Recover

Chapter Fourteen

Gen

Walking through the store I decide to choose something else today, my eyes land on a lemon poppy seed muffin. It stands there still steaming; it shines yellow in the bright lights. Humming I decide I want it and head to the other end of the counter, a sleek black marble top that glistens, on top of a deep brown base. On top of that an early 1900's cash register, Pippin's Bakery just out does all the others. "Pippin, you here? Hello?" I roll my eyes, is that guy always in the back? He pops his head out from the door that leads to the baking room, he has flour in is brown hair.

     Smiling he heads over, "Once again you're proving my point of you not being able to stay away from here for a day." His smile turns into a cocky one.

      "Oh shut up," I stick my tongue out at him and he just laughs. His stone blue gray eyes spark with a distant warm light. I point out the muffin I want and he wraps it in a piece of wax paper then places it in a black paper bag with the bakery's name in a cursive gold.

     "Here you go," he holds out the bag and it smells divine. He pauses before completely handing me the bag, his eyebrows crease, "What's wrong with your eyes?" He leans in to get a better look, his blue gray eyes search my now green. That light in his eyes seems to grow with curiosity. I start to get goosebumps, too much curiosity.

      "Co-contacts," I manage to get out. "I wanted to try something new. Do you like them?" I give him a weak smile. My eyes beg for him to take it and run with it.

     Something about my eyes must have settled the curiosity because he brushes it off, "They're cool."

     "Thanks Pippin!" I grab the bag and hand him the money. If I don't hurry to school I'm going to be late so I rush out the door, but I do give him a wave good-bye. The bag smells so good that I sit on a bench and pull out the muffin, taking a big bite I take out half of it. It's so warm and it's fluffy, sweet from sugar but tangy because of the lemon. The poppy seeds add to the texture of the creamy and smooth butter that is melting on the top. Pippin must have magic hidden in his kitchen.  As soon as I finish eating the muffin I walk the rest of the way to school. My mind starts to wonder and Jake pops into my head. My heart speeds up and so does my pace, I take a deep breath and stop myself for a second.

     Do I want to see him? No way, I shake my head, he doesn't want to see me and I don't want to see him. So why does it feel like I do and that I miss him? Wait, does he want to see me?  My mind starts wondering about the date. Does he really want to go on it or does his wolf? Hold on a second. Do I want to go on the date? He was a major jerk when I first met him, controlling and arrogant. What suddenly changed in him that had me doing a double take?

     My head starts spinning, I have no clue. I mean Jake is cute and all, but do I want to actually give him a shot? I start biting my nails, how the hell am I going to deal with him on the date? Oh great now I sound like I'm dealing with a silly high school crush. I wrap my head around a decision: I'll have to wing it. Or should I? Oh God, all these questions are going to make my head explode.

     Finally I walk into the parking lot and of course automatically pick out Jake, standing tall and proud in the sea of students. I can't help it I want to call out to him and talk, I shake my head. What is wrong with me today? He's a major jerk underneath everything. He's just changed his tactics in order to get me right? How could I forgot all of this. He straight up kidnapped me and forcibly kissed me at his house. Why didn't I call the cops on him? I need to stop thinking about this, my brain is going to burst.

     Turning away from his direction, my mouth suddenly betrays me and softly whispers, "Jake." My head snaps up to look back at him and our eyes lock. Mine widen and his repeat the action. Instinctively, my hand goes up to my mouth, but it quickly comes down. Why the hell did I do that? I see Jake trying to push through the crowd to get to me. Biting my lip I walk away towards my spot under the tree; not wanting to talk. Sitting down on the bench I start to read my book. Not a page into it a shadow comes over the text and blocks out the gleaming sunlight. Looking up, I can see him really uncomfortable and nervous. It's evident that he wanted to talk but is not sure if he should. "Hi," I mumble and shut my book, turning my attention towards him.