Chapter 9

Of course, saying it was a girl's voice would be an exaggeration made up by the jealous part of my mind that was taking over. In reality, it was just an angry woman's voice. At first I was about to tell the woman off for being so rude, especially right to my face, but then the woman actually walked in.

Well, it was like looking in a mirror. She had thick, sandy dark-blonde hair that was casually swept together in a ponytail. Her blue eyes didn't show anger, just frustration and a dab of irritation.

In fact, this woman looked nothing like Jake, but something told me that they knew each other. This suspicion was confirmed when she started to reprimand him, "Jacob Alex Parker, I can't believe you! Do you know what it's like to get a call during a conference meeting to say that your son is in the hospital. Only to get halfway there to find out he's fine, he's just with a girl! Some girl I don't know, but I'm assuming is you, dear." She gestured over to me, and I nodded, grateful to be noticed at all during this.

Then she turned back to him, "Jacob, I pay for you to have a cell phone! Please use it! We'll finish this conversation later; you're lucky I don't want to upset her when she's in the hospital."

Then the woman turned to me. "I'm Valentine, Jake's mom. I'm sorry you had to hear all that; normally Jake is so well-behaved." She hesitated and let the subject drop. "And what would your name be, dear?"

"I'm Jessica, Ms. Valentine. It's nice to meet you, although the circumstances could be better."

Ms. Valentine smiled. "I agree. And how are you dear? I haven't heard the extent of your injuries; are you going to be okay?"

I smiled, "I hurt my ankle; it going to be in a cast for a while," I said, gesturing to my plain white cast, "other than that, I'm going to be fine." As I said the word going, a different nurse came in holding a bottle of water and a hand full of sharpies.

"These are for you, dear. We don't want you getting dehydrated while you're here. And the sharpies are here so that your boyfriend to sign your cast." At this point the nurse seemed to notice Ms. Valentine and she smiled. "And I'm assuming this is your mother sweetheart."

I shook my head. "This is Jake's mom. My dad..." I looked at Jake.

He seemed to remember. "I almost forgot; I called him and he said that he'd be on the next flight back here, but the soonest he can come in from his business trip is tomorrow."

Ms. Valentine wasted no time offering her hospitality, "Then you'll of course have to stay with us, dear; you can't stay in a house all by yourself with your ankle like that," she said, gesturing to my cast.

The nurse smiled at Ms. Valentine, not even giving me time to answer. "We'll need to confirm this with her father and have you fill out some paper work."

Ms. Valentine got up, "No problem." She grinned at me, "See you in a minute, dear." And with that she was out the door.

Jake sighed, "Sorry about her; she can be a little crazy sometimes."

I shook my head, "She seems really nice; I don't know a lot of parents that would let their son's girlfriend spend the night." I felt my cheeks heat slightly at what I'd just revealed, but by some insane stroke of luck Jake didn't seem to notice.

"I bet she figures that we won't do anything on account of the fact of your ankle." I shrugged and we sat in silence for a few moments before Jake continued again, "I'm really sorry about your dad being away; I understand how much it must suck having him gone."

I sighted, thinking about my dad. I loved him, he had always been there for me, but I couldn't really see him giving me any comfort in a time like now. "Honestly, you and your mom have been more comforting than he ever could have been."

Jake and I were now only sitting a few inches away from each other, almost kissing distance away. He leaned in closer, almost close enough for our lips to meet. Then he whispered, "I'm so sorry about you getting hurt."

"I'm sorry too." I said stupidly, and Jake's somewhat normal mocking grin came back on his face.

"You always know the right thing to say," he said sarcastically.

"What was I supposed to say?" I asked, trying to feel irritated but failing miserably.

"You were supposed to tell me that you loved me too." He whispered. I looked at the door, silently praying that someone, anyone would come in and save me from this moment. But no one came. I was alone, and it was time to face the fact.

Except that I was going to stretch it out a little more. "Isn't it a little conceded to think someone loves you?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and then with no warning he kissed me.

I didn't have time to kiss him back before his lips were off mine. Without any time to think about what I said, I muttered, "You're so lucky I love you."

A/N: Hey guys; new chapter! I know it's short, but it's finally out. Only one more filler chapter and then we start to add some more plot!

And I want to give a special shout-out to my new Beta iNessie! You rock!