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Summary: (Partially AU) Jessica Mastriani - the well-known Lightning Girl - is waiting. Waiting for her savior - her knight in shining armor you could say. She isn't known for her patience, but for this one thing, she'll have to wait. Wait patiently.
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Waiting Patiently
Chapter 9
"You what?" Rob exploded. I don't really see why he was so mad, since all I was doing was helping him.
Oh, yeah, I told Rob what I did. You know, about going to the police and everything. I, of course, didn't tell him about going over to Kevin's house. No, he would definitely freak if I told him that.
"What's your problem?" I demanded. "I was only trying to help you, Rob."
"Yeah, well, I don't need help, okay, Mastriani? I . . . I need to deal with this on my own." He ran a shaky hand through his hair, a sure sign of nervousness and frustration.
I closed my eyes for a moment, but then realized that wasn't such a hot idea, since I was still standing up. I nearly tripped and fell. I went and sat down on his bed.
He started pacing the floorboards, trying to figure out what to do, I guess.
"Don't you see though, Rob? If I can win this, he won't be able to press charges against you anymore. Because the reason you beat the shit out of him was because of what he did to me—"
He stopped pacing. "I know! Okay? I know, Mastriani. I know." He sighed and started pacing again. "But what if you don't win? You all ready told me that the cop said you didn't have a good chance."
"I have to, Rob. Don't you have faith?"
He turned around and narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't pull that God-bullshit on me."
Okay, that was the last straw.
I stood up. "You know what? Fine. Maybe I will just drop everything. I will, okay? Will that make you happy? Because that's all I've been trying to do lately: make you happy. Because I know that you don't deserve this."
He just looked at me, not even flinching from the harshness of my words.
"Why are you taking it all out on me? All I did was try and make things right, but you don't care." I sighed. "Maybe I should just go."
His angry face disappeared and was replaced with guilt. "No. Look, I'm sorry. I - don't go. Please."
I turned back to him. "Then stop making me feel like shit."
He looked surprised when I said that. "I . . . Jess, I didn't mean anything I said. I was just mad."
"Oh, wow, I couldn't tell," I said sarcastically.
He came over to me and grasped my hips, pulling me into him. "Please," he whispered. "Forgive me."
Okay, so I forgave him. I mean, it was kind of hard to think properly when he was that close to me. I could yell at him from a distance, but when he was that close, my thought process just shut down.
"Okay," I said. "I forgive you."
He smiled. "Good," he whispered. Then he brought his lips down to mine and kissed me. This wasn't just any normal kiss either. This was a make-up kiss.
Okay, shut up.
My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. I opened my mouth. He slipped his tongue in, creating the weirdest sensation in the pit of my stomach. I wanted more.
He understood my wants and needs. He walked me over to his bed, while still keeping our mouths connected. He sat down and pulled me onto him, so I was straddling his lap.
I felt a little uncomfortable at first, sitting on his lap. But when he slipped his hand under my shirt, I quickly forgot.
His hand was stroking my side, almost tickling me. It was a sensation that I wish I felt everyday. But because of being a teenager, I don't think it would happen everyday. Parents can be strict, you know.
Then his hands moved up toward my bra. It felt good and everything; no, it felt really good. But I just had this feeling that he was going to fast. I couldn't keep up with him.
So I pulled away.
He opened his eyes, which held mere astonishment. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
I shook my head and unraveled his arms from around me. "I - it's just . . . you're moving a little too fast for me." I shook my head again. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's alright. I'm glad you told me." Then he gave me a heart-warming smile.
See, the thing is, when Kevin and I did this, it felt good and all, but even if I did object, he would keep doing it. He wouldn't listen to me. Unless, of course, I pushed him off the bed. Then he would listen. I actually had to do that on one occasion. But let's not get into that right now.
I glanced at the clock on his dresser. 3:37 PM.
Great, I had 23 more minutes with him before I had to go home. We were going out to dinner tonight for some benefit that Mastriani's was holding. And I had to be home by 4:00 to get ready.
Wait, maybe I could invite Rob. His mom works at Mastriani's so why not?
"Hey, Rob," I said, breaking the silence that fell over his room after we stopped - uh . . . exploring - each other.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Hmm?"
"Do you wanna come with me to the benefit?" I asked. The ending of my question sounded a little squeaky, but hopefully he didn't notice that.
He seemed a little hesitant at first, but then he gave in. "Sure," he said.
I grinned widely. "Great." I glanced back at the clock: 3:46 PM. I should probably be getting back.
He read my mind. He picked up his keys off his dresser and said, "C'mon."
No need to tell me twice.
"I'll be back here in a half hour, okay?" he said to me as he was dropping me off at my house.
