people have read the last chapter, so I should have 75 reviews! But I forgive you, my adoring readers :). I have a reader warning for this chapter, though. There is a bit of lemony goodness. But absolutely NO sex. There will be no full on lemon in this story. Yay for abstinence! Here's a shout-out to my three reviewers: 2010Camaro 2SS, lovably17 (a repeat reviewer!), and ForeverTeamEdward13 (also a repeat reviewer! not sure why she/he is reading a story written by a Team Jacob fan, but that's okay). Anyway, without any further ado, Chapter 7!
Baby you showed me what living is for
I don't wanna hide anymore
You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier
Crazier
Feels like I'm fallin' and I
I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier.
- Taylor Swift, Crazier
Chapter 7
I pulled into school on Monday. Jake was waiting for me, as per usual. I had barely stepped out of the car before he was next to me. He wrapped his arms around me. I was surprised, but soon melted into his embrace. He pulled away and kissed my forehead. I smiled. I could really get used to this. I grabbed my stuff, grabbed his hand, and we walked in together. I could feel people's eyes on us as we passed by. I whispered in his ear, "People are staring at us."
"Just staring at one of the school freaks and the gorgeous girl on his arm." I felt my cheeks turn red. "But I don't mind it if you don't."
I squeezed his hand, "Of course I don't. It's just . . . weird that's all. I'm not used to all the attention. People back home would not believe their eyes if they saw me right now."
He gave me a look, "What do you mean?"
I took a breath, "Well I wasn't considered . . . pretty or dateable back at my old school."
An angry expression suddenly took over his face, "How could anyone not think you were pretty?"
I looked down at the ground, "Some nasty rumors were made up and spread about me. By people who hated me. I don't know why, and it really hurt me. No guy even gave me a second thought."
We stopped and he looked at me. "Well I think you're beautiful."
I blushed. "No one's ever called me beautiful before."
He smiled and we ambled to class.
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The next day at 4, Jake showed up at my door, backpack in hand. We both had major tests the next week, and I figured we could bounce information off each other. I had thrown on a white button down and maroon skinny jeans; he wore a t-shirt and shorts. Jacob pressed me into a hug and we walked into the living room. My sister had cheer practice and my parents drove her, so we had the whole house to ourselves. I hadn't expected to get much actual studying done, but I'd set out my Economics stuff anyway.
We sat next to each other on the sofa and started quizzing each other: the Nasdaq and stock options for me, Fitzgerald and Emerson for him. Or at least, we tried to. Every couple seconds he'd do something to make me laugh and soon I couldn't concentrate. We kept this up for about an hour. Suddenly Jake said, "I'm hungry."
I laughed, "Jacob, you're always hungry. That's nothing new."
Jake stretched out his arm and flexed. "These guns don't just happen you know."
I rolled my eyes and tossed the house phone at him. "Fine. You can pay for the pizzas then." He raised his left hand in defeat while balancing the phone in the other. 30 minutes later, with pizza in hand and a DVD in the player, we settled down on the couch. I cuddled next to him and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and started playing with my hair. Suddenly, he cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my face up so that we were mere inches from each other. And he kissed me.
This one was different. There was something more . . . wanting. Hungry. He moved his lips against mine in a sort of frenzy. I wanted more. He wanted more. And we both knew it. I gripped his shirt and pulled him towards me.
More. More. More.
And then we lost all control. All of a sudden he was on top of me. I yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He undid the top buttons of my shirt. My hands caressed the small of his back, his stomach, his smooth chest. I couldn't get enough of him. My hand grazed the top of his pants. I resisted the urge to yank off his jeans as well. A groan escaped from his lips. His hands felt their way under my shirt, moving up and down my back. I couldn't help myself. I arched at the feel of his touch, pushing at his bare chest. Without thinking, I wrapped my leg around his. But then a small voice inside of me said.
Stop.
Stop.
I knew that if we didn't stop now, we wouldn't stop at all. I couldn't do this. I just wasn't ready. This wasn't right. And I knew it. I forced myself to stop. I quit kissing him. "Jacob. Jake. We have to stop." Gently, I pushed him off of me.
