ob • sess
/ǝb'ses/
Past tense: obsess; past participle: obsessed
preoccupy or fill the mind of (someone)
continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent.
In which a strikingly handsome young runaway obsesses over an awkward acting Starbucks wor...
"Hello little sister." "What are you doing here Jacob?" I spat, trying not pay any attention to the fact that Jasmine was standing right by his side, stuck to him like glue.
"Me and my 'soon to be sister' just wanted to get some dinner." He smiled maniacally, along with Jasmine.
"Cut the crap." I glared, "Both of you." "What are you talking about?" Jasmine asked, innocently.
"How do you two even know each other?" Luke asked, not dropping the glare that covered his own face.
"Well after I returned to town, I thought I would pay a visit to our dear mother." Jacob said, smiling my way. I felt my stomach drop at his words and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"If you dare lay a finger on her-" I started, beginning to stand from my seat.
"Oh relax, sister. I would never hurt our poor mother. She was actually quite delighted to see me. Well, after she got over the confusion. You see, our mother was under the impression that I was dead, so me coming to her door step and introducing myself was quite the bewilderment. But after I explained what happened, she turned to me with open arms. You see, I'm part of the family now.", Jacob said, taking the seat beside Luke as Jasmine sat down beside me.
"What do you mean? Why did she think you were dead?" I inquired, eager to know more about this whole situation.
"Why don't you ask her that?" Jacob smirked, waving the waitress over.
"Could I get a beer?" Jacob smiled at the waitress and she was basically putty in his hands.
The waitress nodded and turned to Jasmine, "What would you like to drink?"
"Waters fine." Jasmine smiled at her. Wow that's weird. Jasmine is actually being nice to someone?
We all sat in a sort of awkward silence for a while. I mean, what was I supposed to say to a guy that just randomly showed up, claimed to be my brother, then whipped my boyfriend- or my... Luke? I honestly have no idea if Luke and I are a thing. We act like a thing but I don't know if he wants to be a thing. We're supposed to go on a date, but I don't know if that makes us a thing or not.
"Claire?" Luke said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Hmm?" I said, breaking out of the trance I was in.
"I said, do you want to just go? You don't look so good." Luke gave me a small smile and took my hand into his.
"Oh no, you cannot leave. I haven't properly gotten to know the man that has captured my little sister's eye." Jacob smirked. I rolled my eyes and began to stand from my seat. "Yeah, your right. We should probably leave." Luke copied my actions and we walked away as quickly as possible, but it didn't stop us from hearing what Jacob said next. "I expect a rain check! I haven't seen you in years, sister. You can't get rid of me!" We quickly walked out the door, eager to not be anywhere close to him. But, I can't deny, his words kept replaying in my mind, "You can't get rid of me!" "You can't get rid of me!" "You can't get rid of me!" "You can't get rid of me!" "You can't get rid of me!" "You can't get rid of me!"
I felt myself getting woozy, I couldn't see straight and my ears began ringing. "Claire? Claire, are you okay?" I couldn't respond, I couldn't get the words to come out. No matter how hard I tried, how concentrated I was on that one word, I just couldn't say it. Minutes passed and I could barely breath. I was shaking and trembling, barely able to stand. I had felt like this before, I knew I had. A panic attack. "Claire, answer me. Are you okay?" I put all my strength to it and finally, that one word slipped from my lips. "No." And just like that, everything was black.
