Chapter 6:

Hey again,

Tears of red diamonds: thanks for pointing out the obvious and all ;). Rob does have caller ID and your going to realise that in this chapter, thanks heaps for reviewing enjoy this chapter.

Lil barmaid: hey, thanks for your review gladly appreciated. Jess is a bit hot tempered that's why we love her and I had to throw the Rob-getting-jealous-thing into the story, because we all know that jealousy on a guy is hot. Hope u like.

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And with that said….

Chapter 6:

Look I'll admit, as soon as I heard Rob's voice I kind of forgot about the whole person-wanting-to-kill-me-thing, I mean sure it was pretty full-on but something about Rob's voice…

"Mastriani? Is that you?"

"Umm yeah" you moron was what I wanted to add, how many other Jess's would he know?

"How have you been?" Was Rob next question?

"Um ok" you know the usual stresses, me and you broken up, some freak wanting me dead oh and the fact that you might be involved with that said freak.

"Look Rob, I need to speak to you, like in person can you come pick me up at the stop and shop now?"

"Um sure, is everything ok?"

"Sure it is, see you soon" and then I hung up the phone before the sob could break out into my voice.

Oh great I was crying, I got the sleeves of my leather jacket and wiped underneath my eyes and then took a deep breathe and waited for Rob.

I pulled down my hat a bit, you know just incase Krantz drove by, I felt kinda bad for being so rude to Krantz before, I mean he was doing his job after all and he totally didn't narc on Chick and the rest of the Grits with the whole true Americans vs grits a couple of months ago, I mean with the whole illegal guns and grenade thing- who new chick even had grenades? - Granted the guy could have lost his leg, but due to my impressive tourniquet and my less then impressive driving everything turned out alright.

As I was thinking this I heard the all to familiar purr of the Indian in the distance took my hat off and looked at my hair in the stop and shop window and did the best I could with the hat hair, it looked ok and then stood up you know just in case Rob missed me.

It was probably pretty easy to miss me, I mean here I was. A 16 year old virgin in jeans, boots and a leather jacket, dying on the inside from a broken heart, plus I'm short, so people tend to ignore you when your short, even if you do have physic powers that find missing children whilst your asleep. Of course people don't even know I still have my powers due to the fact that I told the media I didn't.

Rob's motorcycle came to a stop right in front of me- I had conveniently shoved my hands into my pocket, because seeing Rob might just make me do something totally stupid, like fling my arms around his neck. It was a pity- I thought to myself- I couldn't shove my mouth into my pocket to, because I was afraid of what may come out of it once I saw Rob- and Rob's long muscular leg hit the kerb to keep him and the bike upright.

He took his helmet off and ran his hand through his hair.

"Hey" Rob said, not really with any feeling

"Hey" I said back, god he was so good looking, why did I have to screw everything up.

"You right?" he asked

"Umm yeah" I suddenly remembered why I need to talk to Rob "look can we go somewhere.. private I need to talk to you"

"Sure" he said, cocking his head making a motion for me to get on the bike he handed me the helmet and I hopped on the bike and put my arms round his impressive abdomen.

"You ready?"

"Huh yea" I said but was I really ready? Ready to face the truth that it could have been Rob who was working for the opposition.

When Rob stopped the bike I finally realised where we were. Rob's house this isn't the best place that Rob could have taken us to, I mean I wanted to yell at him but not in front of Mrs Wilkins, I mean that would fully screw up my plan of her being my mother-in-law, you know if it turned out that Rob totally didn't want me dead, Oh and if he would accept my apology for being a freaking idiot and wanted to get back with me.

Rob must have red my mind since the next thing that came out of his mouth was,

"Don't worry Jess, Mom's at work" and then opened the front door for me and gestured for me to walk in, which I did.

"Hey, um Rob I really need to tal………"

Rob interrupted me "Do you want a drink or something?"

"Umm yeah" I said and continued with what I was saying

"Anyway what I was saying was that we……"

" What would you like? We have Coke, juice….."

"Rob" I said

"Water? You want a water?

"Rob" I said again with a bit more enthusiasm

"Water it is then"

"ROB!" I practically yelled

"Look, Jess I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it. I know I was a total jerk to you the other day, you didn't deserve it, I mean u fully explained to me what happened, but I was just angry because I like you Jess, I mean really like you.

I know I'm not all that good at showing my emotions and all that shit…"

Why did he have to say that? I mean I wanted to yell at him and hit him and then he had to go and confess his love for me or whatever, this is more then a girl can bear.

I cut him off. "Rob, I need to ask you something."

"What?"

OK so I have no idea what came over me, it probably had something to do with the fact that someone wants me dead, or the fact that my would-be boyfriend is involved, would-be that is if you know he wasn't trying to off me.

So I got up and pushed Rob up against the cupboard door with a lot of force I may add. It fully worked as well because he totally wasn't expecting it and then I grabbed the front of his shirt and hissed

"Ok I'm going to ask you once only and your going to tell me the truth you got it? Who have you been talking to about me and my details from the FBI?"

"Jess.. what the hel…."

"DAMN IT ROB, WHO THE FUCK HAVE YOU TOLD"

Hey I never said I played nice!

This time it was turned to be shocked as Rob got hold of my arms and pushed me down to the floor, not hard or anything just to get my attention. He then pinned my arms above my head

"What the hell -he said looking at me with those eyes-is up?"

