Two chapters within like 20 minutes? I think that's hellah good!
Panic Prone
Chapter Eighteen
skittlesxrayn
Emma awoke on her bed, curled in a ball. She tried to move, but noticed there was an arm around her. Her back was to the body that said arm belonged to. She slowly and carefully, rolled over. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized it was...
Jay.
She jumped up, instantly regretting every waking up in the first place. Jay groaned and opened his eyes, "You ok?"
"Am I ok? What kind of question is that? Why are you in my bed? Now, that's a good question."
He sat up, "You fainted. Remember? I carried you up to your room. You told me not to leave you. Nothing happened."
Then she remembered the numbers. The food. Calories. "Oh," was all she said.
"So, are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, I just..."
Quick think of something! She screamed at herself.
"I was tired and I haven't eaten since dinner last night."
Jay nodded, "You look like you haven't eaten anything since The Last Supper."
"Whatever," she laid back down, staring at her ceiling.
She felt Jay lay down next to her. His hand brushed against hers. Hers against his. Without glancing away from the spot on her ceiling, she laced her fingers with his. She rolled on to her side, pulling Jay on to his. His arm wrapped around her fragile body, their fingers still laced. Back to chest and she could feel his heart beat going through her.
He took in the scent of her hair as she closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of his heart resound through her body. And for once, she actually felt safe.
Safe with her brother's best friend. Her new friend's ex boyfriend. The one who was the partial cause for the rumors at school.
None of that matter. At least not at that moment. She would worry about that another day.