Take Me In

Take Me In: Chapter Six

Because this gurl is a super owsam writer. ♥ Muchos gracias, Mica! ☺

 

Jake:

I could tell that today's classes are gonna be hell. I wonder why I even bother to go to this place five times a week, besides the fact that I'm a damn good guitarist. As I walked through the doors of Ridgenorth High, I tapped my fingers to the beat of 'My Heroine'. God, that song is too perfect for my life.

"Your hips, my hands, you swing and you dance!" I sang to myself. Though I know the meaning's kinda inappropriate for most, it's amazing.

I checked my schedule, because even until now, I haven't bothered to look at it, more so memorize it. Aw, crap. It's English first, right. And that means I'll have to survive 45 minutes with... Her. Why does this happen to me?

I entered Room 269, and the first thing I saw was Emma Lane. Her long golden brown hair fell over her shoulders, and her grin didn't waver when she saw me, but it changed into a sad smile. I waved, and she did the same.

I can't help but miss her sometimes, you know. How we always used to talk about anything, how we just sat there and be like best friends. But then I was always the stupid guy.

After a few months into our friendship, it was just another hot summer day; and we were sitting on the swing in my backyard. I looked at Emma, and realized she was the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She was just so.... Amazing.

At that very moment, my stupid mouth decided to blurt out four simple words that changed both our lives in an instant: "I love you, Emma Lane."

Her smile faded as her eyes grew watery, and Emma looked back to the ground. "Goodbye, Jake. I'm sorry." Those were the last words I had ever heard from her, and those words broke my heart. Immediately after rejecting me (I have to be blunt), Emma jumped off the bench and ran to her house.

And after that, she stopped hanging out with me, and didn't even look me in the eye ever again.

I messed up.... If only I could take it back.

"I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. I'm sorry, sorry I let you down. I could use some poor excuse, 'cause the hardest thing to say... Oh, it's the hardest thing to say in the world: I'm sorry."

It's just a coincidence that 'I'm Sorry' came on my iPod, but then I can relate to every single line.

I'm sorry, Emma Lane.

At that moment, my unnaturally happy teacher, Ms. Frost, came fluttering into the room. "Hello, class! Since I'm feeling good today, we're going to have a free period!" She looked at me and frowned a bit, and said, "And Mr. Wood, sit down! We don't want any tired students, do we?"

Oh, that's right. I'm still standing up. I saw Gianna waving to me from the back, and pointed at the empty seat beside her.

I slumped in my seat, and just sat there.My best friend frowned at me and said, "Why the long face, Jake? Is it because of Emma?" Damn, she is psychic. Sometimes, I'm scared of her.

I shifted in my seat, and looked at her. "Yeah, it is. But I'm over it anyway, and I have a LOT to tell you, Gianna Ridge." And, boy, did I have a story to tell her.

I told her everything, from when I picked up Tisha, to our weird conversation this morning before going to school. Gianna's jaw dropped with every word, and by the time I was finished, it looked like it could hit the ground any moment now.

I leaned in closer to her face, and whispered into her ear, "Gianna?" She looked away, and mumbled. "Yes....." I could feel a smirk forming on my face, but I tried to keep my voice low and seductive... Ish. "Close your mouth. A fly could go in any minute."