I was scared, afraid, creeped out, HE WAS THRUSTING A PIECE OF FRIED CHICKEN AND MOANING.
I ran out the room screaming, terrified. Why was he, the guy I fell in love with today having sex with chicken? I was totally right when I thought of that terrible thought of him thrusting fried chicken. I sat in a corner, scared.
Jake came out of the room and went looking for me. I was too afraid. I didn't want that crazy chicken obsessed lover following me. I yelled and told him to leave me alone.
He finally found me.
"Clare I can explain-"
"NO YOU CAN'T, YOU SCARE ME"
"Clare it's just that-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE"
"Me and chicken have a very strong bond…"
"I don't care Jake, you're a freak"
He slowly walks away looking back at me.
Is it wrong that I feel bad now? I guess calling him a 'freak' was kind of rude.. but who has sex with chicken? Jake obviously…
I decide to get up, I can't live in this house and ignore Jake…