George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 20

*GEORGE'S P.O.V*

My theory was that they want us to be together. For our own benefit, but it was to suit there's as well.

The only explanation is that... They want us to spend the last few hours, days.. However long they want t wait, together.

I gulped at the thought of it, turning my eyes around to Jacob then to Olivia.

"They want us to be together for the last few hours we have together. They're planning something for us." I stuttered, running my sweaty hand through my hair.

Olivia just went silent, her mouth gauped open and her eyes were wide. "Liv, it might not be.. It's- It's just an idea!" I tried to sooth, taking her hands in mine.

She just looked at me, eyes full of lust.

"If that's the case... I need you right now." She hissed, grabbing my collar and pulling me fiercely into her, our lips smashing together.

She ran her hand up my top, tickling my skin with her finger tips, sending shivers down my spine.

"Not now." Jacob growled, pulling roughly on my shirt so we broke apart, panting.

"You need to back off!" He growled, cornering me into the cell bars and shoving a pointed finger into my chest.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"You heard! With you two swanning around like nothing is happening, it's going to make whatever there doing more of a surprise!" He hissed.

"You think I don't know that!? You think I'm not worried about what they're going to do to us?!" I spat, pushing him back harshly.

He didn't say anything else, it was silent, only the sound of both mine and Jacob's angry breaths could be heard.

Suddenly, Jacob launched at me, catching me completely off guard. I felt myself loose balance and instantly fall backwards into the bars.

"Argh!" I cursed, my head pulsing with blood.

"JACOB! NO!" Olivia screeched, but he completely blanked her, pile - driving onto me.

"GET OFF!" I roared, both our bodies rolling around on the floor, my first plummeting into his stomach.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He spat, aiming a hit for my head but I dodged it.

"YOU THINK I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THAT?!" I yelled, trying to prise his body off mine but he was pinning himself down further.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU LETTING US STAY IN HERE? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ME AND OLIVIA THROUGH THIS!" He hissed.

The anger boiled up inside me, he's actually implying that it's my choice for us all to be locked up in here?

He didn't know me. He didn't know fuck all and yet he has the guts to say that?!

"ARGGH" I let out, my fists balled as he repeatedly threw punches at him. He dodged some, received some, and punched me back.

"STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Olivia cried, pulling Jacob off me.

I lay there panting angry breaths as Olivia crouched beside me.

"Are you alright?" She gasped, running her finger along my now bruised jaw.

"I'm fine." I hissed, standing up and staring intently at Jacob. He just stared back at me, rubbing his torso.

I wanted to launch at him again, so much. But Liv gripped my arm "C'mon" She whispered, pulling me out of my staring match with Jacob.

I nodded and looked to the floor then at her. She led me over to the corner of the cell and sat me down, stroking my jaw once more.

"Olivia, I'm fine." I sighed, taking her hand away from my face but keeping it locked with mine.

"Go to him," I sighed, nodding over to Jacob who was sitting on the opposite side of the cell with his head in his hands.

"But-" She began.

"Go. I'm fine, I promise." I smiled.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding and standing up, she quickly bent down to kiss my lips before walking over to Jacob.

I lent my head back against the cell bar, looking into the center of the room.

I can't help but think this is what John wants to happen. He wants us to go against each other so when their 'plan of action' does take place... we'll be at our most vulnerable.