The Cravers

32. Arguments

Stella's POV

Stella was sitting down on the white couches with her feet up the heavy mahogany table. She kept calling Jake but it went straight to his voice mail which annoyed her frankly. But after waiting for hours, he picked his phone up.

Stella jumped up in attentiveness. "Jake is that you?"

He sneered, his harsh tone reaching her ear. "Well I wouldn't be calling from this phone if I wasn't Jake."

She rolled her eyes, "Stop being an ass. I'm worried about you and look what you are talking about. Where are you? I didn't see you come back to the dance. Someone told me an accident happened." She heard nurses talking in their medical terminology and distant beeps. "Oh no, tell me your not hurt!" She gushed in panic.

He sighed. "I'm actually fine, Stell. I'm fine."

"Come back right now. I'm at home. Why didn't you call me? Have you seen the messages I've sent you! I'm waiting." She showed her frustration and anger. Was that a tear in her eye? Why did he ignore and covered his love away from her? She was his and he was hers. Why the neglected feelings?

"I'm kind of busy right now."

Her mouth hung down. "With what?"

Jake mumbled something under his breath. "I'll be there, babe. Soon."

"Be back in half hour." Stella snapped. "Goodbye."

For whatever reason, she didn't expect him to show up so soon. Even though it was over the allotted time she gave him...an hour was still good for Jake who always made her wait in every occasion. "You've made it back from the little bitch I suppose."

Jake had his eyes already full of anguish but when he heard Stella's voice, all that tired fatigue disappeared as his darker mood surfaced. "Stell, watch your mouth or I'll--"

"You'll what?" She faced him with defiance that matched his fury. "You didn't tell me anything, Jake. You just left me hanging. You think it was all fun for me to hang out with Eddie while I was worried about you. You're covered in blood. "

"Who told you about the accident." His jaw clenched.

Didn't anything she said made him feel miserable? Did he even hear her fears? 

"What's wrong with you?" She felt the tears prick her eyes slowly. "I'm here telling you about how worried I was and your still stuck on the accident! Do you even love me!" Stella grasped his shirt tightly. 

"Well what do you expect me to think? You just called my date a bitch! I respect and always respected your relationships. Why can't you do the same for me? I support you and your always picking on the girls I go on with!"

"Well, asshole. You haven't really noticed but the time is ticking! We will bond soon."

"What are you talking about? It's years, I'm not thinking about that!It's too soon. " He stepped back incredulously. 

Stella cast her eyes down. He was pricking her heart with needles and it hurt so bad. She didn't know him anymore. As if he was searching and surfing for ways to push her away. Why can't he see that he is my everything? Sure, she was mean and unforgiving but her vulnerability was always open for him. It was ready for him to explore, all her dark and soft edges and the jagged insecurities she had towards their bond. If he was willing, she was ready to give him her whole being. But he closed all his doors--the wind blowing her away faster.

"You don't love me." She whispered.

He sighed, "That's not it."

"Why do you push me away? I love you. I really love you, Jake. In fact, I want to give you myself.  Right now." She brushed a piece of his hair out of his face. He looked so dashing in his shirt and tie. She deeply wished they had enjoyed the night together. "You know, I was hoping that you and I went today. I wanted us to be the star of the night. I wanted to dance with you to that slow song. I wanted to feel you in my arms..."