*Okay, here it is—CHAPTER TEN! I promised some juicy stuff in this chapter. It's one of my favorites, because of the secrets that come out and the…ahem…sensual detailing. But I really liked writing this chapter, so I hope that you enjoy reading it.
*Though I did not get the ten reviews I asked for, I did get about eight and a few PM's from my nuggets (my readers) and so I guess those would've been reason to update quicker, but I was kinda super-duper busy. So, sorey (my way of pronouncing the word "sorry" and no, I am not Canadian) about that.
*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS—I OWN THEIR EMOTIONS & THE PLOT LINES…
*MOST OF THIS STORY—EVERYONE'S ACTIONS AND/OR SAYINGS—ARE BASED FROM REAL-LIFE INCIDENTS WITH MY REAL-LIFE FRIENDS (ULTIMATETWIHARD513, MOSTLY.)…I'LL LET YOU GUESS WHICH EXPERIENCES I DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS, THOUGH…
*It has been brought to my attention that chapter nine was a bit…out there and confusing. I'm sorry if you feel that way. Just promise to hang in there for me.
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Last time on Chasing Perfection:
The feelings in which Jacob held for me were mutual:…True.
I had to admit it to myself. I have feelings for Jacob Black.
No…it was more than just a "feeling"…
I think…that just maybe…I might be…I sighed, letting reality cut through my heart and soul like a ragged, rusty knife…In love with him.
Ch. 10: Lusty Nights and Hateful Eyes
This Ch. Also switches POV's a bit…
Nessie-POV
The moment my feet landed on the hardwood in Leah's room, I knew what I was about to do. I grabbed the heavy shoebox from under my bed and headed to the barn.
I found the necessary equipment needed to build a fire and lit up a barrel filled with enough hay to get it going. One by one I dumped a grimy, disgusting letter into the blaze.
"Little Ren" and "My Girl," were the names I saw being eaten into nothings of ash. I didn't care.
You're my girl… I could hear Nahuel's voice now. Yeah, I scoffed internally. I may have been your girl, but I sure as hell wasn't your only girl.
I felt like an idiot as the tears poured freely from my eyes. I wiped them away seeing that the smoke was burning and stinging them as well.
I sat at my spot on top of the work table as I watched the fiery whips lick the fading sky.
The colors matched so well together. The fire and the sunset. Now, every time that I'd sit and watch a sunset, it would never be the same. It would be associated with this day.
I was so stupid to let Nahuel hassle me like that. He never wanted you, you know that. You expected that. But you stayed anyway. Stupid, stupid, crazy GIRL!
"Are you crazy?" I heard a distant voice shout at me. By this point, my head was in my hands and I was too oblivious to the outside world to look up. "Renesmee! You can't start a fire in a barn!"
It was Jacob. Jacob was yelling at me. He was yelling at me. I should be the one yelling at him. After everything that he's done to me.
He's done nothing! My conscience screamed.
He made me love him! I shouted back.
Not his fault you're a hormonal teenager!
I heard a hose spray out the flames and felt a few drops of water sprinkle across my toes.
I didn't look up. I was too ashamed with myself.
"Renesmee?" He questioned me. I could hear him walking closer to me. He placed a warm hand on my thigh, but I pulled away. "W-what's wrong? What happened?" He asked me.
I shook my head. "N-nothing. I-I'm f-fine. Leav-ve me a-alone." I gasped out hiding my face.
"No, tell me." He grabbed the hand hiding me from him and kissed the palm. "What happened, honey? Why are you crying?"
I sucked it up and breathed out my reply quickly. "You were right, Jacob, he is a dick. He was cheating on me. The whole I've been gone—and for God only knows how much longer before that."
"Then, why are you crying?" He asked stupidly.
"I just told you why!" I shouted through the tears. "My boyfriend is cheat—"
"You shouldn't waste your tears on jackasses." He said it so…softly. It made my heart ache for no reason at all.
I was speechless as I stared at him. My mind was blank. I almost lost control of where I was as I lept from the bench into his arms. I nearly knocked him onto the floor.
I curled my legs around his waist tightly, never wanting him to let me go. I fisted my hands into his hair and kissed him rougher than I ever had before. I didn't hold anything back.
