"Okay, but I still think you're wrong," Leighton told me and patted me on the head.
I glared at him over our project. We had just one major component to do left. And we were having some, differences of opinions.
"The proof is all there," I replied whipping out my copy of Hamlet as proof, "Ophelia. Is. Knocked. Up."
"Nope. Not buying it."
I groaned. "It makes sense though. I mean, her baby's daddy can't marry her and once everyone finds out she's got a bun in the oven she'll be cast out of society. So, she kills herself. End of discussion."
Leighton narrowed his eyes at me. "The proof?"
My eyes rolled so far into the back of my head I swear I could see my brain. No matter how many times we had this discussion Leighton never believed the obvious proof I was showing him. Stupid boy.
"The songs she sings?" I put on a high pitched voice and trilled, "Oh no. I had sex with him, he told me he would marry me but he lied. Oh, and I'm carrying his child."
Leighton looked amused at my little interpretation. I glared back at him defiantly. I wish he would just realize that my way was the right way. Granted, no one could really say what Shakespeare meant, but I thought I had a handle on it. Unfortunately, Leighton didn't agree with me. I chewed my lip and tapped my pencil on the notebook in front of me trying to come back with a witty remark to say to him.
"--on Saturday?"
"Hm?" I looked at him. I had been so caught up in my little plot of revenge that I hadn't heard him speaking.
He put on a mock sad expression. "I asked if you were going to the dance on Saturday?"
"I don't know. No one's asked me yet." Which was perfectly true. I mean, I'd dropped hints to Jacob and crew about me wanting to go, but clearly I wasn't obvious enough. And that put me in a dilemma. I wanted to go-- I love dancing. But it wasn't really Jacob's scene and I didn't want to go if he wasn't going to ask me. Instantaneously I resolved to drop the kind of hints that even Helen Keller could pick up on.
"Really?" Leighton looked over my head as though thinking about something.
I nodded as the bell rang. I jumped out of my seat excitedly and waved goodbye to Leighton. It was time to see Jacob.
He was standing outside the classroom door looking amazing as always. I caught a few freshmen throwing adoring glances at him and I shot them the death glare.
"Allie," Jacob's mouth was turned up into a giant grin as I walked into his arms. I looked up at him expectantly and he kissed me with a laugh.
"I miss having you in my classes," I told him as he pulled me into a bear hug.
"I miss having you in my arms," his brown eyes sparkled at me.
I gave him one last kiss before I scurried off to my next class. I really did miss having Jacob in my classes. Not only was he awesome eye candy, he was also very entertaining. A class clown if you will.
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Lunch was always a tense affair. Embry and Quil refused to talk directly to Leighton who in turn refused to talk directly to them. I didn't understand why everyone hated each other. Personally, I thought they were all being douche bags. And I told them so.
After Leighton left our table I cornered Embry and Quil in the hallway.
"Why are you guys so mean to him? He didn't do anything to you," I said to them.
Embry shifted uncomfortably. "He didn't do anything to us. But he did something to Jake."
I raised an eyebrow at them. "Look, here's the deal," Quil told me, "Leighton and Jake have always had this kind of rivalry right? They always compete against each other. Anyways, on the day Leighton first met you he challenged Jake. For you. Got it?" My expression was one of confusion. Quil continued exasperatedly, "They. Are. Fighting. Over. You."
My eyes widened with disbelief. "No they're not," I snorted.
This time Embry looked at me apologetically. "Actually, they are."
My mouth dropped open in utter disbelief as they shouldered past me. Fighting? Over me? That couldn't be true. Leighton was just a friend-- plus he already knew that Jacob and I were a couple. Clearly Embry and Quil had eaten paint chips as children. It was the only way to explain their delusions.
Walking to class I contemplated the mere week I'd known Leighton. He didn't flirt with me, right? I mean. I'd notice that, right? Besides, Leighton seriously set off my gaydar-- and let me tell you, it was finely tuned. Clearly, they were in the wrong.
My mind made up I decided to act like nothing ever happened. This worked before for me.
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I stood outside the school waiting for Jacob. My lip was almost totally mutilated from me chewing it, trying to think of a way to bring up to Jacob that I wanted to go to the dance on Saturday.
As soon as he came in my view a humongous smile lit up my face. I loved him so much. Jacob walked swiftly over to where I was and pulled me into a bear hug before kissing me.
I nearly swooned in his arms. Swooned? Wow, I'm starting to sound like a romance novel.
"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked as Jacob led me to his car, his arm around my waist.
Jacob looked down at me. "Want to come over?"
"Well, duh."
He laughed at my earnestness and I flushed with embarrassment. Was it really so wrong to want to be with my boyfriend?
At Jacob's house we sat on the couch side by side. I was attempting to finish some of my math homework and Jacob was just watching TV. I swore softly at the retarded math problem I couldn't do and Jacob laughed.
