Lies of villainous Execution

Worst. Day. Ever.

Worst. Day. Ever.

                I, for one, was scared to go to Science that day and for one reason only. Jake. As I walked in, I noticed that he was sitting in his seat, looking nervous and fidgety, running his hand through his golden locks and his leg bouncing up and down very, very fast. I sat down and scooted my stool as far away from him as possible while still being able to work on the assignment. He, on the other hand, continued to move his chair so it was exactly opposite of mine. “Can I help you with something?” I asked, finally giving up my efforts to evade him.

            “Yes, actually, I think you can. I want to explain my, um, odd actions from earlier today, you know, on the bus,” he looked down, seemingly embarrassed. When he looked back up after about a minute, he was blushing and giggling softly. Not in a girly way, more like a soft laugh from a recalled memory that makes you smile no matter where you are or the time of day. It was a sweet, relaxing sound, and against my will, I could feel a smile forming at the corners of my mouth.

~~ Jake’s P.O.V. ~~

            Why is she making this so bloody hard! I thought to myself as I looked away again from her slowly softening gaze. I was still a tad shocked that I had the guts to do what I did on the bus, but I just couldn’t help it. No matter how tough someone may look on the outside, they will always need a hug after going through something like that. Rachel was no exception, and the rush of warmth and tingling sensation that spread through my body like fire was just a brilliant side effect. I wish I could feel that more often…. Crap I’ve been thinking too long! “I, um know about your dad, Rachel,” is what I finally managed to spit out. Crap! That was a really smart thing to say, good going, Jake!

            She stared at me, shocked, and then it turned to confusion. “Who told you about my dad, nobody was supposed to know about it here!” She scream-whispered, “And what does my dad have to do with your little incident on the bus? Please, enlighten me,” She sat back, seemingly satisfied with her snooping questions for now, with her tanned arms crossed in front of her body.

            “I just… I know what you’re going through. My dad was killed while serving in the British Royal Navy. I thought that I might just try to draw a truce now, at least for the time being.” I supplied, hoping that some personal bits and pieces might gain her trust. I looked at her, just really looked, and I saw relief flood into her eyes, like a dam falling down after years of building pressure. Her arms fell to her sides, and it looked like she was really trying hard to not repay me for my hug.

            “I….. I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I really am.” And I believed her. Why, you might ask. Because the look in her eyes is exactly what I felt for her right then: true sympathy and sorrow. “Listen, A: I think a truce is really what I need, and B:…… Thank you for the hug, it did help a little… but don’t tell anyone I said that! I have a reputation to uphold here!” She replied, ending with her arms crossed once again. I laughed, shaking my head as we began to work in a much more comfortable silence. “I still want to know though, who told you?”

            Crap, I didn’t prepare for this part, “No one actually told me per say, it more like I heard my mum telling someone else…” I looked away sheepishly; the gears in Rachel’s head were almost audible as they whirled wildly.

          “Why were….. You know what, never mind. This day is weird enough already, I don’t need even more to add onto the list.” Walking up to Mrs. Carlson, she handed in our packets (Ha, didn’t know we were actually working did you!), and trading them for the final project supplies. “Let’s just get this done and be done with each other for a while, ok?” Rachel sighed as she slumped in her chair, pushing the supplies towards me. “Please?” she added, almost as an afterthought. I chuckled, pulling the papers closer and beginning to sort through the pile, pulling out our assignment paper from the mess.

*One hour later*

            “I think I can agree with you on one thing, this day is officially really weird.” I commented as the minuets slowly trickled by. First weird thing: Me giving Rach an extremely necessary hug. Second: First ever truce between us. And lastly, we had worked well (together!) and our project was done with 8 minutes to spare.

            “Tell me about it, I mean, who know that you were actually smart!” She joked, and I laughed along. “Whatever, just remember, you still have to act like you hate me, alright, otherwise Damion will be riding my ass all day long.” She added seriously, giving me a death glare.

            “Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart,” I replied with a smirk on my face, “As long as I get to mess with your head, I’m cool with it!” She rolled her eyes and started to pack up her stuff, ducking under the table to grab her binder and other books. I looked away from her small frame, and stared off into space in the direction of the Periodic Table. The next thing I know, I’m getting hit in the back of the head by a very heavy, hard-cover book.

            “That’s what you get for calling me sweetheart.” She whispered in my ear, and then the bell sang its annual trill. When I looked up, she had disappeared entirely from view.

Hey peoples, did you know that yesterday (3-14-11) was national Pi day? Get it, 3.14? No, oh well. Here’s the next chapter, and I added Jakes POV for no real reason at all… Please VOTE, COMMENT, AND FAN!!!!!!

-S.O.T.M