He kissed me back with his strong, warm arms wrapped around me and drawing me closer into him.
I pulled my arms down to his torso, careful not to risk the loss of his soft lips on my own. I carefully undid the notch on his belt and practically ripped the loops to get rid of it. I threw it to the ground and yanked his shirt out of the top of his jeans. I began ripping at the buttons until there was nothing but torn thread dangling from it.
I was pulling Jacob's wife beater halfway up his delicious abs when he caught my hands.
"Renesmee, stop." He said panting while pulling away. "I'm not doing this to you."
"You're not doing it to me, Jacob." I told him pulling his face closer to mine. "You're doing it with me." I whispered against his lips. He began slipping away from me. I had to stop him. I needed him.
I pulled my tank top over my head, exposing him my new red, lacy, balconette bra from Victoria's Secret. I smiled seductively and leaned in to kiss his neck.
"N-no." He said distractedly as I sucked at the soft skin below his ear. "I can't Nessie…" He moaned.
I pulled away when I heard his words.
Nessie…
He had just called me Nessie…
Shut up, Nessie. Or you're going to get us both killed.
I nearly fainted as I stared into his eyes in a daze.
It was Jacob. The stranger in my dream. From my dream, from all those years…It had been Jacob. My savior, my hero…My Jacob.
The words slipped out and I didn't even want to take them back. "I love you, Jake."
He sucked in a shaky breath and kissed me softly on the lips. "I love you, too, Nessie."
And he gave in, right there in the barn.
He left for a brief moment to find a horse blanket for us to lie down on.
To be quite honest, I thought. I could do it standing up…or against the bench…or lying on the hay. Any where's good for me.
When he stretched out the blanket on the hay covered floor, he glanced up at me with a smirk. He took a brief overview of my body and pulled his wife beater completely over his head. My eyes traveled to the tattoo right above his hip.
I remembered the first time I had saw it—the first day we had met. I couldn't recognize the picture then, but I could now. It was of a shamrock outlined in black and filled in with a bronzer color than his skin. Above it was the word "Rusty" and below was "Luck". I made a mental note to ask him what that was about; right now I was busy.
I slid my low-rise jeans down and threw them across the room, my gaze never leaving his.
It reminded me of the scene from The Notebook. The one where they're getting ready to do each other and they're slowly peeling back their clothes.
I smirked back at him and walked over, swinging my hips. He swallowed hard as he stared at my lace G-string. He licked his lips and held out his arms.
I ignored them and pushed him down onto the floor. He stared at me in awe, "Controlling. I like it."
"Shhh…" I placed a finger over his lips. "No talking. I'm running this show."
He chuckled and lay back with his arms crossed behind his head. I got down on the ground and moved to straddle him. He moved to touch my hips with his rough hands. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. I trailed my lips down his jaw…his ear…his throat…his chest.
I kissed him until I was down to the straining button and zipper on his jeans. I looked up at him through my lashes and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. He lifted himself up so that I could pull them down his long legs.
I giggled softly when I saw his erection nearly bulging out through his gray boxer-briefs. I glanced up at his face. He was biting roughly onto his bottom lip. I smirked at him and he tried to fight back a moan.
He lost.
I hovered my hands over the elastic band and then lowered them to touch his hips. I slipped my hands underneath and touched him.
His hips jerked gently as a reaction. He moaned again. "Nessie…"
I loved hearing the way my name rolled off of his tongue.
I finally pulled his underwear down all the way, exposing him fully. I could feel my eyes widen at his length. If I could guesstimate for a moment…I'd go with about eight inches…and three-quarters.
I gasped softly, "Oh, my god." Then moaned. "You're so big, Jake." I smirked up at him again and with my eyes never leaving his, my mouth hovered over his cock. I blew a hot breath on it and he groaned louder. I kissed his tip, softly.
"Fuck, Ness…"
I chuckled and then took him into my mouth. I couldn't fit him but only a little over half—and that was deep throating. With what I couldn't fit, I just used my hands. My fingers couldn't all the way reach around—but I was successful.
God, Jacob was a lucky man.
I relaxed my throat and sucked gently, with my hands stroking him from his base and up his shaft. I bobbed my head up and down sucking and, occasionally, scraped my teeth along his shaft gently.
