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Cold

            Jake

             I was always home before 8:00 on winter days. Because that's when it started snowing. First it would be a few flakes getting caught in your hair to sloshing around in two feet of pure white snow.
           
             I already know mom's gonna be pissed.

             It's not my fault that Mr.Madera is a huge jerk who decided to give me after school detention cause I fell asleep in class, history is my least favorite subject expecially when Mr.Madera teaches in his monotone voice.

             Then I missed the last bus that was my only way of getting home which was about five miles away from the school. I know some of the very athletic people (you know who you are) will just say "Pfffft, five miles.Easy. I could do it in my sleep." Well unfortunaely for me, I'm not athletic at all.

              So here I am freezing cold with my backpack slung over my shoulders. My frozen fingers tingling in the pockets of my jeans trying to get warm. And my glasses fogging up because of the cold. I must've been a sight, I had bruises from Owen Jamenson's goons ( real jerks might I add) from before in the day when those bafoons decided that my skin was too pale and that I was "too gay" for comfort. I really should just tell them that being gay is contageous so that they won't come near me anymore.

              I only have about two miles left until I can get home. I look down to see my shoes caked in snow. Right, only a few miles more... That's not very much. There's barely anybody driving on the roads in these conditions. So I'm awfully surprised to see a car pull up to the sidewalk where I am. The window of the car rolls down and my jaw nearly hits the ground. In the car smirking at me is Owen Freaking Jamenson. He looks me over a few times and I swear if that smirk could get anymore malicious than it is now, then I'll owe "Nasty Pete" a kiss.
  
              "Hey Jake, how's the weather out there?" He said, his expression clearly amused. I mean, I swear to god this idiot has to be blind to not know that there's a frikin blizzard going on. I just gave him the evilest glare I could muster. All he did was laugh and say,"awwww. C'mon, dont be a sourpuss. I'll give you a ride home but you'll have to give me something in return." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. Dammit. It's either I walk home and most likely get hypothermia, or spend a few minuets in a car with one of the people I hate most. I think I'd rather live.
 
               I just muttered a "Fine" and stepped into the car after dusting the snow off of my shoes. I noticed that my blond hair was flopping in my forehead as the snow started melting as I cozied up to the heater, my face practically pressed up to the front of the car. I heard Owen chuckling quietly  from his seat. Ha! He's laughing, I bet he would do the same thing if he was almost freezing to death.
  
               "You're too cute" He chuckled. Wait, What!?! Did Owen Freaking Jamenson, the biggest jerk on the planet, the kid who shoved my face in the toilet last week call me cute?!? I just stared at him, my mouth hanging wide open. He looked over at me and said," didn't your mom teach you that staring is impolite?" He smirked so much that the corners of his eyes crinkled.

                "I am not cute!" I shouted at him, trying to hide my growing red cheeks. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the Jerk laughed even harder as he pulled up to my house. How the hell does he know where I lived? He must have seen my confused face and stopped laughing "My little sister has slept over your house before. Someone has to drop her off" He stated. I just looked like an idiot. Of course. Zoe Jamenson is my little sister Olivia's best friend.
      
                "Okay, well thanks for the ride. Bye!" I said quickly and tried to get out of the car but just as I reached the handle the doors locked. "Hey can you let me out?" I asked. He just smirked. Oh no. He tisked "I think you forgot about our little deal, you, Jake Dillingham, owe me something." My eyes widened in realization. Crap.

                   "Ugggh. Fine. What do you want?" I asked, glaring at him the entire time. He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned in so close to my ear that could feel his warm breath fanning the side of my face.

                    "A kiss." He whispered. I felt my face grow hot as I pushed him away slightly. Owen Jamenson, star football player, jock, straight as they come, player, just asked me to kiss him. what the hell!?! This had to be a prank. "W-w-what." I stutterd out. He looked me in the eyes, nodded, and said." You, Jake Dillingham. I would like a kiss from you." He pointed at me and smiled."Or I can just ask for something a bit more, shall I say. Comfortable?" He whispered the last part. His face was only a few inches away fom mine. Leaving me only to look at his piecing green eyes. I gulped and stuttered out a bunch of excuises before feeling his warm lips on mine.

                     Then realization kicked in. I was kissing Owen. And I was enjoying every second of it. Our lips molded together. Mines cold. His warm. We kissed for a few seconds before I pulled back. I was trying to hide the blush coming to my cheeks again. It must be unhealthy to blush this much in a day. Owen smirked at me, unloked the doors, and said,"See you monday, cutie." He pecked my lips once more, ushered me out of the car, then he was gone. I just stood there. Frozen(An: Hah, litterally). Touching my lips where he kissed. "What the hell?!?" I screamed at nobody in particular as I made my way up the porch. I probably woke the whole neighborhood with my yelling, and I couldn't care any less. I unlocked the door with my spare key, noticing that all the lights in the house were out so that meant mom was working her night shift at the hospital. And Olivia was probably at her friend Megan's house for the weekend. Once I got my shoes off, I went and took the best warm shower I've ever had then snuggled up under my covers, I felt tired but I couldn't get to sleep. All that was going though my head was the kiss.

                   The last thing I thought was "What am I going to do with that boy?" Before I drifted off into a dream filled night of replaying the kiss over and over again.

AN: Okay, this was just a random idea. But now I really want to turn this into a story. So possibly consider this a preview? Maybe? I absolutely love Jake and Owens story. I thought of a whole story plot in math class, my least favorite class (unlike Jake, I love history). Sorry about the kiss scene, I wanted to make it a bit more detailed but I didn't know how. But I mean they kissed so that's what mattered. Right?
           Thanks for reading!
P.S send me a message sometime. I get lonely and I will listen to anything. I'll even listen to a story about your grandmas quest to find her missing dentures (That'd be an interesting story to write "The magical quest of the missing dentures!"). I dont care if I sound desprate. Im a Oddball by nature and I don't have many friend's.
     
              Riley
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