"What?" I yell appalled by even the idea he was suggesting. If only it was a choice...
"We're moving," Jake repeats not joking in the slightest. Ugh.
I laugh. "No we're not!" I exclaim, sending off a quick text.
"Yes, we are," Jake asserts, "go pack your damn things."
"Why?" I asked still pissed off. My life is here.
"Because we have lived here since the crash three years ago and all you've done is get into fights, do drugs, smoke weed. We need a new start," Jake tells me. If only he knew...
All I went through. What really happened. Why it was my fault. Any of it. But of course, he didn't. He was too busy being mister big shot police officer.
"So just because I made a bad choice you're making me move half way across the world," I ask not understanding his reasoning. I wish it was one choice though.
"Yep, so go pack," replies Jake not showing an ounce of regret. Even though, I know it's hurting him to do this to me.
I pack like half a bag and load the car.
"Where is all your stuff?" Jake asks confused why I'm not trying to bring my whole life with me.
"I'll just buy new stuff, with your card of course. I need a new start after all," I say trying to hug the life out of him. It's not working.
While, goodbye Melbourne. You were great while you lasted.
......Few Hours Later......
"So, who are we moving in with," I ask because I new Jake wouldn't buy a new place after all the friends we have in the U.S.
"Some friends," was all Jake replied with. Nope. I'm not taking this. Wait, is it the smelly guy? Please don't be the smelly guy. Or the really talkative one I punched in sixth grade? That one would be pretty fun. What about the one guy from Hawaii? The one I kicked in the balls for picking me up during our vacation when I was seven? Man, he was sure handsy. All these thoughts are running through my head as we go through airport security. While, I do because Jake flaunted his fancy InterPo Badge and got through easy. Ugh. I could probably buy one off line. What if he's carrying a bomb
"Which ones," I probe instead of trying to think of all the possibilities in my head. But, it was fun for awhile - traveling down memory lane. Before, the incident.
Jake took in a breathe. Oh gosh. It's going to be the smelly guy, isn't it?
"The J's," he said. Huh. Wait. Never mind. Smelly George here we come. Or, you know what? I'll sleep in a tent. That should work nicely.
"What? All of them," Jake nodded," fuck no. Not all of them. They are way to overprotective. I can't live with those shits."
If Jake wasn't pissed before, he sure is now.
"Curse one more time," growled Jake. I shut up and looked out the window of the plane and a few tears roll down my cheeks.
Silently, Jake just holds me in the comfortable and spacious seats, stupid first class with all your fine luxuries. He doesn't say anything; he doesn't have to. I know what he's thinking. He's having to decide from what I want and what I need. Poor him. I can be bitch when I don't get my way. I eventually fall asleep on the seventeen hour flight. My head comfortably resting in Jake's lap. I could get used to this.
"We've landed," Jake said shaking me. After a good five minutes, he gave up and carried me bridal style to the car waiting for them. On the ride to the house, I finally decide to wake up.
"Where are we?" I ask confused to my surroundings. On yeah. We're moving in with the J's. I get shudders jut thinking about it.
"San Diego," responds Jake. Oh. Yeah. We went on vacation here once I think. Yeah. When the debate team made it past nationals.
"Fuck that wasn't a dream," I exclaim and Jake gives me a death glare. Well I'm just going to shut up now. If only I could be that smart...
God help the soul that has to raise me.
"Nope, and neither was me telling you to stop cursing," Jake yelled aggravated. I don't quite blame him. And just to be safe, I'm going to fly way under the radar.
"Sorry," I answer. Man, I'm a good child. Gotta laugh at that joke.
"I get this move was hard, but we needed a fresh start. And if you curse one more time, your walking," warned Jake. That wouldn't be so bad. I could go back home.
"Fuc" I begin to say but am cut off by a hard kick to my shin. Ow. Damn. Moody much.
The cab driver pulls up in front of a house, good size for sure. Jake gets out the car but I stay put, holding to the car like my life depends on it.
"Get your ass out of that cab before I do it for you," growls Jake.
I get out and we head towards the door. Jake raises his hand and knocks.
Knock...
Knock...
Knock...
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Overprotective Times Ten {1}
Teen Fiction"Yeah, Yeah," he said, "listen to me. You stay the fuck away from him. If he tries to talk to you, run. If he touches you, you tell me and I'll take care of the shit. You got it." "I guess," I said, "but why?" "Don't ask," he told me. "Okay here are...