"Aw, fuck. Ness." He groaned smashing his eyes shut and then opening them once more. He panted and tried to suppress his moans as I swirled my tongue around his tip roughly. I began to hum and moan around his thick cock when he came.
"Holy shit!" He ground his teeth together and panted more.
I sucked him dry and licked my lips as I pulled away.
"How'd you like that…" I asked seductively. "…honey?"
He smiled tiredly at me. "Oh, fuck…"
"Why don't we…" I began as I walked my fingers up his body. "…take this back to your place…?" I whispered to him.
I had never seen someone jump up that fast in my life. I couldn't help but laugh as he caught me by the arm and pulled to his truck. His pants were still at his ankles as he pushed me into the passenger seat. He lingered his lips on mine for a few seconds and then shut the door.
When he got to the drivers' seat his pants were up, but not buttoned or zipped. "Our clothes…" I said pointing back at the barn. "Charlie will see."
"Naw, he hardly comes out here." Jake said pulling me closer into his arms.
"Unlike you…" I giggled. Oh, the innuendo…
"I've never seen that side of you before…" He started the truck and exhaled strongly.
"You like it?" I bit my lip and touched his thigh with my hand. I moved my hand up and down slowly. He squirmed under my touch. I scooted closer and placed my lips on his neck.
"Oh, Nessie…" His Adam's apple moved under my lips.
"I love it when you call me that." I ran my fingers down his chest. "How much longer before we get there? I need you…" I flipped my hair over my shoulder and kissed down his arm.
He groaned. "I need you, Ness."
I looked down; he was already hard again. I chuckled and smiled at him.
"What…?" He asked roughly.
"I was just thinking of how you taste…"
"Am I good…?" He asked awkwardly.
I bit my lip and suppressed a moan myself. "So… good. Better than anything in the world. Mhmm…" I moaned aloud.
"Oh, shit." He squirmed uncomfortably. "Don't do that yet, Ness." He panted out. "Give me a minute."
"You won't want me in a minute…" I whined.
"Oh, believe me…" He glanced down at my attire. "I'll want you."
"Suit yourself." I purred into his ear.
A minute or two rolled by when Jacob pulled his truck to a stop. "We're here." He looked deranged.
I laughed when I realized where we were.
"What?" He asked opening his door. "Why are you laughing?"
"Calm down…" I smiled and moved to straddle him. I glanced up at him through my lashes. "I just remembered that the last time we were in this driveway…I didn't know who you were." He touched my cheek. "That seems like a lifetime ago now." I cleared my throat. "Now, are you going to take me to your room? Or do I have to play Get Naked all by myself?"
He kissed my lips softly and pulled himself out of the truck with me attached to his waist. I jumped onto the ground and pulled him to the door. He got his keys out of his back pocket and shakily unlocked the door.
Before he fully opened the door all the way, I pushed him against the wall and pulled myself up to his face. I sucked roughly on his bottom lip and moaned into his mouth. I pulled away just before he locked his firm hands around my waist and stared into my eyes.
The house was dark and it was almost scary with the night sky stretching through the windows, but I knew that I was safe in Jake's arms.
"Where's your room?" I asked him almost breathlessly.
He chuckled darkly and pulled me through the shadowy house. I heard a door creak open and then could see the moonlight outline his bed. His sheets were dark and the bed was queen sized; it took up almost half of the room.
I sighed and turned in his arms to face him. He kicked the door closed behind him and reached for the light switch.
"No…" I said stopping his hand. "I like it better in the dark. It's a little more mysterious." I lowered my hands to his jeans and dropping my knees, I pulled them and his boxer-briefs to the ground. "Aren't you up for a little mystery?" I whispered, cocking my head to him.
He stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the room. His hands sank to the sides of my thong, and with a quick flip of the wrist, the small stretch of fabric had been snapped. It dropped to the ground.
I smiled at him with my eyes, pulled him to the center of his bed and threw him down like I had in the barn. He chuckled once more.
"I love you." I said as I lay on top of him. My knees pushed out on both sides of him.
He leaned up and unclasped my bra.
And then there I was. Finally. Naked. In front of Jacob, and it didn't even bother me.
