Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Eight

Hello lovely lovely readers. This is just a big hello and thank you from me <3 Hope you enjoy this chapter :D

Picture to the right is, as always, Jack Adams played by the irresistable Fransisco Lachowiski ;)

I begrudgingly stayed silent the rest of the distance, walking alongside a gloating Jack. It wasn’t a very long walk but it was long enough for my mind to become lost to thoughts. There was something about Jack. Something I couldn’t put into words. Something which managed to drive me insane in more ways than one.

I couldn’t help but to think that if I were in this situation with someone else, anyone else, then everything would be a lot darker. We were surviving through this unknown time together. It was weird using that word with him. Together.

The clouds edged ever closer to their threat of rain and I followed Jack’s wary glances upwards.

“Do you want us to get wet Adams?” I asked suddenly.

He smiled slyly “yes but not in the way you’re thinking.”

I shook my head at the nerve of this boy. It stunned me how quickly he had an innuendo and comeback on his tongue. I was used to dealing with guys who took at least five minutes to think of anything to say, but then most of them weren’t used to speaking to girls anyway. Jack had a lot of practice with that.

“You’re awful sometimes,” I muttered, more to myself than him.

“And you are beautiful all the time.”

I stopped sharply when those words escaped his lips. Jack kept walking though so I was left with the back of his head to bear my eyes into. He had just said that, right? I wasn’t just imagining things? I had never heard Jack Adams call any girl beautiful, especially not any girl like me.

“What did you just say?”

“I said you are dreadful.”

I narrowed my eyes but caught up to him regardless of my disbelief.

“You did not.”

“Yes I did.”

“Did not.”

“How old are you?” he laughed mockingly but it never reached his clear eyes.

I opened my mouth with a witty retort but shut it slowly and just looked away out at the passing houses. I wasn’t about to fight with him about this. If he said he hadn’t told me I was beautiful then that must be true – it wasn’t as if I was actually beautiful anyway. It wouldn’t have made sense if I was right.

A scattering of birds took up to the clouded sky as we approached and I watched them beat their wings violently to soar high up in the sky. The overbearing clouds looked so low I wondered if they flew just a little higher they might be consumed in them.