Mission B.R.E.A.K.U.P.

Chapter 4

~Chapter 4~

"Rise and shine dork!" Jake heard before someone pulled the covers off of him. He hissed angrily before rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He didn't need to open them to know who it was. 

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

"We're going shopping!" Emma announced. "Come on! Get up!"

He eyed her still feeling groggy and noted begrudgingly that she looked really good. She wore a lavender summer dress with a short white coat and white flats. Her long black hair cascaded down her back as she turned to fix his curtains. Tearing his eyes away from her, he slowly got up and trudged to the bathroom. When he came out he was surprised to see his room practically sparkling.

"You cleaned it." he said posing it more as a statement than a question.

She nodded nonchalantly. "Make sure you wear something nice!" she called as she strode out of his room.

"Yes Mom!" he called after her in annoyance.

A few minutes later he walked downstairs and saw her waiting for him in the dining room. A few people sat having breakfast. Before he could go sit at the table, however, she grabbed his arm and pulled him out with her. "We'll eat something at the mall." she reassured him as he grumbled behind her.

The chauffeur took them to a large mall and they both got out. "Breakfast first." he said stubbornly as his stomach lurched. "Fine." she said exasperatedly as they walked to the food court. They both ordered and sat down. 

"You're just going to have a salad?" he eyed her plate in disgust.

"This requires hardwork." she said indicating her lithe body. 

"You know guys don't find that attractive." he shrugged, "It's plain annoying when no matter where you take your girlfriend, she orders hamster food." 

She slapped his arm and he retracted it with a yelp.

"Oh and speaking of girlfriend, you do know we're supposed to convince everyone that we're together right? I wasn't really planning to impress Christopher with my ability to make platonic friends." she said irritated.

"Yeah I know." he said rubbing his arm. Then a smirk replaced his frown. "You're still angry about the kiss." he teased her.

"I am not!" she exclaimed angrily.

"You nincompoop!" he exclaimed in a high pitched girly voice.

"Shut up!"

"Who even uses the word 'nincompoop'?"

"People with a vocabulary?"

"Nerd."

"God why are you so annoying? Can we please just think of ways to convince people you like me? What with all your stupid terms and conditions!"

"Flirting's good enough."

"I don't flirt." she brushed her hair back arrogantly.

"What do you mean you don't flirt? What do you do if you want to let a guy know you're interested?" he asked curiously.

"I tell him." she said simply, taking a bite out of her salad.

He burst out laughing. "Yeah? Well how's that working out for you? Did you 'tell' Christopher?"

She turned a deep shade of red as she mumbled, "Yes well we did date for a while when we were 18." 

"Ok look flirting is the easiest way to let someone know you like them. Here, come on." he brought his chair a little closer to her and then leaned in as she eyed him warily.