I took the helmet off and stored it in the little compartment on the back of his bike. I nodded at his question. "Yeah," I said. "See ya then."
He gave me that half-amused, half-disgusted smile that made me melt, then drove off.
I walked in my house and yelled, "I'm home!"
My mom saw me through the foyer doors and yelled for me to come in the kitchen. I would have rather gone upstairs to my room, but I obliged.
"What's up?" I said as I entered the kitchen.
"Who was that boy?" she asked curiously.
I had no clue what she was talking about. "What boy?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't play dumb with me, Jessica. I saw the boy that dropped you off. Who was he?"
"Oh," I said, realizing what she meant. I could tell she all ready knew that he was a 'Grit'. "him?"
She waited there impatiently as I tried to come up with an answer. I realized then that I forgot to explain who Rob was when we came back from the police station the other day.
"That's Rob," I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Rob?" she questioned.
I nodded. "Yes, Rob," I replied.
"And why is this Rob character dropping you off? And on a motorcycle no less."
"Uh, because I happen to like motorcycles," I replied. "And Rob is the guy I was telling you about at the police station. He's the guy that beat the sh—crap out of Kevin. The guy Kevin filed a lawsuit against."
Huh. Maybe I shouldn't have included that last bit.
"He has a lawsuit filed against him?" she asked incredulously. "Jessica! Why are you associating with a boy like that!"
I looked at her in outrage. "Didn't you just hear a word I said? He's the guy that caught Kevin when he was assaulting me! He stopped him! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Jessica, he's a Grit, I can all ready tell. And I don't want my only daughter dating a Grit," she said and shuddered on the word 'Grit'.
I narrowed my eyes at her and glared. "Grit. That's all you care about. Well, in that case, I suppose you'll love the fact that I invited him to the benefit tonight." And with that, I stormed up the stairs.
My mother tried talking to me after that, but I locked my door so no one could get in. I didn't have much time until Rob would be coming over. And I wanted to look nice for him.
Nice but casual.
I put on this black prairie skirt that I got last weekend when I went shopping with Ruth. Actually, she kind of picked it out, saying I needed more skirts. I guess she's right though.
I only have two skirts. A jean mini and this one.
But anyway, I put that one on with a green sash belt and a green camisole. I put my black zip hoodie over that. Then I put some mascara on and combed my hair out and I was good to go.
I found my pair of ugg slipper things and slipped them on with some stockings underneath and then went downstairs.
I heard my mom and dad arguing from the top of the stairs. They were arguing over me. Awesome.
I bounded down the stairs and went into the kitchen, where they were still bickering.
My dad looked at me when I entered and took in my outfit. He raised an eyebrow, but then shook it off. "Jess, is what your mother says true?"
"What?" I asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
He rolled his eyes. "That you invited a . . . Grit to dinner with us tonight?"
He had a hard time saying that word - 'Grit'. He wasn't stereotypical, like my dear mother. He was very welcoming and understanding. He didn't judge people before he got to know them. That's why I prefer him over my mom.
Don't get me wrong, I love my mother and all, but she can be a major pain in the ass.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Dad, he's not . . . he's a good guy. Like I told Mom before, he's the guy that stopped Kevin when he was . . . you know."
He looked at me curiously. Then he turned back to my mom. "Toni . . . what have you got against this boy? You haven't even met him yet. And Jess says he stopped Kevin in the act." He sighed. "Could he possibly be that bad?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and said, "Yes, he could. He has a motorcycle, Joe."
I glared at her. "Oh, and Dad, he's Mary's son."
"Mary?"
"Mary Wilkins. One of the employees at your restaurant."
He smiled. He even ignored the whole motorcycle thing too. "See, Toni? He's Mary's son. Mary's a good woman. Surely she would have raised him right."
My mom still looked defiant, but she said, "Fine," and went back to preparing the platter that she was making for the benefit.
A few minutes later I heard the purr of Rob's Indian outside. I ran outside to greet him.
He took off his helmet and shook his hair out. I shuddered - a good shudder, mind you. God, he was hot. He was a little dressed up too. He was wearing a button down shirt, but he was also wearing a pair of jeans. Beggars can't be choosers, I guess.
He smiled at me and looked me up and down. "What's the occasion?" he asked jokingly.
I shook my head and went over to him and gave him a hug. He seemed shocked to say the least. But then he hugged me back - not much, but I guess it was for the sake of his masculinity.
Then I gave him a peck on the lips and said, "Okay, um, you kind of have to meet my parents."
He looked fazed. When I questioned his lack of shock, he said, "Mastriani, I would have declined the offer if I didn't want to meet your parents."
Sorry for stopping there, but I want to make the benefit the next chapter, so yeah. But PLEASE review for me!