I loved the sound of his laughter and I smiled back at him. I was suddenly hit with inspiration. I would seduce him into asking me to the dance. Billy wasn't due back for a few hours, the house was stifling, and we were all alone. The perfect recipe.
Nonchalantly, I sighed and grumbled about the heat. Then I "worked" on my homework for a few minutes. All Jacob's attention was on the television as I whipped off my shirt so that I had on only my sports bra. Immediately Jacob's eyes flicked over to me, then they widened at my lack of clothing.
"What?" I asked innocently, "it's hot in here."
Jacob mumbled something about me having a skin showing problem but I ignored it. Next, I decided I needed to reach for my book bag that sat on Jacob's other side. I leaned across his body, my chest brushing his chest as I pulled out a pencil. I felt Jacob's eyes on me and I smiled inwardly. Bwhahahahahaha. My ingenious plan was working.
Jacob tried to focus on the TV. but I could tell that his attention was elsewhere. For my next step I would "fall" into his lap. Goodness, I was devious.
I got up from my spot on the couch and headed past Jacob before I "accidentally" tripped and fell into his lap. I giggled at him and the compromising position. Now Jacob was looking at me.
I slid my hands up his bare chest and then brought my face close to his. His eyes practically darkened when I pressed my lips to his.
"Oopsie," I told him.
I cut off his response with a deeper kiss. Then I got up from his lap and walked into the kitchen, intending on pouring myself a glass of water.
As I intended Jacob followed me and stood right behind me. I pretended not to notice him as I reached up to get a glass from the cabinet. Strong, warm arms wrapped around my waist and Jacob planted a kiss in the sensitive spot just behind my ear. I arched back into him and then turned to I was facing him, my back against the counter.
"Is there something you want?" he asked never releasing his hold on my hips.
I pouted. "Why would you say that?"
"Your acting isn't exactly Oscar material," he kissed my forehead. "Now, what did you want?"
I blushed. Dammit. I was caught in the act. My eyes looked everywhere except for Jacob's eyes.
"Allie," he said in a soft voice.
Why was he so darn adorable? I sighed. "I wanted you to ask me to the dance on Saturday." I admitted still avoiding his eyes.
He chuckled. "Is that all?" I looked up and glared at him, crossing my arms. "Okay fine," he smiled at me. "Allie, will you go to the dance with me on Saturday?"
"Fine," I told him irritated.
Jacob laughed again and kissed me so hard that I was bent backwards over the counter.
"Um?" I mumbled dizzily.
"Ever since you took your shirt off I've been dying to do that."
"Oh. Well then."
He laughed and his eyes shined. I looked at him warily. He was planning something. Jacob placed his head near my ear.
"I can hear Quil and Embry coming in the front door. Shall we give them something to watch?" He whispered and I knew he was grinning devilishly.
I nodded and Jacob snapped to attention. He pulled me from the counter and lifted me so that I was sitting on the kitchen table, my legs dangling over the side. Then he placed himself in between my legs and pressed me back so that I was laying on the kitchen table.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head so that I was his prisoner. Then he leaned down so that he was practically on top of me and kissed me. Long, hard, and deep. We needed to do this more often I thought as I arched up to meet him.
There was a crash and then a thud. I opened my eyes to look over at Quil and Embry who stood in the kitchen doorway, their mouths open, their cheeks red. I forced myself to not giggle-- I didn't know if Jacob was planning anything else.
Jacob turned slowly to look at them, grinning.
"You guys want a turn?" he asked them.
Both Quil and Embry's faces blanched and their eyes widened. They shook their heads back in forth so quickly I was afraid they would give themselves whiplash. It was hilarious.
I couldn't help it. I started to laugh hysterically. Jacob joined in with me, doubled over in laughter. Our hysterical laughter and gasping filled the kitchen. Embry and Quil just looked on with shock and confusion.
"You--" I managed to gasp in between peals of laugher, "you-- should have" another chuckle, "seen your faces. . ." I trailed off still laughing.
I managed to recover finally and sat up on the table that Jacob now leaned against.
"What. The hell. Was that?" Quil said after a pause.
"Maybe you should knock before you enter someone's house," Jacob said smiling.
"Maybe you should try not to have sex with your girlfriend on the kitchen table," was Quil's clever reply.
"Maybe we already have," I deadpanned. Quil and Embry's faces showed shock again. I snickered at them.
Jacob threw me a disgusted look. "Anyways, what are you two fools doing over here?"
Embry looked at the tiles apologetically. "Sam wanted us to get you. He wants to talk to us."
I frowned. Stupid werewolf business taking my Jacob away from me. I hated it when Jacob had to leave me. My sigh filled the kitchen as I prepared to get off the table.
"Where are you going?" Jacob's angry voice filled the silence.
"Home," I said confused.
He snorted. "Nonsense. You're coming with me."
I am?
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Sorry for the long time between updates. Buttt im moving to school on thursday so ive been extra busy. and will probably continue to be busy.
btw. you should check out the new story i posted it's called Barricade. do it...all the cool kids are.
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