He reversed our position so that he was on top now. "I love you, too."
He palmed my breast and rubbed his thumb over my nipple causing me to moan. "Jake…"
He kissed me softly. "My turn to run the show." He whispered and then trailed his long, slender fingers down my body.
When he reached my entrance, he slipped a finger in and rubbed it against my clit. Agonizing at first, slow and almost torturous, then he began to pick up the pace. I writhed against his sheets in pleasure, moaning out his name. I reached down and grabbed onto his cock and stroked him at the same speed he was going with me. I was almost about to come when he stopped completely.
"No!" I nearly screamed out. "Keep…going."
"Hold on." He reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. "Shit…" He said under his breath. "I'm out of Magnums."
"That was…a big…box." I said trying to catch my breath. "She gave you a hundred and fifty—"
"We used them all." He said back.
"Just forget about the condoms." I said. "I'll be perfectly fine without them."
"You're on the pill?" He asked me.
"Yes. Just fuck me. Now." I growled.
And he did.
He didn't even give me a moment to adjust myself. Compared to Nahuel's six inches, Jake would definitely take some adjusting.
He pushed jaggedly into me causing me to scream out,"HolyMotherFuckingShitJacob!"
I couldn't tell if it were in pain or not. I was too lost in my own lust to think clearly.
He stopped for a moment and stared at me waiting to go on.
"Go; I'm fine." I sucked in a deep breath.
He pumped into me gently like I was going to break if he went any rougher.
"Harder, Jacob!" I ordered.
I felt my nails dig into his back and claw at his skin as he thrust into me faster and faster.
"Dammit, Nessie!" He panted out. "You're so…tight."
Jacob's face was one of determination. Sweat was beading down from his forehead and down onto my own. He lowered himself closer onto my body and rubbed his glistening chest on my mine. I arched my back as his tongue glided down my neck.
"Jacob…" I panted out. "I'm about…t-to…come." I took in a deep breath and he pushed into me rougher, harder, more feral than before so that he could come with me.
We both came with screams of pleasure and ecstasy. It would take me a while to get down from this high. I almost forgot how to breathe correctly. I bit onto his chest hard—enough to taste blood. I bit his neck. His shoulder. His bicep…
"MotherFUCKER!" I screamed out when Jacob's warm seed released into me.
"Nessie! Holy SHIT!" He yelled out, as well.
Then, he collapsed on top of me. He waited a moment and then pulled himself fully out of me. He rolled out of the way and onto his back.
It was quiet other than our gasping which slowly melted into soft, rhythmic, even breaths.
My eyelids were drooping. I rolled over and lay my head on Jake's chest. His hand began to create a smooth, circular pattern on my back. I kissed his sweaty chest and began to fade away.
"I love you, Ness." He said tiredly.
"Love…you…Jake."
I was about to float my mind up to the night sky, but Jake caught my attention before I was completely out like a light.
"Ness…" He whispered.
"Yeah, Jake?" I asked yawning.
"Does this make me your bitch?"
I couldn't but laugh a tired, breathy laugh. "Do you think that you can take on the responsibility of being my bitch?"
He kissed my forehead and then my cheek and then ever-so-slightly on my lips. "I think I can handle it, ma'am…"
He sounded like such a sexy, little cowboy. I couldn't help but smile. "You got the job, kid."
I kissed him on the lips gently and that night…I slept better than I ever had in my entire life.
/CHASINGPERFECTION/
The morning after, Nessie woke up first. Like always, she was up at the crack of dawn.
She yawned and when her eyes were almost fully adjusted, the clock on the wall read: 7:31.
She rubbed her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She forgot where she was and then the memories came flooding in.
Did I really…? She smiled softly to herself. …with Jake?
Yes, she had. She bit her lip and looked to her right.
And there he was. Jake.
Comforter-clad right above the beginning curve of his ass, he was laying on his stomach sleeping peacefully.
She smiled and rolled closer to him. She reached over and pushed his shaggy hair out of his face. His lips twitched like he was going to wake, but he remained snoring loudly.
