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Continued...
Jake glances sideways at Cassie as he drove them home. She hasn't said a word since she stepped inside the car; although it's nothing less than what he deserved, he supposes. He hates how his conscious is acting; after Jake's repressed feeling anything for so long, it had caused his conscious to come back full force after he met her. He was starting to feel everything again because of her, and to be honest it scared the shit out of him. Jake hadn't felt this much in what seemed like an painfully long time.
He thinks about how things got this way; they weren't supposed to get complicated, he wasn't supposed to fall for anyone. All he had to do was kill the witches and be done with it; finally get some closure and revenge on the town that he hated, that had brought him so much pain.
Meeting and falling for Cassie Blake had not been a part of the picture. Originally, he had been more worried about having to kill Faye; before they broke up and he left, she had been the one person he could count on, and how was he supposed to kill someone like that?
But no, she wasn't the problem.
Cassie was.
She irked him, irritated him; forced him to rethink every decision he had ever made since he left town and joined the witch hunters. Jake hated her for that, because it had just been so damn easy before. So simple, so mindless that he had been able to ignore his humanity, and just follow through with whatever task Issac assigned him.
What would Nick have thought of that?
A new feeling to tack onto his already abundant list: shame.
"Cassie-" he was silenced with a death glare, but after dealing with Issac and other bitchy witch hunters for so long, that didn't intimidate him in the slightest.
"You're gonna have to try harder if you think that'll scare me," Jake taunts, smirking.
"You know, I never liked how arrogant you are," She crosses her arms, looking distantly out the window as some rain started to fall.
Curiosity peaking interest, Jake can't help but to ask, "Then what do you like about me? It's hard to see anything but the 'arrogance', as you call it."
He knows Cassie heard him, but chose to ignore the question. Jake sighs as they ride along in an awkward, stony silence down the dark road. He turns on some annoying pop music that he's sure neither of them like, but it makes the silence a bit more bearable.
Jake comes to a stop, parking on the side of her street. "I'll help you out," he offers, reaching for the handle.
"You don't have to act like a gentleman just to suck up to me; to 'win' me back. No acts of that kind will get you much of anywhere," she spoke up suddenly, glowering at him with those blue eyes that were just so...
"I'm always a gentleman when it comes to stuff like this. Just ask Faye, I'm sure she could back me up on that." Ignoring her protest, he stepped out of the car and opened the door for Cassie.
"You aren't walking me up to my house," she deadpans, looking at him intently to make sure he knew she was serious.
"Fine; just tell me what you like about me, and I won't," Jake snatches the opportunity as a thief would gold, and he's nearly proud of himself.
Cassie raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms. "Some gentleman, forcing a lady into a situation she doesn't want to be in."
"I can be quite determined when I want to be, Cassie Blake," He steps closer to her as the rain starts to fall harder around them.
"Would it help if I said what I liked about you?" he asks, taking her hands.
Cassie purses her lips, and he's pleased he at least got her to think about it. "Maybe… but not tonight. Tonight, you've done and proved more than enough."
She moves her hands out from Jake's, and he might have left it alone... if Cassie's insult hadn't had nearly as much bite to it as it should have. Cassie's walking away, and he doesn't want her to leave yet.
"Cassie!" he shouts, blinking through the rain.
"Look, we'll talk about everything later, okay? Does that satisfy you?" she turns around, and has to yell over the pounding rain pounding on the pavement. It also makes her bra quite visible through her white t-shirt, but he figures that's not the right thought.
"No, it doesn't!" Jake follows her, until they're close enough that he can see the shivers running down her spine from the cool rain.
"Then what would? It wouldn't change anything, and we both know that."
"How do you know?" he hollers, challenge in his dark eyes as his eyes bore into hers. Cassie meets them, and he can only hope to guess about what she's thinking. He can barely feel the rain pelting down on his back; the tension between the two was nearly unbearable as another flash of lightning struck down.
The next thing Jake knows, Cassie's lips are on his and the only thing he can think about is how amazing she tastes. He grabs her and pulls her close, wanting to savor every second. It's over as quickly as it began; in a blink of an eye. She's turned around and walking back to her house, and he lets her go this time.
Not today... but there was always tomorrow.
Wait… when had he turned into an optimist?