When Jake Admits: Chapter 4
Written By Poser
Jake could only think of one possible thing he could do to get back to Tree Hill; that would be to hitchhike. He looked on a bulletin board in the bus stop and pinned on it was a blank piece of paper. He tore the paper down, and pulled a marker out of his pocket. You'd be amazed of the things he'd find in his pockets. A marker would be one of them. On the blank sheet of paper, he wrote:
TREE HILL OR BUST.
After he made his sign, he exited the bus stop, and walked all the way to a freeway exit. He stood there holding his sign, until a red truck had stopped next to him.
Peyton sat there, biting her nails. She wouldn't understand why he would come back. It would have just meant trouble for him. Not only with him, but also with attorneys and even the police. It was possible. She knew Nikki was psychotic, and would go to any limits to get Jenny back.
"Sawyer," Brooke said, eye-balling Peyton. "Stop biting your nails...you only do that when you're nervous."
"I am nervous, Brooke," Peyton said, her voice sounding kind of muffled because she was still biting her nails.
"That's crazy," Brooke said. "The last time you ever did that was the first time you cheered in public, at the play-offs...unless you like Jake...and you don't just want to be friends."
Peyton looked up at Brooke, putting her hands in her lap. Brooke smiled. Peyton sighed, rolled her eyes, and looked back at Brooke.
"I don't think that I just like him, Brooke," Peyton said, anxious to get the words out. "I think I'm in love with Jake."
The truck stopped next to him. Inside was a man. A balding man. He wore sunglasses and a T-shirt. He rolled down the window to the door on his left.
"Need a Ride?" The man had said in a feminine tone.
Jake's eyes widened. He nodded and walked to the back, placing his belongings in the back of the truck. He walked to the passenger door, opening it, got in, and closing it. He then held Jenny close to his chest, and put on the seat belt. He looked at the guy, who was smiling at him nearly the whole time. He sort of grimaced back.
"So," the man squealed in that feminine voice as he continued to drive. "What's a fine young man like you heading to Tree Hill for?"
"I live there, actually," Jake said. "I was visiting my cousin in Savannah."
"Really?"
They had talked for hours, and Jake just wanted this guy to shut up. Tree Hill was only 2 hours away. Another half an hour went by, and finally the driver shut his mouth. Instead, he reached his arm around, and began playing with Jake's curly hair. Jake was beginning to feel awkward. They had pulled in a gas station, and while the man was inside getting junk food and paying for gas, Jake exited the vehicle and grabbed his belongings. He ran away and never looked back.
He had been walking for nearly and hour when he had finally saw a sign that had read
Tree Hill
2 ½ Miles
He felt relieved. Well, nearly. It began to rain right after he had read the sign. Well the only up-sight was that Tree Hill was a half an hour away. He covered Jenny with his jacket to keep her from catching a cold.
"We're coming, Peyton," He whispered to himself.