Well This Fucking Sucks

Chapter 6.

"Can I help you?" my father asks. Jake straightens his composure and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, I'm looking for Rachelle. Is she around?" Jake asks. My father gives a puzzled look.

"There's no one named Rachel here. You got the wrong adress." With that, he finally closes the door. Melody and I watch him as he gets to the kitchen. When he disappears behind the wall, we hurry down the stairs. We run out the house.

After I close the door behind us, I turn around and run straight into Jake. I bounce back and fall to the ground.

"Holy shit," he steps back. "Are you okay?" he asks. I stand up and fix my clothes.

"Yeah." was all I said.

He grabs my hand and lifts it up for him to inspect. It was covered with some bandages, but the blood was already beginning to seep into the band aid.

"Is this your car?" Melody asks behind us. I lean to look behind Jake, my hand still in his. It was the most absolute beautiful Dodge charger. Black with two white stripes going down the middle. Shinny, chrome bumper and rims, that were so shinny and clean that you could see you reflection perfectly clear.

"This is your car?" I practically drool over it. I am tempted to touch, but I feel like I'll taint it's beauty.

"Yeah." he nods. Realizing he still has my hand, I take it back and put my hands behind my back.

"Well get inside," Melody commands. "We're going to my house." She begins to get in the back. Jake looks at me puzzled, no hint of anger for a girl getting into his ride without permission.

"We can't talk here. My dad doesn't strange visitors." I say. He nods then ushers me to the car. I try not to freak out about his hand on my lower back.

I climb in the front seat next to Jake. He starts the engine and speeds down the street. He does some sharp turns, tossing Melody and I around.

When he finally gets to the busy street, he straightens out. I release my death grip on the seats, and slouch in the seats. I feel the seats with my hands again.

'WTF is this leather?' I think to myself. I push the thought out of my mind and focus on the road.

"What way is your house?" Jake called to the back seat, where Melody sat.

"Down Carter St. " she pointed. She sat up a little to point out where her home was.

"There." she pointed to a chestnut house. It had a ravishing garden and fountain in front.

Jake pulled into the circle driveway. Melody and I got out before Jake had any time to put on the safety brake.

After Jake gets out, we walk to Melody's front door. She took out a key and unlocked the door.

When we walk in, we are hit by warm air that instantly made us forget of the winter cold. Melody's house was always comforting and welcoming. Her parents are nice people. Kind of like a suburban family. But they were rarely home.

Her parents are neurologists. So they're always traveling the world, going to press conferences and important meetinngs. They barely have time to spend, let alone see Melody.

Melody doesn't seem to mind her parents being gone. I know it bothers her, but having wild parties almost make up for their absence.

We head to Melody's room upstairs. I sit on her bed with her while Jake stands.

"You know you can sit anywhere you'd like." She offered. Jake looked around, then finally settled on the bean bag chair.

"So," Jake asks. "What's with this rumor about you going around school?"