Chapter 4

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Warning: strong use of language

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"Why were you and Daryl eye-fücking?" Jake asked as I got in his truck.

"What? We weren't." I replied.

"Yeah, right." He replied.

"We barely even talk to each other." I replied.

"That doesn't mean anything." He stated.

"Shut up, Jake." I ordered.

"Geez," He mumbled.

"You're staying the night at my place, I'm not letting you drive." I replied as I drove down the dirt road to get to the farm.

"Your family will flip shït." He replied.

"I don't care." I replied.

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I quietly pulled Jake up the stairs behind me before pushing him into my room.

"Be quiet." I hissed as I shut and locked the door.

Jake pulled his shoes off before pulling his shirt off.

I dug into my drawers and found some old clothes of Blake's that I had stole.

"Here. Get a shower. You reek of weed and alcohol and if my dad or Annette smells it, we're both getting kicked out." I stated.

"You know they've had to smell it on you before. They aren't stupid." He replied.

"Just shut up and get a shower." I ordered.

"Fine." He mumbled.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands.

"Dani?" Beth asked from outside of my room.

I slowly walked over to the door before opening it.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Is Maggie doing okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. She gets to come home Friday." I answered.

She smiled before looking into my room.

"Who's with you?" She inquired.

"Jake." I replied.

"Daddy's gonna kill you if he finds out you brought a boy in here." She hissed.

"Don't say a word." I replied.

"I won't." She replied before walking down the hall.

I shut the door and locked it again before sitting on the bed again.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Jake stepped out with only a towel around his waist.

"Where's the soap?" He asked.

"On the shelf thing in the shower." I answered, struggling to keep my eyes off of his body.

"I looked," He replied, running his fingers through his wet hair.

I sighed and walked into my bathroom before opening the closet and pulling out a fresh bar of soap.

I turned around to find him right behind me and I nearly bumped into him.

"Here," I mumbled, handing him the bar of soap.

"Thanks." He replied, taking the soap from my hand.

I nodded before locking my eyes with his.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing." I replied.

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