He looked at me and shoved his hand into his hair, "Oh my god, Cecily, I'm so sorry. I lost control. I would never make you do something that you aren't ready for. I'm sorry." He picked his shirt up off the ground and put it back on.
I smiled at him." It's okay Jacob. I lost control too." I put his hands in mine and placed them on my waist. "Let's just . . . finish the movie."
He didn't seem convinced. "It's the pizza," I blurted out.
Jacob's brows knit together in confusion. "It's the zesty combination of cheese and pepperoni. It just does something to me."
He let out a chuckle, visibly relaxing. He pulled me close and we finished watching.
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Jacob's POV
I pulled up to Cecily's house at 4 on the dot. Damn, I thought to myself, she sure has a big house. I walked up to the door. She was wearing a white shirt and skinny jeans. She looked hot. I mean really hot. I held her in my arms for one brief moment and we made our way to the living room. It was pretty huge, with a leather couch and massive windows. The house was silent; her parents must've been gone. We settled into the couch and cracked open our books.
It didn't last very long. Soon I was cracking jokes and making silly faces to make her laugh. After about an hour of non-studying, my stomach rumbled. I realized that I was starving. "I'm hungry." I said off-handedly.
She laughed, "Jacob you're always hungry. That's nothing new."
I showed off my muscles. "These guns don't just happen you know."
Cecily whipped the phone at me. "Fine. You can pay for the pizzas then."
After I bought a couple pizzas, I rifled through the TV cabinet, searching for something to watch. I came across 17 Again. I knew she'd like that, so I pulled it from its spot and popped it in. We got comfortable on the couch and she snuggled close to me, putting her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her and played with her silky hair, twirling it around my finger. On an impulse, I cupped her chin in my hand and moved her face to mine. Our faces were only inches away from each other. I put her lips to mine.
Something had changed. This was more . . . searching. I wanted more. I wanted her. Every inch of her. We were kissing each other like we were running out of time. I was tired of being restrained. She grabbed my shirt and yanked me closer. And then I made a big mistake.
I let my instincts take over.
I became aggressive, my wolf overcoming me. I quickly moved on top of her. I couldn't control myself anymore. She ripped my shirt off and tossed it away. I undid the top button of her shirt, not allowing myself to go there. Yet. She explored the now-exposed part of my body, feeling her way up my back, tracing my six-pack with her fingers, placing her hands on my chest. God, she really enjoyed torturing me. She moved her hand over the hem of my jeans. I growled, begging for her touch. I let my hands trail up her back. She arched towards me, pushing at me with her body. Her leg found its way around mine, locked in a passion. I knew where this was going. I knew.
Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.
Stop.
It took me a second to realize that Cecily had said stop. I could feel her gently push me off. I knew I had made a mistake.
"Oh my god Cecily, I'm so sorry. I lost control. I would never make you do something you aren't ready for. I'm sorry." I ran my hand through my hair. I found my shirt and pulled it back over my head and covered the rest of my body.
She smiled at me. How could she smile after what I'd almost made her do? She took my big hands in her own and placed them on her waist. "It's okay Jacob. I lost control too. Let's just . . . finish the movie."
I sat there, still tense, when she announced, "It's the pizza!"
My eyes shot a look her way. "It's that zesty combination of cheese and pepperoni. It just does something to me."
I laughed and pulled her close.
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After the movie, I gave her a quick kiss good bye and left her house. Her parents pulled in at the same time. It's good that hadn't continued or else they would've caught us and her dad could test that shot of his. As I rode home, my thoughts screamed at me.
After what had happened tonight, or rather, what had almost happened, I made a decision. I had to tell Cecily. I had to tell her I was a wolf. If I ever let go of restraint again, she would at least know why. She was probably still wondering about the giant creature she saw outside that one night. She just had to know. I sent her a quick text. Meet me at First Beach at 1:00 tomorrow. Love, Jake.
Uh oh! Wonder how this is gonna go? 7 reviews for the next chapter! I just want to say here how much I love the song Crazier! I also have a serious question of all of my lovely reviewers that have actually read the books: When does Jacob become the alpha? How does it happen? Does Sam just . . . not become a wolf anymore? How does he take it? Thanks!
