2 a.m.

Chapter 5

There's an annoying buzzing that won't shut up. It's not my alarm and my phone is on silent. When I open my eyes it's pitch black and for a split second I forget where I'm at. But then I hear Jack's light snoring and smile. I'm in his bed, and it's completely normal feeling. If it weren't for that annoying buzzing I could fall right back asleep in his arms. But on and on it goes like someone is really desperate to get a hold of him. A minute goes by and it stops and just as I'm falling back asleep it goes off again, persistent and demanding.

"God dammit," I mutter as I lean over the bed and feel with my hands for his pants. I can hear it buzzing still but for the life of me can't find it. I remember his pants were lost in the hallway and climb out of his bed carefully. His fingers twitch like he knows I'm not there anymore and he mutters something about chinchillas in the summer. He always talked in his sleep and it makes me smile. I grab his t-shirt and slip it on along with my underwear and then go down the hall, following the buzzing.

Everything is dark and the house is completely empty except for me and him. I wondered where his parents were earlier but I remembered they always have to travel for their work, sometimes going out of state. It's a small home, with a studio out back that his parents use for their office and workout room. Most of the time Jack's dad Paul is in his office hacking away at paperwork while Maggie, Jack's mom, is working out. Her job is more to look good as Paul's secretary than anything else. Their room is at the front of the house, straight to the right when you walk in. It used to be Jack's room but once he hit middle school they moved him to the back of the house so it was harder for him to sneak out. Little did they know the window served as a better door than the actual door ever did. He pops the screen out, slides through, pops it back in and it looks like nothing changed.

A quiet noise comes down the hall and I pause. The buzzing seems to just drop away as a scratching noise reaches my ears. It sounds like someone is at the front door, like when you're too wasted to get the key in the lock and it just scratches everything to hell before you can finally shimmy it in. Or like when a crazy person is trying to break in with an axe and hack you and your boyfriend to pieces. I feel a little thrill at using the word boyfriend but the terror of someone breaking in completely destroys that shit. I'm standing in the middle of the fucking hallway in underwear and a t-shirt with nothing to defend myself and my legs are shaking like I just ran a damn marathon.

"Jack!" I whisper yell towards his room. The only thing I can do is turn my head to throw my voice that way but my eyes stay on the front door. It's just about pitch black but by now my eyes have adjusted enough to see that everything is leached of color in the pale moonlight. I can also see the doorknob jiggling and hear a few quiet voices. The frosted glass on the door shows black shapes moving back and forth and it seems like someone is peering in. Screw this!

I dash to Jack's pants outside of the bathroom and scoop them up, then turn tail and freaking sprint back to Jacks room. I have no problem holding my own in a fight but the idea of someone breaking in scares me shitless and there's no way I'm going to be the stupid blond that goes to see who's at the door at two in the morning scantily dressed and helpless. Fuck that, no thanks, I'll just go get my strong football player boyfriend and have him kick some ass while I call the police.

"Jack, Jack, Jack," I shove the door closed and yank his buzzing phone out of his pocket, ending the incoming call and dialing 9-1-1. It starts ringing and I go to the bed, shoving Jack as hard as I can.

"What?" He flips around and props up on his elbows, the sheet sliding down his chest to his waist. If we weren't about to be brutally murdered by a gang I would notice his adorable bed hair that's sticking up in every direction. His eyes are wide and he's looking around the room like a mountain lion is about to pounce on him. I forget he's a light sleeper and realize the shove probably scared the shit out of him. Well at least we're on the same page now.