so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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3 "Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the flavor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening." -Maya Angelou Warning: Mature Content. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the hell are you doing here?" I was partially scared of the sight in front of me. I have a bad feeling about all of this yet there's nothing I can do about it yet.
"Oh, I just thought I would come by and say hi to your mom Holland." He smiled standing up from his chair. "Long time no see."
"You should go. I don't know if you noticed, my mom has no idea who you are and Landon- Landon is right there this isn't the time." I stuttered. I'm trying to put a hard front on but he can see right through it.
"Then we'll go upstairs." He smirked, taking a few steps backwards towards the stairs. "Has your room changed? I'd love to see it."
I scoffed. "I'll lead the way." I pushed past him immediately grabbing my phone from my back pocket.
"Who you texting? Stilinski? That's what you call him right?" My heart dropped when he said his name. I clicked out of his contact and pressed on my brothers instead.
"No, I'm telling my brother to leave." I murmured, earning a chuckle from the boy behind me.
To Landon: I need you to text someone and get the hell out of here now.
From Landon: I'm not leaving you here.
To Landon: Then text Scott! Someone I don't care!
I opened the door to my room rushing over to my desk and moving the picture of Stiles and I kissing. I threw it into a drawer and made sure there was no proof of us dating anywhere else.
"What are you doing here Jacob? And I don't mean at my house, I mean why are you in Beacon Hills?" I sighed. He had a stupid smirk on his face as he shut my door and looked around my room.
"You look as beautiful as ever Holland." He glanced at pictures of me with my friends around the room. He picked up a picture of me, Stiles and Scott at the lake that we went to a couple weeks ago. "Stilinski... did he take his chance while I was gone or is he still secretly pining over you?"
"Okay, cut the crap. Why are you here, talking to me? What do you want?" I ripped the picture frame from his hands putting it back on my nightstand.
"I want what I've always wanted." He took a step closer towards me causing me to back up. "You baby." I winced at his words, shaking my head.
"That's not a-"
"And the parties here!" My door flew open thankfully. Lydia and Allison both walked in smiling.
