Okay, so it wasn't as fluffy as I thought it'd be when I wrote this. But, ah, what the hell, it's the best I could come up with.
Hope you enjoy this chapter! It's a bit different from the rest considering that...wellll you'll see ;)
Chapter 9
As soon as I hung up the phone, I sat down, trying to convince myself that the rapid beating of my heart was a side-effect of my ill state rather than the knowledge that Jacob was coming over. At the thought of Jacob coming over I felt myself sneeze.
"Ugh," I quietly groaned, getting up and scuffling over to my desk to grab the tissue box.
Blowing my nose, I gazed adoringly at the now snot-contaminated Kleenex, "I love you."
I glanced over at the clock and glowing neon numbers informed me that it was currently 1:30, meaning that Jacob would probably be over in less than fifteen minutes or so. This gave me enough time to properly wash my face and get rid of all the used Kleenexes littering the floor and covering my duvet. I winced at the thought of Jacob seeing me in my current condition – no doubt he would never let me live down the humiliation.
First things first: I needed to get out of my bathrobe and put on real clothing.
While putting on my bra, I heard a soft knock on my door. I let out a happy yell – it was my mom back from the doctors with, thank God, actual medicine. My head had begun spinning dangerously just ten minutes ago.
"You're here!"
I heard the door open but didn't both turning around, now searching through my boxes (I was still too lazy to properly unpack) for a sweater to slip over my naked skin.
"Do you have the medicine?" I asked, before triumphantly pulling the arm of a cream-colored sweater out of the tangled mess. Still slipping it over my head, I turned around.
My voice slightly muffled by the material, I grumbled, "Why are you so quiet?"
When I popped my head out of the opening I realized why my mom was being so silent; it was because it wasn't her standing in my doorway. It was Jacob.
I expected to see at least an ounce of shock on his face, because I was pretty damn certain that my mouth was wide open at this point (I mean, how in the world did he get over here so fast?), or at least a hint of embarrassment.
Instead he was staring at me in that way again – with the same heavy lidded gaze that had haunted my thoughts the day before. His brown eyes had melted into a sinful black and my skin tightened with prickling sensations. The blood my heart was pumping and resounded furiously in my ear, causing momentary deafness.
Suddenly he broke eye contact with me and snarled, "Get dressed" before walking briskly away.
I found myself staring agape at the now empty doorframe.
Was he seriously mad?
Despite having on a sweater that barely covered my ass, I followed after him, furious that he had the nerve to be upset with me.
He was the one who was peeping at me while I was changing.
He was the one who just barged into my room.
Before he could take the first step down the stairs I grabbed his arm and, with a strength I never knew I possessed, I pushed him roughly against the wall before unleashing my anger.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to suddenly get mad at me, least of all to start bossing me around." I yelled, poking my forefinger into his chest with every other word and trying to ignore the fact that it was starting to hurt.
Why did his chest have to be so bloody hard?
"If I want to wear only a sweater then I'll wear only a sweater. Heck, I'll walk around in my underwear if I so choose to," I took a breath, more than ready to continue when suddenly I was the one with my back against the wall and Jacob was gazing at me once again with those frighteningly intimate eyes.
He was so close that I could see the brown and green in his eyes had darkened considerably and I found my eyes wandering down to his lips.
If I thought his eyes were pretty, well, then his mouth was absolutely delicious. It was smooth and soft and I wanted to touch it. Abruptly it became taut when Jacob let out a low growl and his canine teeth peeked out. A shiver went up my spine.
Dear God, did he just growl?
I shyly looked back up only to find that his eyes were watching mine with an intensity that left me little doubt that he had noticed me staring at his lips. I turned red and suddenly I became fed up – fed up with being confused, with the uncomfortable heat in my chest and my stomach, and most of all, with my clogged up nose. Letting out a growl of my own I tried to slip out from under him but he suddenly grabbed both my arms and raised them above my head, effectively trapping me with the firm frame of his body.
"Jacob, let go of me," I warned, struggling to get out of his grasp but his hands simply tightened around mine. I raised my eyes to challenge his, but when I did meet his eyes, the heat in my stomach became nearly unbearable. His eyes no longer had the same ferocity as before, but had softened to a golden hue and he was now lazily smirking at me, his canine tooth still gently puncturing the flesh on his bottom lip.