Nessie couldn't help but admire his masculine beauty. She loved the way his nose curved right at the tip, like an outlandish character from Dr. Seuss's Who-ville…strangely, it worked on him. She loved how his eyebrows were perfectly shaped—he didn't have that beginning of a uni-brow that she hated on Nahuel.
She sighed and kissed him on his slightly parted lips. "I love you…" She whispered too low for him to hear.
She yawned, rolled back over and got out of his bed. She stretched and nearly collapsed to the floor.
She groaned. She was sore. So sore. Sore is places Nahuel could never reach, that was for sure.
She tiptoed through his room and was about to put her clothes on until she realized that they had left most all of their clothes in the barn in their drive to get some. She sighed and went to Jacob's dresser. She opened the first drawer. She found issues of Playboy and Penthouse magazines and miscellaneous DVDs of porn and Strap-on Lesbian Sex, The Hills Have Thighs, and various Girls Gone Wild discs. Along with those were about five pairs of furry handcuffs in blue, green, purple, orange, and…rainbow colored…?
Nessie laughed and then remembered Jake was asleep. Kinky…She giggled softly to herself. Good to know…She thought.
She opened the second drawer hoping that one would be better.
It was.
She grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and slid them on. They were huge and she tightened the drawstrings as tight as they would go, but even then they were too big. She rolled them up almost seven times. In the next drawer she found a red t-shirt and when she put it on, she tied it up in the back with a hair-tie that was on her wrist.
She didn't have a need to look in his fourth—and final—drawer, but her curiosity was flared up ever since drawer number one. She looked over at Jacob who still had his sleeping baby face on. She opened the drawer.
Inside she was expecting something like a whip or more porn or handcuffs or something…kinky.
But instead, what she saw was a few faded scrapbooks and pictures in a basket to create organization within the drawer. She kneeled down and picked up a stack of the pictures.
They were of a woman whom Nessie remembered from the first night she met Jake. It was a picture of the woman from his mantle. It was…his mom.
The corners of the picture were fading but she could see Jacob—twelve or thirteen—standing beside her kissing her on the cheek.
She was a pretty woman though she was older than Nessie's first view of her. Her hair was long and black, similar to Jake's. She had brown eyes and—like she had told him—a smile that was too die for. She was small and petite; Jacob towered over her.
She put down the pictures and in the corner of the drawer she could see a piece of a newspaper article hanging out of the scrapbook. She carefully pulled it out and began reading to herself:
Monday, January 15th, 2001
Sarah O'Hara Black, 43, was killed in a hit-and-run accident on the night of January 13th. The police have not found the criminal that fled the scene on Saturday but they believe that he has now fled the state. The suspect's name is Vladimir Gustavo. He is already wanted by sixteen states in the U.S. and Mexico. He has been charged with armed-robbery, assault and battery, three accounts of murder in the first degree and now four.
Sarah died in the arms of her sixteen year old son, Jacob Black, at MCG Medical Hospital the night of her accident. You may remember Black from his arrest in 1994.
"Arrest!" Nessie nearly screamed. Her eyes bugged out of her head. No…that can't be right…She thought. For that to be true Jacob would have had to have been…nine. That can't be right. They must have the wrong Jacob…
Police Chief, Charles B. Swan, was on scene with the Sherriff after Black's death. The article continued.
"Sarah and I were very close." Says Chief Swan, fighting back his tears. "Being missed is understatement. She was very supportive of the community, helped out at the nursing homes; she was a fantastic wife and mother to her three children. I will not stand for [Gustavo's] injustice. I will find him and he will be taken care of!"
We couldn't get a word in with the family, but we hear that they also want Gustavo brought in for what he did. Don't we all?
Nessie gasped quietly and looked over to Jacob lying in his bed.
His mom was murdered. She thought. I had never actually wondered about her…Jacob must've been devastated to have his mother die in his arms.
What would she do?
She couldn't even imagine what her life would be like to lose someone so close to her in her own arms…
/CHASINGPERFECTION/
BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ—
Jake's hand reached out and smacked down hard onto his alarm clock to shut it up. He groaned and rolled over onto his back. He ran his hands down his face and stretched out his legs. He reached over in the bed and tried to pull her into his arms. He opened one eye groggily and nearly had a heart attack.
The sheets were bare. She wasn't there.
