There's a Rebel in My Bed! [✓]

8. For Whom The Bell Tolls

                                                There’s a Rebel in my Bed!

                                        Chapter 8 – For Whom the Bell Tolls

                                  Song of the Chapter: Dreaming of You by Selena  (1995)

 

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“Jacob?” I drawled slowly, losing all taste in my mouth. “Is that a – a –”

“A ring?” he answered, completing my sentence. He eyes wavered of all of its confidence once he saw the distress that must have been shining on my face.

Slowly I stood, hands still shaking and eyes still locked on the shining piece of diamond that he held tightly in between his fingers.

He followed my sharp and steady movement up to his feet.

“Evan, are you okay?”

It was a complicated question and had an even more complex answer. I looked up at his face – confusion filled and slowly draining of any happiness.  “I don’t know. It depends.” My eyes drifted back down to the ring. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

It came out a lot shakier than I had anticipated and Jacob took notice. He swallowed before stepping over the blanket, crushing a plate of food in the process.

He stood in front of me. So close we were sharing body heat. He looked down with soft, yet worried eyes and took one of my hands. “It is.” He whispered.

He backed up a bit, still holding my hand tightly within his. “Evan Harris.” He said sternly, stepping back a bit and kneeling down on one knee.

I was panicking inside. My heart was beating as hard and as fast as a stallion. My feet were mildly wobbling much opposed to my hands that were shaking like plucked harp strings.

 He cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. “Evan Harris will you do me the honor of becoming Evan Patterson?”

“Jacob, this is nuts I’m not even sixteen.” I breathed out. Wasn’t it illegal? I was sure it was illegal.

“Evan, you’re going to be sixteen. In Washington you just have to have a parent present.”

I scoffed. “You think my mother would agree to that?! My father would jump out of his coffin just to beat the crap out of you!”

Jacob flinched at my harsh tone and stood up with a huff. “Evan, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Something snapped. “Not that big of a deal?” I asked but he didn’t dare repeat his phrase, not even nod his head. He knew the tongue lashing that would ensue if he did.

Instead, he kept his mouth shut tightly, clenching his jaw and avoiding my eyes. “Jacob Patterson, not a big deal? Do you know what marriage is Jacob? This isn’t some damn play thing – it’s until death do us part.”

He poked his cheek with his tongue before sighing in aggravation. “Sorry I brought it up.” he chuckled without a trace of humor. “In fact, I’m sorry I did all of this or that I bought this stupid ring.” His head hung low matching his damp tone. The ring slowly slipped from his hand and gracefully landed onto the soft sand, still elegantly gleaming.