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9. Friends

When I woke up, I opened my eyes to see a white sheet covering my face. My shirt was off leaving me in the white shorts and a white bra. Jacob's hand was gently resting on my stomach, he pressed down slightly to allow the light to hit my bruise better. I groaned and removed the sheet. Patrick was sitting on the armchair playing on his phone. Jacobs' new cuts had been bandaged. He grabbed the sheet again and covered me. My ears were ringing.

"How's your head?" Jacob asked faintly.

"Eh." I responded. He moved the sheet to reveal his face stricken with worry.

"That was stupid. Why would you do that?" I groaned and looked at the ceiling.

"Why did you get in a fight? You can't be mad at me for trying to keep you out of trouble!"

"I'm not mad at you for that- No! I'm upset because you know you have a concussion and you still decided to go make it worse." His hand started tracing my belly button. He shook his head. "Dia, you can't just reject your health!"

"You abandoned me to go beat the shit out of those hooligans! And then this idiot broke into my house trying to find you!" I pointed dramatically at Patrick, who looked up from his phone to roll his eyes.

"Don't drag me into this. Just kiss already." Patrick stood up. "Where's the bathroom?"

I blushed at his statement. "Um, second door on the right, down that way." He nodded and left. I looked back at Jacob to see him smirking. "What do you want?"

"You" He whispered, leaning forward. I put up a hand to stop him.

"Hey, don't listen to him!" He laughed and sat back. I watched as he straddled my abdomen and gently grabbed my wrists. I fought back but he pinned them above my head. "What are yo-"

He crashed his lips on mine. I tried to match his pace but couldn't. He nibbled on my lip, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt one of his hands leave my wrists and trail a soft finger down my body, pausing below my breasts. He pulled back and smirked. "Looks like I got you right where I want you." He started tickling me. I writhed trying to relieve myself from his torture.

"Nuh uh ah, magic words?"

"Please!" I gasped.

"Hmm, wrong one." The tickling intensified.

Struggling to breath I blurted, "Jake please! You're the bestest person ever!!" He paused and pretended to think about it.

"Not what I was thinking of, but it works." I pulled my wrists from his grasp and tried to push him off of me. He stared at me with a smirk, I couldn't get him to budge. I gave up and crossed my arms dramatically. Jacob chuckled and got up. "I got all of the injuries below your breasts. A-are there... spots... further on your boobs?" He asked, indicating at the hickey along the border of my bra.

"Yeah" I whispered. He looked at me and bit the inside of his cheek.

"I don't want to push you any farther today. I've already seen enough. Let's get the ones on your collarbone." I nodded. We took photos of them in silence. When we were done, Jacob sat me up and handed me my shirt. Patrick walked back in the room.

"Hey Jaky, we need to leave in a few minutes." I laughed.

"Jaky?" Jacob glared at Patrick.

"Ok Patty. Let me get Dia situated." I pulled on my shirt and stood up. Jacob immediately grabbed my elbow, as if I couldn't do it by myself. He turned to face me. "Your mom wants you to drink a Snapple. I want you to be sleeping while I'm gone. No reading this time!"

I rolled my eyes with a scoff, and looked at Patrick like, He's no fun. Jacob grabbed my chin. "Get rid of the sass. I need you to prioritize your health. It's 12:34 right now, I'll be back around 3. Call me if you need anything. Ok? Anything at all."