Chapter Three – Jungle Fever

Sawyer starred Jack right in the eyes. He was sick of having to hide his feelings for her, sick of pretending to be someone he clearly wasn't. He threw his book to the ground and stood up in a shot. His feet stamped into the sand in anger as he made his way towards Kate.

"I need to talk to you, now...please," he stated quickly.

"Sorry?" Kate starred at him startled, "I am not going anywhere with you."

"It's really important," he said lowering his voice. She looked at him for a moment. She felt like it was important and he sounded serious as well as nervous.

"Oh, okay," she grabbed her elastic from her wrist, tried her hair into a low bun and followed him towards the tall trees that led into the jungle.

He took her deep into the jungle, making sure no one was around to hear what he had to say, except for Kate. He stood, not facing her but to his face to her, for a few seconds he closed his eyes, listened to the wind, took a deep breath and finally turned to face her.

"Sawyer, what is going on?"

"I have something to tell you, Kate," he began. He made his way towards her slowly, "ever since I first saw you, I've been having these...feelings of –"

"Hate, perhaps?"

"Let me finish –"

"Sawyer, are you alright?"

£"I'm just peachy...do I look like I'm fine?" he stressed sarcastically.

"I'm going," she said in a soft low voice. She turned on her heel and took a step.

"No wait!"
"What should I?! You're just going to start another argument with me!"

Sawyer felt rage crept over him. He could not stay quiet any longer, "I want you Kate!" he shouted suddenly at her. Kate stood there with her back to him, stood in shock, unable to speak.

"...I want you Kate," he repeated calmly, stepping slowly towards her, "as the days go by, I am wanting you more and more and it is killing me to see you so close to Jack. ...I just wanted to let you know how I...felt..."

At this point he was stood right behind her. After a few seconds, she turned to face him once more. She lifted her head and stared him in the eyes. Their eyes connected and her hands began to flow up to his chest. Gently touching him, she opened her mouth to speak, "I...I," but she could not finish her sentence. She threw her arms around his neck and drew him close to her quickly, pushing her lips against his. Sawyer didn't reject, instead he pulled her closer, tightening his grip around her waist.

"I do not want Jack," she whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck slowly, "I want you."

He moved her away a few inches, "he looks like he wants you too."

She could not reply for a moment, "I, I'll have to set him straight then, won' I?" she answered smiling and killing his nose.

"And how will you do that?" he asked, stroking her hair and cheek.

"I have a plan. But I'll sort that later..."

She moved back into him and pulled off his shirt. Pushing him into a tree she took hers off too. They carried on kissing and they soon moved their lips to other places.

No one could hear or see them, so there was nothing to worry about...