Save Me

Chapter 59

People are walking around us; talking, shopping, entering some magazines as others admire their display window, laughing and filling the air with a variety of noises. The sun is warm blanketing all of us from up high while the smell of coffee travels.

"When are you going out?" I ask staring at a dress.

"This weekend. I'm super nervous and I don't know why. We have been out before although, this time I have made a reservation in a romantic restaurant with low lighting. It's amazing. I'm pretty sure it's her style though I'm scared she might not like it and I really don't want to ruin it because..." Noah keeps rambling as I look up at him trying to comprehend his enthusiasm yet the fear of his date with Anna.

"Do you see why I'm nervous?" He pauses his long monologue.

"You're so cute," I admit smiling.

"Not the answer I was quite expecting," I giggle.

"You shouldn't be nervous at all. There's no way she's not going to like it. I'm sure she'll love it."

"I hope too for the sake of both of us," He jokes causing me to burst into laugher knowing that if it doesn't go well, I'll hear his complaints.

"Guys!" Jacob's voice ceases our discussion and we head towards him. "There are done with the shopping. Are you up for food? I'm starving,"

"Yes!" I cheer being famished. We have been shopping and walking for so many hours and I need energy. Noah stays silent; glancing around, avoiding his brother. I notice Jacob's face twist.

"We'll be right behind you," He nods and I gaze at Noah; all his playfulness is gone. "You need to forgive him,"

"He doesn't even care,"

"He does, he's your brother."

"Well, he should have remembered it before he stood there and did nothing to cover up his best friend's evil plan."

"It wasn't his fault. It was Corbyn's,"

"And he agreed. I didn't see him do a thing about it." He snaps.

"He did what every best friend would have done."

"I wouldn't," He admits and I grin. I wrap my arms around him tightly. He's too good to be true.

"I don't know what I would have done without you," I whisper inside his embrace. "And it means so much to me that you're so protective and supportive but you need to let this go. Jacob didn't do anything wrong. I don't blame him and neither should you. He even apologized to me and he's really upset about how things are between you two. He needs his brother, Noah."

"I don't know how you talk to him. I wouldn't talk to either of them."

"I do though to both of them."

"What?" He leans down meeting my eyes with his surprised ones. "You talk to Corbyn?"

I hum in agreement. "Well, most of it is not talking but shouting to be accurate." He shakes his head.

"Now, would you please talk to your brother? It means everything to me that you have been by my side on this but I don't want it to be at Jacob's expense. Will you at least think about it?"

He stays quiet for some seconds thinking about my offer until he lowers his gaze. "Fine,"

I squeeze him giggling, satisfied with his reply. "Come on, we're gonna lose them,"

It's past twelve when I raise my eyes from my computer screen and look outside the window. I take off my earphones and rest my head in my hands locking my lids; relishing this moment of peace that I've been craving for a while.

"Are you sure it's fine?" His familiar voice startles me and I stand up gruffly making my chair squeal against the floor.

"Yeah, he is okay with it," Jacob answers and footsteps are coming closer and becoming louder.

"She will not gonna be though," Corbyn states. I open my door lightly peeking through the small opening. I find Jacob opposite from my demon. Exhaustion has claimed him as his eyes are circled by small dark lines. His hair is tousled as usual but what catches my attention, is a small bag on his right hand. Is he going to live here? The thought increases the rate of my heartbeat rapidly; my blood feels to run faster.

"We actually talked," Jacob admits calmly.

"I don't know Jacob," Corbyn's voice trails off as he brings his hands up and hides his face in them. "I don't fucking know anymore."

"She might need time." Corbyn shakes his head in return.

"I had given her time. I stayed away to let her process this and look where that has gotten me," He exhales loudly; almost exasperatedly. "I'm going to sleep even though I don't see getting much of it," He mutters the last part. I frown at his words when a feeling of guilt finds its way to my chest.

"We have a game coming up," Jacob reminds Corbyn while he walks away.

"I know, but that doesn't really help,"

"Do I want to know when was the last time you slept?"

"No," Corbyn throws away the question turning towards the direction of my door and I quickly close it. I leave it open just an inch not to get caught. His footsteps pass in front of my door towards the guest room before the door clicks. He is staying.

I lean in the door watching outside as the light of the street lamp flickers; casting shadows and flashes in my room, switching the scenery from darkness and light.

I lay in bed staring at the whiteness of my ceiling; how some parts spark due to the ambient light and others stay hidden. I look at my phone; it's three am and I haven't managed to sleep. I can't bear the thought that he is here; only some wall between us keeping us apart. He hasn't slept for days and neither have I.

He needs you and I think you need him too...

Jacob's voice resounds in my head that it's buried in my pillow. Maybe I did, maybe I do, still.

My eyes take a glimpse of the door of the guest room before I walk the stairs. A light humming wakes my memories of the night I saw my demon with Jacob talking with my uncle. He was so hurt that I nearly run to him in school the next day to check if he was alright. I was falling in love with him back then and I had no idea; of my emotions, their power and control over me, or what the future had planned for me. Or more correctly, what my demon had planned for both of us.

The cold water smooths the dryness of my lips and throat. Walking back to my room, I feel like I was being watched. I glance up and see a pair of eyes watch mine.

"Oh my..." I jump putting my hand over my heart. "Oh my God,"

I stare at my demon trying to calm myself down and overcome the shock. I had imagined he was in his room yet here he is. He's laying on the couch as one of his legs is thrown above the other. His one hand is behind his head as the other holds the remote control of the Tv.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes fly to the screen before they find their way back to me.

"You?"

"Can't sleep," I whisper and lower my gaze from his for a moment. I feel a wave of shyness wash over me along with redness that covers my cheeks.

"Me neither," He confesses. I shift my weight from one leg to another chewing my bottom lip.

"I-I should probably go. It's really late," I walk without looking back but I stop knowing too well that I won't sleep. And neither will he.

My eyes hesitantly and slowly land on his blue sparkling ones that were already on mine. I stare at him as if I'm making a proposition; to both of us.