Hello my gorgeous readers! I swore to myself that I would NOT update until I had gotten 10 reviews, but, scratch that, I'll do whatever the hell I want. Soooooo, I decided to update. I know, it's a quickie (stole the term from Gossip Girl. Doesn't EXACTLY apply here, but you get the idea), but I heavily revised this chapter. I'm pretty busy with school and such (right now I should be studying for an APUSH test), but I love y'all more.
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Today, my inspiration was the Eclipse score, and a very creative inner dialogue.
Chapter 11
The next couple days were spent juggling school, dance practices, and visiting Jacob. He sustained injuries that would keep a normal human in bed for at least a six months. But yet again, Jacob wasn't exactly your average sixteen year-old. By Sunday, he was able to stand up and move around, although he was still too wounded to phase. It hurt me to see him in so much pain. But he was itching to get out of the house. He was like an animal trapped in a cage, pacing back and forth. Haha, animal. I finally convinced Sam to let me take Jacob to the beach, for some fresh air. Actually, I can't take all the credit. Emily helped a little. I tried to help Jake into the passenger side of my Mustang, but he refused me. Then he actually asked if he could drive. Damn men and their need to be tough ALL of the time. I watched him grimace as he attempted to maneuver himself into my car. It would've been funny if he wasn't in so much pain.
Actually, it kinda was, now that I think about it.
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The ocean has never ceased to amaze me. It's just so . . . peaceful. We climbed out of the car and sat on the sand, leaning against the same driftwood log that has been the scene of many an event for us. The silly nervousness of our first date, the overwhelming fear I felt when I thought he was going to break up with me. And now? Nothing but love. Not simple, and not pure, but complicated and twisted.
And wonderful.
I laced my fingers through his and let him put his head on my shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. "Does it hurt?" God, I am the poster child of stupidity. Of course he hurts.
He snorted, "Well that's a dumb question if I've ever heard one. Yeah, it hurts everywhere. But nothing that a macho man like me can't handle."
I lightly slapped his face. "God, you're such a jackass."
He placed his hand on his heart, looking at me in fake shock. "I can't believe that you're going out with a jackass. I thought you were above that."
I smirked. "Well that shows just how much you know about me. I happen to be extremely attracted to men who fall in that subspecies of human."
"Good thing I belong in that category."
"I figured you were more wolf than donkey."
He lifted his finger. "See, I know how you would think that. It's the bulging muscles, the thick black hair, the piercing eyes. . . Girls just can't resist it."
"Oh, but I can. And this is the part where I walk down the beach away from you, to prove it."
And I did exactly that. I lifted myself up, brushed the sand off my butt, and walked away, meandering along, kicking at the loose pebbles along my path.
He tried to jog up behind me, but I could tell he was having a difficult time of it. I walked as slowly as I could. He eventually caught me and swept me up into his arms. "Admit it. I know you know I'm irresistible. I just need to hear you say it.
"I will never say it out loud."
"Ah, so you admit you think it. Too bad you won't say it."
He ran out into deep water and threw me in. I let out a scream. "Damn you Jacob!" God the water was coooooooold.
He let out a laugh. "You know you love me."
I shot him a glare. "Thank God for you, or else you'd be dead right now."
He turned his back to me. Big mistake. I ran as fast as I could and jumped on his back, trying to wrestle him to the ground. He decided to indulge me, "Oh no. I can't fight you! You're too strong! I'm no match for you! Strength. Is. Failing." And he collapsed to the ground.
I sat on him, straddling his lower back. "Yes! I am victorious!" I took in the feel of victory. I knew it wouldn't last for very long. And I was right.
Before I could say, "Eff you," he had flipped me over, his body now straddling my waist, his hands pinning my arms by my sides. He looked deep into my eyes, like he was peering into my very soul. It rendered my body completely useless. Jake leaned in, rubbing my arm in slow, lazy circles with his thumb. And he kissed me. And kissed me. God. God. That's all that my mind could comprehend at the moment.
I completely melted. I let out a groan, quickly making it open-mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and slowly wrapped my legs around his waist as well. He stood up, still holding me to his chest. We eventually broke away, and I buried my head in his warm chest, my body shivering like crazy. He enveloped me with his arms and pushed me closer. I felt safe.
He nipped at my ear, and whispered, "I don't have to hear you say it. I know it."
Short? Yes, I know. Fluffy as a cloud? Yes, I'm aware. Amazingly well-written? Oh stop it, now you're embarrassing me :) R and R please!