There was no way in Hell he had just imagined all of that from last night. He hadn't just imagined her giving him the best blowjob of his life. He hadn't just imagined her perfect, naked body swinging her hips and crawling all over him. He had not just imagined all of that.
He sat upright in the bed and looked around the room, suddenly worried that she had left. He was about to flip the fuck out when he smelled the delicious scent of pancakes and bacon wafting through the air. Then he heard her beautiful laughter in the kitchen.
He got up out of bed with his feet dragging across the floor; he didn't want to move too fast just in case it was a dream. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants. His favorite pair was gone. He looked down…his fourth drawer was cracked. He hadn't been in that drawer in over a decade. He completely forgot about it when he stepped on something.
Her sexy bra and her…well, what was left of her thong.
He smirked and tried not to get too caught up in what had happened last night. He pulled on his sweats and headed toward the kitchen.
When he stepped into the room, Billy was sitting at the table with a stack of pancakes and bacon in front of him. He looked up from the newspaper and smiled.
"Morning, Jake. We were wonderin' when you'd get up." He said wiping his mouth with his napkin.
Then, he saw Nessie…and he almost got a boner.
She was in his clothes, in his house, making his breakfast.
So, that's where my sweatpants went…He thought.
"Mornin', honey…" She smiled at him. "I made breakfast." She flipped another pancake onto the platter.
"And she's real good at it, too." Billy nodded at her. "But from what I heard last night, she's real good at a lot of things." Nessie blushed and hid behind her hair. "Speaking of," He continued. "Put some clothes on; you look like you were mauled by a bear." Billy gestured at Jacob's neck and torso.
Jacob looked down at himself. He was covered in bite marks and hickeys all over and from where Nessie's nails scratched at him when she orgasmed. He couldn't help but think about it and then his morning wood began to set in. He moved quickly to Nessie's side.
"You look great in this…" He whispered wrapping his arms around her waist. He licked his lips. "Better out of it…" He kissed her neck.
"Funny…" She whispered back. "I could say the same to you…"
"Alright." Billy said putting his plate in his lap. "I'm going into the living room. Try not to burn the house down due to your sexual desires—"
"Dad!" Jake laughed. "C'mon now. Gimme a break."
"Sure, sure." He said before wheeling himself out of the room.
When he was gone, Nessie laughed and molded herself into Jacob's body.
"Last night was fun…" She smiled. "We'll have to do that again sometime."
"I'm free now." Jake offered with a smile.
"I bet you are." She laughed. "But your dad's here."
"He was here last night."
"Yeah, and he told me that the walls were paper thin and that I talked like a dirty-mermaid." She giggled. "I don't even know what that means…"
Jacob stifled a chuckle. "Well, at least he's honest."
Nessie let out a noise of joking disbelief and then traced the impression on his chest left by her teeth marks. "Sorry about that." She said. "Sometimes I get a little…extravagant…"
"I like it when you get extravagant." He smiled and kissed her softly on her parted lips.
"Was I better or worse than how you imagined me?" She asked when they pulled apart.
He smirked. "You act like you already know that I fantasize about you."
"Oh, but don't you?" She asked biting her lip. "I fantasize about you. The least you can do is fantasize about me."
"You fantasize about me?" He asked feeling proud.
"Hell yeah." She whispered. "And you lived up to my imaginary horny you last night…What about me?"
"Definitely. I fantasize about you all the time…especially when I masturbate."
She threw her head back in laughter. "Good to know. But now…" She placed her hand in his right and held them up in the air. "You won't need this." She kissed his hand. "You have me."
"No, that's good to know." Jacob tangled their fingers and bent down to kiss her on the lips.
She ran her hands down his back gently and pulled her lips away to kiss his neck where he was bruised from her…extravagance.
"Those are really going to be hard to hide." She noted aloud.
"I'll wear a scarf…" He said kissing her cheek.
"In the middle of summer?" She smiled up at him. "Because that's not obvious at all."
Jacob smiled and kissed her again, causing her to giggle.
"What?" He asked smiling at her.
He ran a hand over his chin. "Your stubble tickles me, Black. I think that that's…" She bit her lip. "…sexy."
"Oh, you do?" He rubbed face against the side of her causing her laugh.
