Pleasure

Chapter Four

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The dark blue blanket weighs down on me heavily. I sit up but feel a pounding sensation in my head. I groan and put my hand to my forehead. Where am I?

Suddenly, Jacob walks through with a towel to his ear. His shirt is off and his hair is damp as his shorts hang off his waist. Without trying, my mouth drops and I instantly stare at his chest. He stops when he sees me and raises his eyebrow. This time it's not a cocky eyebrow raise, it's a curious one.

"Hello," He greets, maturely. "Why didn't you take the pill?" What? What the hell is he talking about? We had sex? Oh fuck, I didn't want to have sex with the guy.

"Huh?"

"The advil," he points. "For your hangover." I look at the nightstand next to his bed and stare down at the pill on a napkin next to a glass of orange juice. My heartbeat returns to normal and I look back at Jacob.

"I, uhm, I just woke up." I stutter, trying to keep my eyes on his pupils and not his abs. He nods and sets the towel down. He grabs a shirt and slips it on, making me a little less happy. I look around.

"Where's my phone?" I ask, trying to get out of bed as slowly as possible. He goes to the corner and grabs my jacket, phone, shoes and purse, all in a pile. I notice a few calls from my mom, but not too many. She probably got drunk again and passed out to subside her worry. Then a question crosses my mind. I look up at Jacob with a weird expression on my face.

"What?" He asks, looking at me as if I'm about to say something stupid.

"Uhm, did we ..." I intertwine my fingers and crash my hands together making weird noises. "You know..."

He smirks and raises an eyebrow to me. "Have sex?" I nod. "Right there in that bed?" He smiles. My face goes straight as I realize I might've made the biggest mistake of my life.

"No." He reassures. "I don't take advantage of girls like that." I exhale a sigh of relief without hesitation. He laughs to himself and props up against the dresser, adjacent to his bed.

"Well then where did you sleep?" I ask, squinting at him. He points to the bed and pokes his lip out slightly before sticking it back in. "You slept there with me?" He nods, not saying a word. His silence makes me edgy and I hate it. "Why?"

He pauses and looks at me, although it feels like he's looking through me. "Because you told me to." I scrunch my eyebrows out of confusion. Why would I do that? Surely I wasn't that drunk. He has to be joking. I look for the slightest hint of joke in his face but he's dead serious. Expressionless and serious.

I'm about to ask more questions, but he interrupts me. "You should go." He turns around and opens his drawer, shuffling his hands around inside. "I'm sure your mom or dad or whoever is very worried about you."

"Oh," I mumble, taken back by his statement. "Okay." I put my shoes on and grab my jacket. After getting directions to the bathroom, I go freshen up. I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder how drunk I was last night. And why drunk me decided to have Jacob sleep next to me. And furthermore, why he actually did what he was told. I return to his room and see him sitting on the bed. He looks up from his phone and raises that same eyebrow.

"Can you give me a ride home?" I ask. He nods and grabs his keys, not stopping to look at me at all. The drive to my house is silent after I give him my address. The radio is low and rain starts to drizzle onto the window that I look out of. I'm so focused on what happened. It's like trying to figure out a jiggsaw puzzle but I don't have many pieces to connect together. I remember throwing up and running, but the rest is a blur.

Then I remember Courtney. She looked so disappointed when yelling after him. Her face was still blurry but I can tell it was her by her blonde curls. What did she want? I thought they didn't talk. I look over at Jacob, who looks forward with a straight face. He always looks so focused. I know he knows I'm staring, but his eyes stay trained on the road. I look away and back at the rainy day outside.

When we get to my house, I stare at it for a moment, not wanting to leave. I have so many questions and he's the only one who can answer them. But I know he won't. His eyes stay focused forward.

"Thank you," I murmur lowly, looking ahead. He nods, saying nothing in return. Why is he being like this? What did I do to him? Why is he so hard to understand? If I was such a bother to him, why'd he help me out and take me to his place anyway? He should've known I was going to have questions.

The rain starts to pick up, so I figured it's best that I go inside. I exit the car and hear it zoom away. I look down the street and he's gone.