This isn't the first time that Rob has gotten, uhem physical with me. Just Last summer where I was spending it at Camp Wasawee, a musical camp for gifted children, lets just say my 'gift'- and no I don't mean my musical gift, which you know after Dr. Alistair one of the camps constructors figured out I couldn't read music- turned out to be not such of a gift. So then Dr. Alistair demanded I spend every morning at 7am practising until I had learned how to read it. Apparently personal hygiene wasn't that important to him, since 7am was the only time I could bathe at the polar bear swim, what with being stuck with 8 little boys. Unfortunately my gift got in the way (as per usual) of my camp counsellor training and one of my students went missing.

Story of my damned life

To cut it short, I decided to go on a hunt for the missing kid and Rob wasn't to hot with the idea and tried to stop me, by holding me upside down and getting me the hell out of there, his attempts were fortunately stopped by Special agent Allan Johnson who decided 'enough was enough' and got out his pistol and pointed in Rob's direction.

It's not like Rob was scared of the gun, I mean if you asked me he looked kind of bored, but being on probation Rob decided it was best that he didn't add kidnapping to his record.

That's what he told me later anyway.

Anyway my point is that Rob hasn't gotten this physical with me since then, apart from making out, which unfortunately I have been denied the privilege of for a while, with no one to blame but myself.

You know this whole "situation" Rob on top of me that is, would have been totally romantic, I mean, picture it if you will:

A 16 year old girl, who is not what you would call ugly, with a 18 year old motorbike riding, 505 bum hugger wearing, totally buff guy holding her down. Of course it wasn't romantic because of the fact that Rob could be in cahoots with someone who would like to see 'Jessica Mastriani' on a gravestone.

"I'll tell you what the hell is up. I said "Oh not much apart from the fact that you've narked about me and the FBI work to someone, and now that person wants me dead!"

Rob let go of my arms and flinched like someone had hit him

I slowly sat up from where I was laying on the ground -no thanks to Rob- and edged towards Rob who seemed to be oddly fixated with the tiles on the floor.

Silence filled the room, but it was like I could hardly hear myself think, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Rob and I were sitting on his kitchen floor it was kinda of weird.

I was just about to get the hell out of there when Rob started to speak

"It's cos I'm a grit isn't it jess?"

"What?" although I had heard him perfectly clearly.

"It's cos I'm a grit, is why you asked me, am I right? I bet you haven't been to Ruth's demanding to know if she told someone, for all you know she could have told Scott who told someone else."

"No" but it didn't sound very convincing to my own ears.

"I'm right Jess aren't I? You haven't asked Ruth, instead you ask me first. Why?"

We sat there in silence again for the second time, Rob was right, he was totally right, it wasn't him and in the bottom of my heart I knew it wasn't, but in a way I wish it was him.

Ok ok that's kind of stupid, not it's not stupid, its; downright messed up.

"Rob I wanted it to be you, because I wanted a reason to hate you, with the whole Malcolm thing, it was all my fault and if I had a reason to hate you, it would make me feel less guilty about what I did."

"You were right Rob, I should only be helping Rosemary once a week, I'm not ready for the FBI work, and this "death threat" proves it, and I don't want to put my family, friends and you in danger. I'm really sorry."

"Will you forgive me for being a sel……." But before I could finish my sentence Rob had grabbed my head with his hands and was kissing me like he didn't want to stop.

Ok let me remind you that we are like on the kitchen floor which is not exactly the most comfortable of places. It's hard, cold and you get the occasional crumb stuck to your skin. But that didn't seem to bother, Rob or me by the way we had started out make out process right there on his tiled floor.

We had gone from sitting on the floor to laying on it, Rob was kissing me and I was kissing him back while running my hands up his back, tickling him just the way he likes it. Rob had his hands on my hips, they were warm and big and then started running them up towards my chest. I cursed at myself for wearing a bra, as I sat up a little way with Rob on top of me I started taking his shirt off and Rob unclipped the back of my bra and kept on kissing me. Unfortunately for me, Rob had finally realised what he was doing and sprung off me, like he discovered I had rabies or something.

"God, I'm sorry" was Robs reply.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, this always happens when Rob and me make out. Just when I think we are finally getting somewhere, Rob comes to his senses and starts apologising, like he thinks I didn't enjoy it or something. All I have to say is whatever.

"You may be sorry but I'm certainly not" I said to him, in hopes he might start kissing me again.

But unfortunately I didn't know what Rob was going to do next because the front door opened and Mrs Wilkins came in.

"Rob" she shouted, "Rob are you home, your bikes out the front, I need some help with the groceries. Can you get……" Mrs Wilkins stopped talking when Rob appeared from behind the kitchen counter.

"Hi mom" Rob said.

"Rob, what are you doing behind then kitchen……"

She was interrupted by me as I got up as well

"Jess" Mrs Wilkins said, "Jess what are you and Rob doing behind the kitc…. Oh…OH"

Its safe to say at this point all of us turned a shade of beetroot

"Hi Mrs Wilkins" I said, well what else could I have said?

"I spilt my drink," I said grabbing the empty cup from the kitchen top, Rob and I were just cleaning it up, right Rob?"

"Right" he said.

"Well I best be going now my mums going to kill me if I'm not home soon. Bye Mrs Wilkins its nice seeing you again, see you later Rob." And I started to walk out of the house.

"Jess, don't be silly your not walking, Rob will give you a lift home. Won't you Rob?"

To say Rob looked uncomfortable would be an understatement

"Sure, come on Jess"

Hope you guys enjoyed. I have been working on this for like ever and then I forgot about it. But then someone reviewed and I was all omggg my fanfic so I finished it.

I have been heaps busy with school and work and everything else. So yeah PLEASE REVIEW you know you want too.

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