"Hey, Jake…?" She said looking at the floor. "How come you never told me you lived with your dad?"
He tensed up. "Why? Is it a…problem?" He asked her.
"No!" She jumped. "No, not at all."
"Because I can't leave him by himself for too long." He said running a hand through his hair nervously. "Charlie and Sue come over when I'm gone, but—"
"Jake…" Nessie put a finger over his lips to stop his rambling. "I don't…care." She shook her head. "Not what I meant. I mean that I…understand. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"It's fine." He said pulling her closer. She laid her head on against his chest. "Leah always thought of me as a wimp because I would never move out…I guess the full story didn't ever click with her."
"What's the story…?" Ness asked sheepishly.
Jake sighed. "My dad started having strokes when I younger. My mom died when I was sixteen," He took a deep breath. "…so I dropped out of school, got my GED and have been the one taking care of him ever since. He's been good for a few months…but they're getting worse with his age."
"I'm so sorry." She said giving his chest a peck with her lips.
He was silent for a moment. He looked up at the clock.
"I need to get ready for work." He was trying to shake away the conversation. "I just remembered that Jared couldn't come in and I have to be there early. I need to take a shower."
"Want a buddy?" She asked him seductively trying to keep his mind off things. "They say you should never swim without a buddy…maybe the same rules apply to bathing…"
He smirked at her. "Believe me, they do."
She giggled and he pulled her to the bathroom that was connected to the inside of his bedroom.
They didn't do much in the shower other than lather up each other's bodies with soap and suds. They kissed heavily and shampooed, too. But nothing excessive; Nessie was still recovering from "Jackhammer Jacob". (Which is exactly how she would later describe him too Victoria and Bree when things were patched up with them.)
"Um, Jake," Nessie said. "We have a slight problem…"
"What's that?" A towel-clad Jacob stood at his dresser and asked her running his hands through his wet hair.
"I don't have any clothes. We left them in the barn." She reminded him.
"And the problem would be…?" She rolled her eyes, playfully. "Kidding." He said. "I'll go get you a pair of Rachel's jeans and a tank top or something." He said, starting towards the bedroom door.
"Who's Rachel?" Nessie asked folding her arms over her towel.
Jake laughed. "My little sister. Who'd you think she was?"
"Doesn't matter." Nessie waved him away trying to hide her embarrassment.
/CHASINGPERFECTION/
"I thought that you were going to work." I asked as we pulled down the opposite road. I could see BDA in the distance. It wasn't that far from where we were and now Jake was going the other way.
"It's a shortcut." He said absentmindedly. I looked at him in confusion. "Just play along."
So, I did. And look where "playing along" got me.
A faded cemetery in the middle of nowhere.
"Shortcut?" I asked as the truck pulled to a stop.
"Okay, I lied." He admitted pulling the keys from the ignition.
"Really?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.
He hesitated and then admitted. "I want you to meet my mom." He got out and walked around the front of the truck.
I stared at him as he opened my door. "No, Jake. I'll start crying. Literally, I'll blubber like a baby—"
"So will I…" He whispered to me with his "innocent face". He held out a hand. "Please? I come see her grave every Thursday…and guess what today is?" He let out a small smile. "Please…?"
I sighed and nodded. I took his hand and he started pulling me down a cobblestone path.
This didn't feel right—like I was crossing a line. A line that only bonded love between Jacob and his deceased mom. This wasn't my place to be.
Jacob loves you. An eerie voice whispered in my ear. You love Jacob. But you will never come between him and his mother even if you tried.
But I wouldn't try. Never would I ever want to demolish that love-line.
"I love you." I told him almost automatically.
He looked down and smiled at me tenderly. "I love you, too, Ness."
After a few moments we were standing in almost the very back of the cemetery in front of a dark granite tombstone. There it was. His mother's grave.
I had always loved visiting cemeteries with my Uncle Jasper. He was a history teacher at a large high school in Texas. He would hold my little eight year old hand and spout out old Civil War facts. He always had a way of letting the words flow out of his mouth with such ease. He was the favorite of many of the students…and most of the female faculty.
Point is, I had always enjoyed cemeteries, but now… As I look at Jacob's sad face—watery eyes, pouty lips—I wanted to die.
