Chapter 11
Jack's POV
"You okay?" I asked, wrapping my right arm around Emma's shoulders.
"Fine," she replied unconvincingly. She just kept staring at Mac like she was afraid of him. Mac wasn't saying anything, either.
"What's going on here?" I asked, glancing back and forth between the two.
"I didn't know you two were dating," Mac stated, looking like he'd been punched in the gut.
I guess the cat's out of the bag now. I never would have thought Emma would be the one to tell anyone. She was the one who was constantly reminding me to take things slow, and here she is telling her ex-boyfriend that we're dating.
"Yeah, kinda," I told him, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I didn't expect this to be this uncomfortable. I mean, come on, it's Mac. "Sorry, man."
"No, it's fine," he replied, backing away, but never taking his eyes off of Emily. "I'll see you later," he added, walking out the door of the arena.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" I asked, looking at her, while she did everything in her power to avoid my gaze.
"He kissed me," she said in a barely audible whisper.
"What do you mean, he kissed you?" I inquired, trying to keep the anger in my voice at a minimum. I don't want her thinking I'm mad at her. She gets that look on her face, where her gray eyes get squinty and cloudy and her lips almost disappear. Then the waterworks start. I don't want to deal with that now.
"I mean, he kissed me. It was nothing, I swear. It didn't mean anything, and I won't ever do it again," Emily said in a hurry, before getting all squinty and such.
"Baby, it's okay," I comforted, wrapping my arms around her to pull her body close to mine. "I'm not mad…not at you anyway."
"Please don't be mad at Robbie," I heard her muffled voice say, as she soaked my shirt with tears. "Say you promise."
"Cross my heart, hope to die," I stated, kissing the top of her head before letting out a small chuckle.
"Are you laughing at me?" she asked, lifting her head to look at me. Her tear-streaked face tried to hold an offended composure, but she cracked easily.
Now I played offended. "I'm appalled. What ever would give you the impression that I'd ever laugh at you?"
"Umm, the fact that you are laughing at me," she stated, placing a path small kisses up from my chin to my lips.
"Let's get out of here before you go kissing the rest of the team," I joked, walking her towards the door.
"Not funny," she chastised, whacking me in the stomach. Not hard enough to knock the wind out of me, but just enough to get an "ouch" out of me. "That did not hurt."
"Smack yourself in the stomach, and then tell me it didn't hurt," I replied indignantly.
"Big baby," she mumbled as we walked toward her car. "Wanna go back to my place? I'll make dinner, we'll watch a movie, I'll make it up to you for beating you up."
"Okay, first off, you and cooking should be outlawed. Second, it better be The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, and third, you did not beat me up," I stated, sliding into the passenger seat.
"Gone with the Wind," Emily declared.
"Sierra Madre," I argued.
"No," she said, looking at me as I gave her the puppy dog eyes that she so despises. "Fine, Sierra Madre, but I'm cooking," she conceded.
"As long as I'm getting my way, I don't care what we eat," I said.
"I'm holding you to that," she murmured, kissing me deeply.
"Let's skip dinner and the movie and go straight to the making out," I offered.
"Nope, I've never seen this movie. We're watching it," she replied, pulling out of the parking lot.
When we got back to her place, Emily headed straight for the small kitchen off the living room.
"Hmm, what to make," she mused, staring into the refrigerator.
"Emma, you have no food," I observed, moving over to the cabinets. "Coffee and Cheerios. How you don't look like an Ethiopian refugee is beyond me."
"I eat just fine," she stated defensively. "I have an idea. Go get the movie, and when you come back, I'll have dinner ready for you."
"Please tell me dinner involves take-out pizza," I pleaded, picking up her keys from the coffee table.
"Not telling," she replied with a smile, before kissing me and kicking me out.
After half an hour, I got back to her place with the movie. It honestly smelled like something died in her apartment. I so did not want to eat whatever it was she made.
"What is it?" I asked, studying the mess she plopped on the plate.
"Tuna and pasta," she replied.
"And the white stuff?"
"I'm not entirely sure. It's either mayo or sour cream," she told me. Yeah, that's encouraging. "Well, eat."
I picked up a forkful and hesitantly put it in my mouth.
"Chew," she instructed. I did so, trying to keep myself from throwing up. "Swallow."
I don't want to!
I stood up after choking down that mouthful. I walked over to the counter and picked up the phone.
"Who are you calling?" she asked, chewing.
"Mac. I'm gonna ask if he wants you back," I told her.
"Put the damn phone down," she demanded, throwing her napkin at me. "Fine, don't eat it. We'll just watch your movie."
"Oh, thank god!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in praise.
I set up the movie and got comfortable on the couch, pulling Emily close to me when she came in.
"It wasn't really that bad, was it?" she asked, cuddling into my left side.
"I've eaten worse," I replied, as we watched.
Halfway through she fell asleep. There's something about the way girls look when they sleep. Emma was so peaceful looking when she slept. I hated to disturb her when it was over.
"Good nap?" I asked when she opened her eyes.
"Oh, I slept through the whole thing, didn't I?" she asked disappointedly.
"Nah, just the last half," I told her. "Come on, let's go to bed."
"Ya know, Bob looked like a Bob," she said, referring to Tim Holt's character. "Is his real name Bob? He just looks so much like a Bob."
"No, it's Tim. And how do you look like a Bob?" I questioned.
"I don't know, some people just look like a name," she informed me. So weird.
"Do I look like a Jack?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she replied. "Robbie definitely looks like a Robbie. Cox acts like a Ralph, and Johnson is so totally a Mark."
"Good to know," I mumbled, pulling the covers back on the bed.
"You staying tonight?" Emma asked, a grin spreading on her usually angelic face.
"Sure, just make sure you don't 'accidentally' put your panties in my pocket again," I told her, moving in to kiss her.
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