Chapter 11:

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Jacob and I sat for hours on end just talking and laughing and sharing terrible puns!

"So, what's one of your WORST jokes?" Jacob giggled.

"Oo, I have a LOT." I laughed too. "Uhhh, oo! I got one! Okay, okay." I said between giggles. "I used to be a baker, but I didn't make enough DOUGH!!!" We both broke out laughing at how horrible it was.

"It's so bad it's good!!" Jacob was practically rolling on the floor.

"It wasn't THAT good." I said laughing at Jacob.

"What? I liked it!"

"Haha, you smile too much." He got up and sat next to me again.

"Is that a thing??"

"Yeah, enthusiasm annoys me." I said giggling.

"What? Seriously??? That doesn't make any sense! How come?" Jacob asked.

"Eh, I don't know, I just never like to get my hopes up." I shrugged.

"Why? Hope is how I always stay so positive!" Jacob smiled really big and goofily.

I just looked around awkwardly, "I just know that the majority of what could happen is usually disappointment. So I just try not to care about anything too much."

Jacob looked sad for me. "Skylar, who hurt you?"

I looked down into my lap. "No one I guess." I said as I avoided eye contact. Suddenly I felt two warm arms wrap around me into a hug. I could tell my cheeks turned as red as an apple.

"Jacob-" I started.

"I don't know what you've been through. But I know that you deserve much better." Jacob said quietly.

"I just don't want to get hurt again." I said a tear falling down my cheek.

"You won't, not while I'm around." Jacob said, and squeezed me tighter.

He let me go, and I saw that HE was crying too! "Wha- Jacob, why are you crying?!" I said wiping away my tears.

Jacob wiped his cheeks too, "I was crying because there's no one my age to really talk to! You're the only person who's been chill, and just treated me like a normal person!"

We stared at each other for a second and then we both burst out in laughter.

If you told me yesterday day that plain old Skylar, and THE Jacob Sartorius, was sitting in my room, crying and laughing hysterically. I would I think you were crazy.

For some reason, I felt like I could actually trust him though. With anything.

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