Chapter Two:
I stood there motionless without a word. I could feel heat slowly flushing into my face as if it taunted me.
"You realize…" Jake began with a little red in his face. "You realize that you're only wearing a bra and underwear?" He assured me. My face got insanely hot.
I pushed him away covering my chest. "Pervert! Why do I even try to help you!?" I asked myself as I stared at him. To my surprise…he had a nice body. He had abs and not too much muscle in his arms but enough so that you could tell that he was a really strong guy.
"Hey, I'm just stating facts!"He said stubbornly.
"Here…" I said throwing the reddened cloth to him and I opened the door and slammed it shut. "Pervert…" I sighed to myself.
"Having a lovers' quarrel with your new friend?" Cameron asked as he stood beside me leaning on the door.
I blushed. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" I snapped. He laughed and walked away. I stood there for a moment then walked to my room opposite where Cameron was. I got some clean clothes on and started brushing my hair in front of a mirror. My shirt was one that went from the bottom of your shoulder to the other showing my neck. It was a black silk shirt with dark jeans.
"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind. I looked into the mirror and there leaning on the doorway was Jake.
"What does it look like?" I asked out of frustration.
"Someone's pissed." He said making me feel more and more anger bubble within me.
I stood up and walked toward him. His eyes never left me. I faced him. "You can have this room tonight. Touch or go through anything, and I swear I'll murder you." I said to him unemotionally trying not to get too angered.
"You wouldn't be able to murder me." He said self consciously.
"Why are you such a jerk?" I asked and took a step away from him. But Jake's hand tugged on my left wrist with his right.
"Why are you such an idiot?" He said with anger in his voice.
"Ha ha, you're funny." I said and tried to tug away from him but his grip was far to secure. "Let me go." I said calmly.
"Why should I?" His voice was calmer now but there was still a lot of frustration in his voice.
"Damn it Jake! Let Me GO!" I yelled turning and trying to whack him with my hand in a fist. He caught my wrist and with a simple shift in body weight I was pinned against the wall.
"Who's laughing now?" Jake stated.
"I'm serious now Jake. Let me go." My patience was wearing thin and I had just had enough of him. Even if he was hot he was a jerk.
"And what do you think you can do?" He asked.
"You don't think I could hurt you?" I asked as eyes met.
"Perhaps you could. I'm not too sure." He said and I tried to push my way from him but his grip was too strong and the more I struggled the tighter his hands got on my wrists that were held above my head.
" What do you want Jake?" I asked.
He let me go and we stood there just staring at each other. I could almost feel his gaze suffocating me. I turned and left for my brothers' room.
"Hey sis." Carson greeted me as I stepped in the door.
"Hey" I responded exhausted from our little match.
"What's wrong?" Carson asked. I sat next to him at his bed.
"Nothing. So what're you doing?" I asked putting a smile on. I never wanted to make him worry.
"Oh, just drawing. I'm not as good as you though." He said looking up at me from his drawing of the water. His eyes seemed so fragile. Was it because of our parent's death? No, he was too young and would never remember that.
"Let me see." I said really smiling as I took the pad. "This is really good." Drawing wasn't much my type but writing was. And sometimes I combined the two and it created a whole new world. I got into drawing and writing not long after my parents' death. It was a way of keeping my emotions stable and under control.
"Draw something!" My brother beckoned handing me a mechanical pencil.
"What do you want me to draw?" I asked staring at the white paper as I turned to the next page.
"Draw anything." He said.
I started drawing a lake scene with autumn trees around it and then my brother handed me some colored pencils. I colored in the picture and handed it to Carson.
"WOW!" He gasped. "This looks awesome!" He said as he looked u at me with a big smile.
I always loved seeing him smile. "Hey lets go on the deck and I'll make us some smoothies. What do you say?" I asked.
He jumped up. "Tch. Of course!" He said and I stood up taking the pad from him.
"Alright, you go ahead and I'll be right up." I said and he ran out of the room. I made Carson's bed and cleaned his room.
"He makes you smile." A voice made me freeze. I stood up and shot a glare at Jake.
"Stay away from Carson." I said angrily. I wouldn't let anything happen to my brother.
"What would I do to him? Now Alice be realistic." Jake said from the doorway. He walked into the room.
"I am being realistic. You're the same type of person as the person that killed my family." I snapped. I never really remembered who did it but I was watching one person brutally murder both my mother and my father. For the first time in a while tears came to my eyes.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt either of them. If I wanted to I'd have done it by now." He said. And for some odd reason I actually believed him. I could hear the sincere honesty in his voice.
"Whatever." I said rubbing the tears from my eyes. I walked past Jake but he caught my shoulder. I didn't resist I just stopped. This time his touch was gentle against my bare skin.
"I promise." His words sank into my heart unlike anything I'd ever felt before. What was going on? What is this?
haha whats gonna happen? And when will they EVER get to the city? Keep reading!