Spiderweb of Lies

Chapter 5

My alarm went off and I was about to scream at it, when I looked at the time. The clock read six-thirty. What?  I wake up at half seven, not a minute earlier. Grrrr.

Turning off my alarm clock, I turn to my side to face Jam. He never could sleep on the air bed, and though every time he slept over - which was an average of about once a week during term time - we pumped it up, in the middle of the night he crept into my over-large bed with me. I didn't mind, it was actually quite nice as I didn't get very much physical contact at home.

"Why did you put you the alarm on so freaking early?!" I cursed

"Sorry little one. I forgot to tell you, I turned the alarm on early so that I could have a shower before school." He murmured, half asleep.

"Wow you jerk, at least tell me next time!"

He laughed at me, rolled out of bed then pulled the covers off me.

I screamed, curling up in a ball, trying to cover myself up to keep warm.

Jam chuckled, stumbling into my ocean themed en suite.

"So" he called from the bathroom "now that you've calmed down and aren't going to go crazy on me again, do you want to discuss what happened last night?"

"Yes, I'll try not to have an attack again"

"You better not" He shouted "'Cause I'm running out of memories"

"How can you be running out of memories? We practically grew up together! You must have the brain span of a sieve" I yelled back, astounded

"I'm joking shorty, and I think you better keep your voice down. You wouldn't want to wake up your mother would you?"

"No" I whispered truthfully, wondering how I'd face her after what I heard last night.

I picked up mine and Jam's clothes from the floor and put down two mats - as I had woken early enough this morning, I might as well do some exercise - turning on my exercise video, I heard I groan from the bathroom.

"Not that video again!" called an agitated Jam

"Don't worry, I've set up a mat for you as well!"

Whilst Jam was in the shower, I warmed up and got this hardest part of my routine out of the way. I listened for the sound of the shower running, but didn't hear anything. Suspecting Jam was trying to get out of exercise, I knocked on the door.

"Look" He said in a deadly serious voice "If you want to see me naked this badly, just burst right in"

So, testing him, I slowly opened the door, and just as I had suspected, he had a towel wrapped securely around him with one of my Vogue magazines in his hand.

"You just don't want to exercise, fatty" I said, jokingly as Jam was the opposite of fat. He was just a skinny tall kid when you first looked at him, but under his baggy sleeves were reasonable sized muscles on his arms and legs and the outline of a six-pack on his stomach.

"Fine, I'll come exercise with you" He sighed looking me up and down 

"Why Missy" He said in a hilarious attempt at a deep, sexy voice that just sounded western "You do look mighty fine in your underwear"

I laughed at this as, one: I was not wearing my underwear, I had on my exercise clothes - a belly top with a strappy top underneath, short-shorts and bright pink leg-warmers - and two: Jam was absolutely awful at accents. Like insulting to the ear awful.

When I had stopped laughing, we got down to it. By the time that was, though, the tape was on the last stage - yoga.

Jam and I always had fun with the yoga section. As I have been going to gymnastic and dance classes since I was three and started yoga at eleven, I am very flexible and Jam thinks it's hilarious what I can do.

"Do an FT" He begged for the forth time. Giving up, I did an FT - front tuck - and was very glad of the outrageously high ceilings in my house. He cheered as I bowed then looked at the time.

"Uh, oh. I've only left fifteen minutes for my shower. Stay here!" I commanded running into the shower.

I was in the middle of a lovely shower when Jam's voice called "You've had fifteen minutes! I'm coming in!"

I screamed, jumping out of the shower and wrapping my towel around myself just in time.

"Aww" He whined "You could have flashed me. Even just a little bit"

Teasing him, I slowly pulled a corner of the towel higher up my leg, until it showed a tiny section of my calf.

"Woah! It's getting a bit heated in here!" He wolf whistled until I shooed him out and dried myself off.

After getting dressed, we ate a hearty breakfast full of nutella (unfortunately for Clara, our love of nutella was mutual) and left for school.

"So, you still think you're a bastard?" Asked Jam cautiously.

"Shut up" I said, elbowing him in the ribs "I don't know what to think. All I know is that me worrying about it is going to help nobody so for the time being, I'm just going to let it go"

"Spoken like a true wuss" Jam said elbowing me back

As he wrapped his arm around my shoulder Jam said confidently "Everything's gonna be all right"

"Let's hope so" I muttered, whilst Jam sung Bob Marley.