I'm Bad. You're Worse.

Twelve: Break

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"Oi! Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty." Jake says, voice laced with sarcasm. "What?" I ask groggily, with every intention of dozing back off.

"We're here." Jake replies, cutting off the engine and getting out, slamming the door behind him.

I unbuckle my seatbelt slowly, following suit.

We emerge onto a small pathway with little pots of sunflowers leading up to a large porch made of smooth, shiny oak.

Jake's house is massive, just like his car. It is painted a plain, elegant white, with glass patterns on the door and the windows.

There are bikes, scooters and water guns scattered all along the lawn outside.

"Wow." I mutter, impressed. Jake simply smirks and leads the way toward the porch.

He immediately flings the front door open, carelessly slamming it behind us once we're inside.

"Jacob, what did I say about slamming the door?" A voice drawls from somewhere in the house.

"Sorry, mom." Jake calls back carelessly, motioning for me to follow him up the stairs.

"Another one?" Jake's mother says from behind us, catching me by surprise. Boy that woman can move.

"She's here for a project." Jake grumbles in return, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward him.

I scowl and rip my wrist from his grip, turning to face Jake's mother.

"And who might you be?" I barely hold myself back from making an annoyed 'tsk', deciding to go with the respectful approach. Why not? I mean it's worked before.

"I'm Lily Evans. It's nice to meet you, Miss Holter." I reply, forcing a smile onto my face.

I glance up at Jake, who is staring down at me in disbelief. "Finally, a polite one." His mother says, giving Jake a pointed glare.

Jake raises an eyebrow but doesn't respond. "Call me Miranda. Please. All this 'Miss Holter' business makes me feel like a grandmother."

"For all you know, you could be, mom." Jake says with a wink. I roll my eyes and re-focus on his mother.

"A school project you say?" She asks suspiciously. I nod brightly, about to reply, when Jake suddenly says, "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but mom, we're going to fail if we don't get this done."

He reaches out for my wrist again, and successfully latches on to it, gripping it more tightly this time.

I scowl, but wave brightly to Miranda nevertheless and set out for upstairs with Jake, still pulling me along.

"Use protection!" Jake's mother hollers unexpectedly from below. My eyebrows raise in disbelief as we climb.

"Your mother seems to be a, er... pleasant woman." I trail off awkwardly.

"Gag me." Jake grumbles, leading me down the wide hallway full of doors right to the end.

We stop at a dark blue door on the left with the name 'Jacob' painted onto it in elegant silver cursive.

I want to stay outside and explore the house, but I sigh instead and let Jake pull me into his room.

For a boy's room, it's surprisingly clean, save for a few shirts and socks scattered here and there.

"Right." Jake says, plopping onto his bed. "What've we got?" He asks lazily, leaning into the headboard. I huff with disapproval.

"Get off your lazy ass, we need to do this."

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"Break! I need a break." Jake exclaims, getting up. I stare up at him incredulously.

"AGAIN? It's only been ten minutes since your last 'break!' " Jake smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Well I'm so sorry, little Miss Model Student, but I'm not as perfect as you are when it comes to schoolwork." I sigh.

We've been at it for nearly two hours, and I'm really considering homicide at the moment.

We've also been at each others' necks for the past half hour, and barely any progress at all has been made, even with (unbelievably) both of us doing the assignment.

"Fine. I suppose I'll take my WELL DESERVED break as well." I grumble, moving to plop myself down comfortably on his bed.

Jake raises an eyebrow and strides over to his bed easily, standing over me with his arms crossed.

"What?" I ask innocently. "Get. Off. My. Bed." Jake says slowly. "Someone has sharing issues." I retort, turning around and burying my face in his pillow.

It smells of perfume and shampoo mixed together. Strangely pleasant, although it may not seem so.

"So you won't then?" I smirk into the pillow and turn back around to face him, not bothering to disguise my eyes as they run down his perfectly toned physique.

"Read my lips. NO." I say clearly, sticking my tongue out at him. Jake smirks in response and jumps onto the bed, straddling me.

"Hey!" I exclaim, wriggling frantically. Jake barely even moves, and comes to sit gently on my stomach.

"Get the fuck off of me, Holter." I growl. "Get the fuck off of my bed, Evans." He says evenly. "No." I retort, slapping his arm. "Then no." I huff and cross my arms.

Suddenly, Jake's face is directly in front of mine, and his hands crawl up my arms slowly, grabbing my arms in the process and holding them up on either side of my head.

His breath is laced with mint, and I find myself unconsciously leaning closer to inhale his welcoming scent.

He smirks and leans closer, fiery green eyes boring into piercing blue.

I let my eyes escape from his and roam down his handsome face, over his perfectly muscular, rock hard body, then back up to his eyes again.

I lift my head slightly, leaning closer, if that's even possible. He continues to stare into my eyes, smirking slightly.

"You're so hot." I breathe, bringing my lips dangerously close to his.

He groans and closes his eyes slightly, leaning in ever closer, preparing to bring his lips to mine.

I move at the last second, pushing my hands firmly up against his solid chest with all of my strength.

His eyes fly open in shock, and he falls backwards off of me, landing onto his backside with a loud thud.

I burst out laughing, burying my face in his pillow in an attempt to muffle my hysterics.

It takes a good few minutes for me to settle, and even then I'm still chuckling every few seconds.

When I finally calm down and look up at Jake, he is glaring at me from the floor, jaw clenched, arms crossed.

I smirk. "When I say no, I mean it." I say, voice tinted with malice, winking.

Jake grumbles for a few seconds before pulling himself off the floor to resume our work.

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Muahahahaha. Evil Lily, eh? ;) Is it just me, or is this chapter especially diabolical?

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-Sofi