He leaned even more forward until his lips were nearly touching mine and his features became dangerously fuzzy until all I could focus on was his eyes staring at mine. My heart nearly stopped when he tenderly intertwined his fingers with mine.
"And what if I don't want to?" He asked, his hot breath skimming over my partly opened lips.
Okay – this had gone on far enough. Clearly I was sicker than I had given myself credit for. Leaning my head back, I took a deep breath before bringing my forehead forwardly to sharply collide into his.
It worked like a charm.
He immediately released me and let out a quiet swear.
Slightly dizzy, I clutched the wall as I attempted to make an escape to my room.
God, his head was just as hard as his damn chest.
Halfway there! Suddenly I heard a snort behind me before Jacob began laughing loudly. I turned around warily only to be greeted with the image of him holding onto his stomach with one hand, while leaning on the wall for support with the other.
I couldn't help myself and began giggling before full fledge guffaws were escaping me. Tears were forming in my eyes and I idly wondered whether I had turned insane from the cold. So distracted was I that I didn't notice that he had walked up to me and was now picking me up.
"Wah – let go of me!"
Such similar words as earlier and yet in such a different situation. I was smiling and rather than putting up a struggle (after all, it was a long fall from his arms to the ground) I reluctantly clung to his shoulders.
He brought me the rest of the way to my room and thankfully didn't say a word about the sheer amount of Kleenexes as he placed me on my bed. Proceeding to sit next to on the edge of the bed, he let out a quiet sigh before turning to me with a rueful grin.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to lose control – it's just that you drive me crazy," he was no longer facing me but was now staring determinedly out the window, a flush covering his face, "and I never know how to act around you."
He was saying something else but by now my mind had become fogged over with sleepiness and his words were beginning to lose their meaning. Instead I tried to focus on the way the light was shining in and how safe I felt, lying in my bed with Jacob by my side. I smiled drowsily before mumbling, "That's nice; night-night now."
The last thing I saw was Jacob's incredulous look before darkness made everything disappear.
When I woke up everything around me was shrouded in shadows.
How long have I been asleep?
I looked by my night stand – it was 4:56. The sun always seemed to set sooner in the winter.
Letting out a groan I rolled around in my bed before finally getting up and letting out a loud yawn. I felt like I was forgetting something, but instead of pondering over it I simply went to go to retrieve my tissue box.
My foot suddenly connected with a large thing and I let out an impressive shriek.
It twitched and I grabbed onto a pillow, ready to whack if I had to.
"Ow. Are you trying to kill me Remy?" it sounded strangely like a disgruntled Jacob.
I stared at it in surprise.
"Jacob?"
"Yes, who the hell did you think I was – the boogey monster?" he snapped.
"Of course not." Yes I did you insensitive ass! Who the hell sleeps on someone else's floor?
Sniffing, I poked him with my foot.
"Could you move? You're blocking me from my tissues."
"Sorry," he grumbled, before getting up.
I nearly forgot how tall he was, his body easily towering over mine. Brushing past him I grabbed the Kleenex box and clutched it possessively to my chest. After clearing my nose, I looked up only to find that Jacob was still standing where he was before and was now staring at me.
Or at least I think he was staring at me.
It had become so dark in the room that for all I know he could've very well been staring at the trashcan at my feet and the notable amount of tissue accumulating in there. Subtly using my foot to move the bin from his view I cleared my throat before asking, "So, when'd you get here? And where's my mom?"
This time I was sure he was staring at me because the room had suddenly become heavy with tense silence.
"You don't remember?"
I furrowed my brows – remember what?
"What are you talking about?"
Jacob let out a laugh then, one that sounded both strained and relieved at the same time. Coming over to my side, he fondly ruffled my hair before murmuring, "it's nothing. And your mom suddenly had to go pick someone up so she asked me to look after you."
I smiled up at him and believed him.
"So, you ready for my famous peppermint tea?"
"Oh God yes."
He chuckled and this time I didn't even both trying to ignore the familiar warm tingle in the pit of my stomach.
Hurrah! Jacob finally gets close to getting some action!
And you'll have to excuse Remy's out of character behavior - she's always a bit more wild when she's sick.
Here's a preview for next time:
Ignoring how familiar our current position was, I smiled benignly at her.
"You don't want me to force feed you, do you?"
She looked to her right and let out an angry huff.
"I'd bite off your finger before you even got that crap near me."
My left eyebrow twitched – brat.