I would do anything for that sad face of his to disappear. He was hurting and I couldn't do anything but squeeze his hand for reassurance.
He laughed once without humor and wiped the back of his hand under his left eye. "I'm sorry," He said with a sniff. "I don't usually cry like this—like a pussy…" He sat down on his knees.
"Jacob." I said a little upset that he would say that. I knelt beside him and pulled his face to look me in the eyes. "You are not acting like that." I told him with every ounce of my honesty that I had. "I don't have any problems seeing you like this. Why would you even think that?"
"Sorry." He swallowed hard. "It's just that Leah—"
"Isn't me." I told him pushing his hair from his eyes. "You've got to realize that Jacob—"
"I do." He said biting his bottom lip. "I'm just not…used to it."
"Used to what, Jake?"
"The love. I haven't gotten that from a woman in a long time." He admitted. "Ever since…" He hesitated and didn't really go on.
"Ever since, what?" I asked him with my hand on his cheek. "You can tell me, Jake. It won't change anything between us—"
"But it will." His voice cracked and it would have been cute under any other circumstance, but not now. "It will change everything."
"What is it, Jacob?" I nearly whined. He was so pitiful now and he didn't think that I was going to support him. "You can tell me." I repeated.
He sighed, long and rough. "Okay." He finally said. "But first, you need to know that everyone makes mistakes." He waited for my reaction and I only nodded. "Some mistakes…can never, ever be taken back…and I was a part of one of those mistakes…"
My mind immediately flashed back to the article from the paper:
Sarah died in the arms of her sixteen year old son, Jacob Black, at MCG Medical Hospital the night of her accident. You may remember Black from his arrest in 1994.
Arrest.
That had been the one word that had caught my eye. Could this be what he meant…?
"I need to…" He hesitated and then his eyes flickered down to his watch. "I need to take you back to Charlie's."
He stood up and started back down the cobblestones. I sat and stared at the spot he had been kneeling at.
His cowboy boots had molded clear indentions in the thick, green grass…
/CHASINGPERFECTION/
"I'll see you later?" I asked him as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
He nodded and gave a faint smile. "Yeah. I'll come by later. To pick up my clothes from the barn." He chuckled once and was almost himself again. "Any excuse to see you, really."
I smiled. "I love you." I said before opening the door.
"Come here." He held out his arms to me.
I slid over and he wrapped himself around me. "I love you, Ness. Please." He breathed into my hair. "Please don't forget that."
I pulled back and pressed my lips softly to his before officially getting out of his truck. I shut the door and smiled, "I won't forget." I shook my head. "I'll never forget."
He smiled and tipped his hat at me before heading out on the road.
I waited until he was out of my sight before I began up the stairs. I sighed and pushed open the heavy, wooden door; it felt like it weighed a million pounds.
I started toward the stairs and averted direction when I heard feet scuffling in the kitchen. I walked into it only to see my Grandfather with a red face full of fury. At first I thought the anger was a result of Leah's doings and then he jumped up and wagged an angry pointer finger in my face.
"Where the hell have you been all night?" He shouted.
I jumped back a step. "I'm sorry—I should've called." I immediately said.
"Damn straight you should have called!"
"Charlie." Sue said from a seat behind him. "There is no need to be rash. Just ask the girl where she was and then decide on whether or not you are going to punish her."
I could barely breathe as I stared in shock at Grandpa. His face slowly returned back to a somewhat normal color. "You're right, Sue." He breathed out. "Sweetheart." He said looking back at me. "Where were you?"
Despite the situation, I couldn't help but smile when I said the sentence. "I was with Jacob—"
And my smile was gone as I took in the full view of the room.
In the far corner—away from Grandpa and Sue—was someone I would have never expected to see.
He stared at me with eyes like a snake and a smile that was so tight against his face that you could tell it was forced.
I sucked in a breath. "Nahuel."
His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. "Hello, Little Ren."
*DUHN, DUHN, DUHN! Nahuel is BACK and Nessie and Jake just did the NASTY! (and announced their love for one another, I guess that's more important than the other thing)
*By the way, I own the rights to the "Rusty Luck" tattoo thing, so NO STEAL-Y!
*REVIEW!