Crushed - Jacob Tremblay X Reader [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15 - Very First Date

You wake up early, to a very faint sound of buzzing. Irene's spare phone is ringing under your pillow. You left Jacob a text from there, hoping he'd respond. 

You answer his call. 

"Hey!" You whisper, trying to keep as quiet as possible. 

"We need to talk." Jacob says simply. 

"About what?"

"Just - ugh - can't tell you right now. We just need to talk."

"Okay, what about right now?"

"I told you: No. Somewhere in person. Can you meet me at the corner of Lakewood and Maple street at seven?"

"Sure."  You have no idea what this is about. But without asking any questions, you agree. You hang up, and go back to sleep. 

"Jacob?" You look around the room to find him. "Where'd you go?" You keep turning, looking around for your boyfriend. The room is dark, and seems to be getting darker by the second. It gives you the creeps, sending a shiver down your spine. 

"Y/N." A faint, muffled voice says. You whirl around to see Jacob lying on the ground. He looks hurt, with pain in his eyes. A red streak across his forehead sends you wide-eyed. 

"What happened to you?" You ask. He doesn't seem to hear. He's staring at something behind you. He mutters something, but you can't hear it clearly. Everything goes black. All you can hear is a scream. 

"AGH!" You say, rolling off your bed. Just a dream. You tell yourself as you stand up. Your back hurts from your fall to the ground. You groan, checking the time. 7:06. Dang. You're late for meeting Jacob. 

Quickly, you pull on a cute outfit, and rush out the door. Your mom looks at you questioningly. "LATE FOR SCHOOL!" You yell at her. 

"What?" She says. "It's not even - " Slam! The door shuts in her face. You realize the excuse you used was lame. It was Saturday. Ugh. You keep running. At the corner, you run into Jacob. 

"Sorry," You apologize, helping him up. 

"It's okay." He says, brushing off some dirt from his jacket. He smiles at you. Your heart flutters like a zillion butterflies. "Why were you late?"

Shaking yourself out of your dream-like state, you say. "Nightmare."

"I hate those." Jacob says, looking at your shoes. You realize you're still wearing your slippers. Great. Now he probably thinks your an idiot. 

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something?" You ask. You want him to get over with it desperately. Your parents might find out if you aren't home soon. How could you have made such an unbelievable lie. Your parents weren't that stupid to believe your story. Were they?

"Oh yeah." Jacob says. He takes a deep breath. Tearing his hands through his hair, he says. "Y/N? Will you go on a date with me?"