I blatantly refused to go back to school. Aunty Al told me she couldn't see my future, I didn't believe her she asked me to go shopping while we tried to figure out why. What I figured was that she was trying to put me in a better mood. Growing up with her always in the near vicinity had left its mark; just like her I loved shopping.
We headed to Olympia in her yellow Porsche, a present from my dad Edward. Travelling at top speed we reached there in less than two hours and got to work shopping straight away. No matter how much I concentrated on the colours and styles of the latest fashions I couldn't get Jacob out of my head. It annoyed me as I usually had such good control over my thoughts; what with a mind reading dad and everything. It seemed silly to me now, now that I was away from his scent, that he should affect me so.
We were in the Porsche driving home when Aunty Al cut the music and turned to look at me.
"What made you change your mind about going back to school; I was expecting it to take much longer than a week." She asked, so sure of her self.
"I did some thinking while we were shopping," I replied, as if that explained everything.
Apparently it didn't so I added. "I was thinking who was he to stop me from going to school, I can handle it." It sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than her. She had a blank look on her face just before she answered like she was seeing something.
"I know you can" She positively beamed.
I went back to school the following Monday and it was hard to believe that I'd been so cocksure that I could resist him. The scent was as strong as ever. When my mind wasn't preocupied with Jacob I was thinking about what Aunty Al had seen to make her so sure I'd be able to do it.
The weather was sunny for forks and the sunlight filtering through the canopy of leaves was like millions of tiny green spotlights. I was in history rocking around in my seat (before lesson; Mr Smith is really strict) to my favourite song, completely oblivious to the world, when he tapped me on the shoulder. I didn't realise it was him at first, I had been working on not breathing, but his touch sent shivers through my system like nothing I had experienced before. I spun round to see him standing above me and I couldn't help but think he was gorgeous. He was wearing a starch white polo neck t-shirt teemed with blue surf shorts. At least he wouldn't need any fashion advice from Aunty Al. What was I thinking, I can't like him, this can't happen. I can't allow myself to think this way but how could I not when he stands there looking cute and smiling at me.
" Ermm. Ya kinda sittin' on my chair." He said, only no stammering this time. Where did all this confidence come from.
"Sos." I was sure I could feel the blood rushing to my face.
"It's okay, I just thought you might wanna know before sir gets here." Right on que Mr Smith arrives.
"Settle down class!" He bellowed, someone was in a bad mood today.
As we swapped seats our arms brushed and sent shock waves through my system, yet again. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all , all I could think about was the way his touch had made me feel. We were sitting so close I couold reach out and touch him, it took all my self control not to. As soon as the bell rang I was gone, for fear he might strike up a coversation.
Everything was so confusing, how could I feel this way about someone I'd spoken to all of 2 times and known less than a month. Why was life so confusing. I figured visiting Aunty Alice would be my best bet on finding out what lay ahead for me. When I got home home I ditched my stuff and started running.