He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Whelp... I guess we slept together

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is Harry stabbing the basilisk through the roof of its mouth. I woke up on the same couch with my head in Jake's lap. A blanket had been draped over me, probably from his parents. At first, I didn't think anything of it, then I remembered that my parents didn't know. I grabbed my phone and angrily pressed the home button, dead. I cursed under my breath and began the search for a charger. There was nothing in the living room, and I didn't want to go to Jake's room, mainly because we had different phones.

I sat back down in a huff and waited for Jake to wake up. He was out cold. I wonder if he stayed up later than me. I heard noises in the kitchen and the beautiful smell of homemade pancakes found its way into my nostrils. I followed the scent and saw a grown woman flipping one in the skillet. I took it to be their mom and silently sat down at the breakfast bar. I didn't want to scare her, but I had a feeling that she already knew I was here, I mean, you have to walk through the living room to get to the kitchen. "I see you are up early."

"Um yeah, sorry for falling asleep on your couch."

"Oh no worries darlin' It's nice to see Jake bring home a girl for once."

"Really?"

"Yes dear, he never brings home women." The slight southern drawl made her sound even more interesting for the suburbs of Colorado. Jake never brought home women? It's not like he couldn't find them begging to eat out of his hands. I pondered over that thought as he lumbered into the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked almost surprised that I was still here. "Hey, I thought you would've left already."

"One problem, my phone is dead. I think my parents are freaking out, though."

"Oh crap, what kind of phone do you have?"

"The complete opposite of yours."

"Oh, um, wanna borrow mine?"

"No, I'll just tell them later." He nodded and sat down next to me. He rubbed my back and it sent shivers down my spine. Why did he have this effect on me? His mom finished making a short stack and set them between us. I gingerly pulled one off the top and spread a nice pat of butter on the warm fluffiness. I went to reach for the maple syrup at the same time as Jake. He let me use it first. I put just enough to get the taste, but not make them mushy.

"Wow. You were right Jake, other people like no flavor on their pancakes."

"Oh no, I like this because it doesn't make me feel like I am eating baby food, but there is still a nice Canadian flavor."

"That's what my son says." I looked over at his plate, and indeed, he put the same amount as I did. How did I not realize we were so similar.

Jake's father stumbled into the kitchen and kissed his wife on the cheek. He didn't look surprised to see me, but Laurie looked livid as she stalked in behind him. I take it Sunday breakfast was a huge thing at their house. None of them were absent, and I could see why. These pancakes were to die for.

After breakfast, Jake drove me back to his house, without my dress from last night. I instead took another outfit of Laurie's and promised to return it. Adorned in a pair of booty shorts that were too short for my taste -- most definitely would be returned to her-- and a graphic t-shirt displaying the Powerpuff girls, I made my way inside.

Alex was still there to my surprise. My parents weren't however. Instead, another note was on the table. Dad got a business opportunity we had to accept, heard about Mike and we want to be here, but this could move your dad up in the company. Will be back in a week, Alex can stay until then, and we are giving you a hundred for clothes and food.

Well, fuck. Mom and Dad were leaving me alone with Alex for a week, and I had to find out whether I wanted him or Jake. This telenovela was getting better and better as it continued.

Alex was eating cereal when I came into the kitchen. I heard his spoon drop into his bowl when he got a good look at the clothes I was wearing. "I didn't know you were shopping at whores-r-us now."

"Shut up, I got my dress dirty and Laurie lent me these."

"So you did go to his house."

"The date was at his house moron."

"What did you do?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does."

"Why? It's not like we're dating. You broke up with me, remember?" I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned around to him in front of me. I tried to shove him out of the way, but he wouldn't move. Instead, he lifted me up onto the counter and put the glass back in the cabinet. I wanted to get down, my mom had a strict rule about sitting on counters, but he had me cornered.

I looked down at his body, he was still shirtless, but in khaki shorts. In an instant, his mouth was on mine and he was forcing his tongue in my mouth. I pushed him away roughly, "What the shit Alex?"

"Shut up and kiss me." His mouth was back on mine. I didn't feel attacked, just the opposite actually, but this didn't mean he had a right to do this. His hands roughly grabbed my ass and I jumped slightly. He continued his exploration of my mouth as one hand slid up the back of my shirt and unclipped my bra, I gasped as his warm mouth moved to my neck, and his hand around to the front of my torso. He was cupping one of my breasts while sucking on my neck. I was groaning in both confusion and ecstasy.

With my hands running through his hair, he slowly moved his lips down my neck and to my collarbone. I don't think he even paused as he took my shirt off to move lower. He got down to a spot right above one of my boobs and stopped. He released me and walked away. I reached into the drawer under me and grabbed a wooden spoon. I flung it at his back, and he chuckled as he walked into the den. What did that asshole think he was doing.

I stormed into the den and saw him watching As Above So Below. Oh hell no, that movie was utterly terrifying to me. I stood in front of the TV with my arms crossed and waited for him to get annoyed. He smirked and looked me up and down. I had put my bra and shirt on before I went in there, so he didn't have a good show. I heard a scream come from the speakers and ran to the couch. He wrapped his arms around me protectively as I buried my face in my hands. I didn't want to watch them die, I didn't want to watch this shit.

He turned it off and held me there while I slowly stopped shaking. This, this right here is why the scariest movie I ever watched was Monsters Inc. When I finally calmed down, I pulled out of his arms and glared into his soul. You could tell he had never seen me like this and was petrified at what I was going to do next. "Why do you keep doing this shit?"

"What do you mean?"

"This kissing me, and fucking groping me all to just walk away like it's nothing."

"Cyd-"

"No, you don't get to call me Cyd right now."

"Fine, I am honestly so confused what to do right now, so I'm just going with the flow. If my brain says to kiss you, I'm gonna kiss you, if it tells me to stop, I'm going to stop and walk away before I do something I would regret."

"You don't get to give me whiplash because of your emotions Alex. Do you think I wanted any of this? Do you think I wanted you to break up with me for this love triangle bullshit? Do you think, for one second, that I know what to do?"

I think I rendered him speechless, he sat there opening and closing his mouth for a few minutes before I got up and went to my room, he could watch his movie, I was going to think about everything that was happening.

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands until I heard my phone ding.

Hey, do you think I could steal you for an impromptu date? Apparently, my earlier plan is happening sooner than I thought. It was Jake. I texted him back with a sure and asked if I needed to change. He said no, I'd be fine and he'd be there in fifteen. Well, guess the second date with him was gonna be before I could truly think about anything.