One More Time, One More Chance

Chapter 5 (Part 2) Nighttime Call

Chapter 5 [PART TWO]

My dear readers, what would you do if a friend of gave his first kiss up just to help you out? Would you A.) think he has feelings for you? B.) Never talk to him again? Or C.) run away to Starbucks and think things through?

I know that you guys probably thought I chose C, but no, I didn’t. I chose none of the above, and that was the most stupid decision I've ever made.

I needed to get home and calm the fuck down for two hours. I was at my room, pacing back and forth cha ting to myself, "Evan kissed you. It's no big deal."

After finally pulling myself together, I decided to call Jacob up and explain everything. I told him to meet me at Bo's Coffee at the mall in thirty minutes. I hope this goes well, I thought.

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To say that the first few minutes of my meet-up with Jacob was awkward is a complete understatement. I already ordered a Chocolate Chip frap while waiting for him, and when he arrived, he just waited for me to finish my drink. Why didn't he order a drink for himself, you may ask? Jacob the idiot told me just then that he was allergic to caffine. If I knew about this earlier, I would never have agreed to meet him at a coffee shop.

"So..." Jacob began awkwardly. "You never told me you were dating."

"I don't always tell people everything, Jacob. Sometimes I like keeping this low-key," I explained.

"Low-key?" Jacob laughed bitterly. "You and John were anything but low-key."

That's it, I thought. I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance. He of all people know I still get pretty pissed just by mentioning John's name.

"What's wrong, Marcia?" Jacob asked, almost mockingly. "Did I just hit a nerve?"

No, I am not going to lose this. I need an explaination as to why he suddenly became such a sugar daddy.

"No, what's wrong with you, Jacob?" I snapped. "Why are you all so pissed because you found out Evan and I are dating?" I tried my best not to gag while saying that. "Why are suddenly so pro-PDA? You were never the guy for PDA."

"Don't you make this about me, Marcia."

I couldn't take it now. How in hell can he act like he had done nothing wrong?

"Stop that!" I yelled, trying to squirm out of his strong grip on my hands. What the hell is wrong with this guy? "Get your freaking hands off me! What's gotten into you, dude? Why are you acting so cliche and gross?"

I watched him let go of me and put his hands in his pockets, like a little boy caught red-handed.

He looked down, keeping quiet. I wasn't happy with that, though. I needed to know why he was acting like this. I demand answers, not just silence.

"Marcia," Jacob whispered. "Will you please promise me that you won't tell anybody?"

"Jacob," I deadpanned. "Just freaking cut to the chase."

I watched him take a deep breath in, still looking me in the eye, as if he was embarrassed of something.

"Marcia, I like you, okay? There, I said it. I like you."

Well, damn.

How did I not freaking see this? On second thought, I rarely ever had a guy confess their oh-so undying love for me, so I wouldn't know what the signs were.

"Marcia, please say something," Jacob whispered. I snapped back to reality and thought about what the hell I was going to say to him. What was I supposed to say to him?