We walk back to Emily's house, him trying to convince me that more than old people say that. Doesn't really work.
"Whatever, only old people say it." I say as we walk into the house. "So you're calling me old?" I shrug and look up when I realize how silent it is. "What?" I ask. "You didn't faint?" Kim asks. Everyone laughs. "No I think if I was gonna faint I would've on the porch." "What, while you were in his arms?" Quil says, his voice high and his hand on his forehead. I cock my head to the side, "You know what? Shut the fuck up porcupine." He pouts, "Sam! Jaycee is being mean to me!" "Sounds like a personal problem." Sam says, grinning.
The oven dings and Emily and I look at each other. "Jaycee..!" She says as I get up and run to the stove. I pull out the pan and Jacob snatches it from me. "That's hot you could burn yourself." He scolds. I roll my eyes, "I already burned myself on your skin, this is nothing." I say then snatch it back.
He sighs, and I grab the chocolate and Carmel sauces out of the cabinet. I drizzle it all over the top, then freeze when I feel a hand on my waist. I ignore it and continue drizzling. Until Emily snatches the almost empty bottles out of my hands. "I think that's enough.." She says. I look up at jake and pout. "She took it from me." He groans then turns to Emily, "What about just a little bit more?" She shakes her head. "I don't think so Mr. and Mrs. Black." He grins and my eyes widen and I turn pink. My phone starts ringing and I answer it saying, "Hey jake can you cut me a piece?" He nods, "Sure, sure." I smirk and roll my eyes. I put the phone up to my ear.
"So, who's Jake? Your new boyfriend? What's he look like? Is he cute? Is he one of those hot Indians like your daddy? Don't tease him about 'Sure, sure,' I can see the smirk on your face from Vermont, Jaycee Leah Young!"
My best friend, Ciara says, of course, loudly in my ear. "CIARA FUCKIN ROSE ROBERTSON! Say one more thing I. Dare. You." I growl. She laughs. "You can't hurt me from Washington, Sailor Jay." I groan, Sailor Jay is the name my friends gave me when I cussed around them so much it drove them crazy. "So, my questions? Is he hot? Is he your boyfriend?" I roll my eyes and go out the backyard, near the tree line. "Ci, we both know I don't have a boyfriend.. Immaturity remember? And... He doesn't hurt my eyes." "Well I thought maybe you had sobered up. And does he pleasure your eyes? Is he the most delicious piece of arm candy you've ever seen?" She says. "Um.. No." I say, turning red. "So.. How is it there though? You doing okay?" She asks, suddenly serious. I sit down on a rock. "Well... There's a lot of stuff you wouldn't believe so I'll tell you what you will." I say. "Shoot sister." "Sam dumped Leah for our cousin, Emily. Remember when he called of the big proposal and we cried because we couldn't be bridesmaids?" I ask. I had told Sam the only way I was gonna be a bridesmaid was if Ciara could be one too, even thought they barely knew her. He had agreed. That was the only way they were gonna get me in a dress. "Oh yeah, I remember." "Yeah it's because he fell in love with Emily.. Oh shit.." I say, realizing Sam imprinted on Emily. "ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKIN SERIOUS?!" Ciara yells. "Um yeah moving on." I say quickly. We talk until the boys come running out of the house and jake picks me up and runs back in the house. The phone hung up by itself. He puts his hands on my cheeks, "Do not leave the house? Got it?" I nod. "Promise?" I nod again. he kisses my forehead and runs out of the house.
I turn around and see the kitchen empty so I walk into the living room. Kim and Emily are sitting on the couch looking anxious. I sit down next to Kim, then text Ciara that I have to go. She texts back and I can see her rolling her eyes.
Well I can see that Sailor Jay. Daniel misses you btw.
I roll my eyes too bad for Daniel, I'm in love with someone else now. Daniel was a boy I liked. That liked me. We kissed once, but we never got together. Wait did I just say I'm in love with someone else?! I don't love him!
Yes you do stupid.
My conscience says
But we're just friends.
I argue back.
No, you told the boy that's convinced you're the love of his life that you just wanna be friends. He'll never like you as just a friend.
He'll always look at you as the woman-oops sorry, girl he can't have because she thinks she's too immature!
My fuckin conscience just told me off. So obviously, all of me isn't happy with my decision to push Jacob away. And it plagues me for the next couple of days.
