Caught In Your Chaos ✓

Chapter Thirty-Two

Seb dropped me at my dorm after we spent some time in the cafe. I liked how comfortable we were around each other. The thought of us spending more time together as friends made me smile. Although the day started on an ugly note, the ending was surprisingly pleasant: only that it wasn't. The moment I entered my room, I almost got a heart attack. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" I screamed my lungs out at Jake, standing near my precious typewriter.

"We are both standing on the horizon, waiting eagerly for each other. And yet, to finally meet, one of us has to fall so that the other can rise." He recited my words calmly, holding a piece of paper from the stack on my desk. My lines almost felt magical in his deep voice, and I stared at him dazedly. "Did you write this, Amy?" his voice was still calm.

"I asked you first," I quickly recovered from my dazed state and put back the stern look on my face. "What are you doing in my room? And who allowed you to go through my stuff?"

"This is not just your room, remember? Leah wanted to go out. Moreover, didn't you want me to be nice to her." He scoffed, rubbing his fingers on his forehead as a sign of frustration or irritation. Either case, my mind was more focused on the tattoos peeking through his white tee. The black and white contrast was a sight no one could ignore.

"Yeah, whatever. That still doesn't allow you to go through my stuff, give it back." I rolled my eyes, trying to snatch the paper out of his hands. But of course, he wasn't going to hand them over to me, so he did what I expected him to do he held them behind his back.

"Not before you answer my question," he said with a smirk. The smirk wasn't a good sign: he was obnoxious again. He walked backward and grabbed a few more notes from my desk. The moment my eyes fell on the stack from which he picked them up, waves of panic surged through me. How could I be so careless? He held the sheets of my novel, and he, for sure, should never know what I wrote on those sheets.

"Jake, please! give them back," I rushed towards him and tried reaching for the papers again. The fear of being exposed had me so much blinded that I didn't notice our closeness. I kept one of my hands on his chest and tried reaching the notes on his back. Though in the struggle, both of us were mere inches apart. He stepped an inch closer and held my wrist, stopping me from reaching the notes. The irregular beating of his heart against my palm had me realize our closeness. Jake's hold on my wrist tightened, and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes with a burning gaze, and the way his black orbs darkened- it made me freeze in his hold.

"Jake," my voice came out as a whisper.

I wanted to shove him away and shout at his face for making me feel so captivated. It was not fair how his presence made me so damn weak. Never in my eighteen years of life, I felt the urge to be held by someone. But at that very moment, I wanted to give in. But I wasn't going to, not when the person in front of me was the jerk.

"Tell me, Amy, how was your date with Seb?" He asked in a somewhat tense voice as his face was just an inch away from mine. Even though his smell was intoxicating me and his body heat was unbearably burning me, his words didn't fail to reach my mind. How did he know I went out with Seb? And why was he concerned about it? Unless he was jealous. The thought made me smirk, and for the first time, I felt so self-satisfied.

"And why does it matter to you?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes with the smuggest smile I could muster up. His chest stiffened under my palm, and that had me wonder why I didn't remove my hand from his chest. But before I could do that, his hold on my wrist loosened, and he stepped away from me. An inaudible whine died down my throat. His eyes still burned into mine as I noticed how his jaw tightened.

"You're right. It doesn't matter to me with whom you mess around." He spat harshly, brushing his curls aggressively.

Jake slammed my notes back on the desk harshly. My face dropped due to his rough tone. Was he angry because I went out with Seb?

"You're one to judge- when you mess around with almost all the girls on campus or maybe some outside as well. Aren't you going on a date yourself? Not to forget, you told Leah to stay away, and here you are, running right back to her. Pathetic if you ask me." I felt a teeny tiny tug at my heart saying those hurtful words to him. But I hated the guy(or wanted to hate). Also, the previous panic of Jake finding out about his role in my words was still coursing through me.

I saw how his eyes darkened under the impact of my words. And the very next moment, he was standing in front of me again. I so wanted to step away as his intense look trapped me in. He sure controlled his anger, which was evident from his veins popping on his neck.

"You're right. I'm going on a date with Leah. And just so you know, I'm not taking her to some cafe. We're going on a fancy date, and maybe after dinner, she will give me a nice f..."

"Oh, No, No, No! too much detail. I never asked you the detail." I screamed, blocking both my ears and cutting him out.

"Not my problem that your date was boring," he said and started laughing at my flustered self. That must be funny for him, but his details affected me in ways I didn't know.

"You know what, some of us are decent, unlike you. Don't you feel bad about hurting someone's feelings? Leah seems serious about you. So, at least try to be nice to her and stop objectifying girls." I yelled at him, glaring at his face.

"I don't objectify girls. Everyone here is an adult and free to make their own choices. At least, I'm clear about my intentions, unlike people who are dense enough to be in denial. And besides, they love it." he was so cool about the whole idea while I looked at him, displeased. I was in no place to feel anything apart from disgust, but I couldn't deny the uneasiness settling in my heart.

I opened my mouth to say something, not exactly knowing what, but Leah burst into the room before I could speak.

"Sorry, that took long." Leah flashed a wide smile at him. Her gaze shifted between Jake to me. The tension between us was too obvious to ignore.

"Where were you anyway? I've been waiting here for ages, and your roommate is plain boring," he said, rolling his eyes and heading towards the door.

"Hey!!" I glared at him. He shrugged, giving me a carefree look.

"I asked Sophie to curl my hair. How do I look?" Leah whispered to me, sounding all excited. I scanned her from head to toe and grinned at her. She looked like a doll in that peach satin dress, which complimented her tan skin.

"You look amazing," I assured her, giving a squeeze to her hand.

"Oh! Come on. Are you done yet?" Jake asked, leaning against the door frame with folded arms. Why he had to be rude?

Leah waved me goodbye and headed outside. Jake stayed at the door for a few seconds, looking straight at me. He wanted to say something. Maybe another snarky comment.

"Aren't you getting late now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

"Yes, I'm," his voice was thick and weirdly calm. He turned on his heels and walked away.

The moment he was out of sight, I took a deep sigh, plopping my back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about a particular noodlehead, whose entire being was driving my thoughts unruly. I knew brewing him into my words would have its downside. But the way he made me feel had nothing to do with that.

The goosebumps on my skin with his mere thought were not because he was part of my imagination. It was real, and that scared me even more.