Chapter 51

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Sarah
I can't help smiling at Jack's angry posture as he hovers over me, he is incredibly attractive acting like this. That is why I don't tear my eyes off him for one second, instead I just drink him in. His dark hair and beautiful skin, that straight nose and the high cheekbones. His dark eyes are staring furiously at me and his perfect mouth is set into a grim line.

"Are you laughing at me?" He hisses and the grip on my shoulders get tighter. I try to ignore it and just have fun for a little while longer.

"I wouldn't dream of it." I grin at him and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Really?" He says through gritted teeth and I give him a nod, smirking playfully. "You better wipe that damn smirk off your face right now." He intimidates, coming closer.

"Or what?" I ask with a low, seductive voice, looking up thorough my eyelashes. This brings Jack to a halt. He just looks sternly at me and I melt at his stare. I am really helpless when it comes to him.

"You know." I say just as low, sneaking my arms around his neck. "I'd rather want you to wipe it off." I tell him and before he can react I drag his mouth to mine. I know he wants to resist my kiss, but he can't. Smiling against his lips, I deepen the kiss and Jack groans. Him sounding like that sends butterflies to my stomach and I reach up to his hair, tangling up my fingers in it.

Jack breaks free all of a sudden, but only with the mouth, his hands are still around me. Leaning his forehead against mine, he gives me a smoky stare. "Why are you doing this, Sarah?"

"Because I like being with you." I say, playing oblivious to his question.

Jack laughs, but there is no humour in it. I feel a pinch in my heart as I meet his eyes, they are filled with pain. Does the thought about me possibly having a boyfriend disturb him this much?

"No, I meant why are you acting like this with me when you have a boyfriend?"

I sigh and shake my head at him. My fingers are still in his hair and they are slowing massaging his temple. "Jack, Jack, Jack." I continue to shake my head. "What am I going to do with you?" I mumble quietly.

"Dump your boyfriend, that would be a good start." Jack growls and the anger is back, long gone is the hurt.

"He's not my boyfriend, Jack." I say sternly before he makes an attempt to break free or start yelling again.

Jack's eyes grow wide and he stares puzzled at me. "What?" He breathes.

"He's not my boyfriend." I shrug and then smirk at his expression. To say that he is surprised would be an understatement.

"But I saw him kiss you."

"On the head, yes. He is my friend, Jack. Friends do that to each other."

"You let every male friend kiss you like that?" He asks flatly and I laugh.

"First of all, I don't have that many male friends and no, I don't let any man kiss me. Second of all, he's gay, Jack. That's why I'm so intimate with him. Sam is not like any normal guy to me." I inform him and can't help but giggle.

"He's gay?" Jack repeats dumbly.

"Yes, one hundred percent gay. I can assure you. Trust me, he's more into you than me." I say with a wink.

"He's into me?" Jack says horrified.

"Don't worry, you are mine as far as he's concerned." I giggle and stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. Jack just stares at me while his brain progress the information.

"I'm yours?" Is what slips his mouth when he finally opens it.

Ooooops.

"Well, yes." I mumble and blush. "Don't worry, you don't have to take it literally. It's just that my friends are worried for me, they see you as this huge player and therefor doesn't really trust you. So I just told them that we kind of are committed towards one another, but as we've said before we don't have any commitment-." The words rush out my mouth until Jack shuts me up with a kiss.

"Just be quiet, will you?" He laughs and peck my lips.

"Sorry." I mumble embarrassed.

"No worries. You know, I like that your friends know that I belong to you." He murmurs seductively.

"But what about the non-existing commitment?" I ask puzzled.

"Screw that. I want you, all of you, and I'm more than happily considered as yours if it means that I'm saved from a gay guy."

"Jack." I scold.

"Sorry, a homosexual." He corrects himself with an eye roll.

"I'll let you know that Sam is the most kind and loving person I know." I defend my friend.

"Alright, calm down, babe. I don't mean any harm."

"Sure you don't." I answer, not believing it for one bit, and then sigh. "We should get inside and prepare for when Elena gets here."

"Oh right, the babysitting part." Jack says dreadfully.

"Don't look so bothered, she's an angel."

"If my friends ever find out about this I will kill myself."

"Whatever, Mr Macho." I roll my eyes at him, kiss his cheek and then head into the house to get everything set before Elena comes.

~

"Can we play?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"We can play with dolls!"

"No."

"Can we play outside then?"

"No."

"You are boring." Elena pouts at Jack. They have been doing this for quite a while now, while I am in the kitchen warming some leftovers for us. Their voices echoes from the living room.

"No, I'm grown up and therefore mature." I laugh out loud as I put the next plate into the microwave.

Mature? Right.

"Why don't you go and find some friends that are tiny too and play with them instead?"

"I'm not tiny!" Elena squeals, "and besides I have friends, but they are at home, you stupid pumpkin."

I can't help but snicker as I continue my work in the kitchen. Elena obviously doesn't know that pumpkin is something that fathers call their daughters, or well at least they do it in the movies. My father never called me pumpkin...

Taking a deep breath, I clear my thoughts and put the two already done plates on the table. While the third one is heating up, I head into the living room to gather my immature friends.

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