Living with the Devil(On Hold)

Chapter 9: The Warmth of his Hands

***Right Here by Staind at the right–––––––>  Enjoy :)***

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A couple of days had passed since I spent that time alone in the nurse's office with Jacob.  I haven't talked to him since that day, but I decided that with the little time I had left in this world, that I wouldn't waste it thinking about Jacob of all people.  If it should be any guy, it should be Mike!  But I still found my thoughts wandering around in my head, thinking about that day.  He just seemed so different.... but like I said, I'm not going to waste my time thinking about him.  I made my way to the refrigerator to get some milk before I went to school.  I poured some into a glass cup and as soon as I was about to drink it, it was knocked out of my hands, falling to the floor and breaking.

Who in the hell told you that you could drink my milk!?"  Samantha barked as she glared at me with her eyes red and swollen.

"U-Uh I was just- - I just thought that I could get some something to fill me up before I went to school.... you know so I could be able to focus better in class.." She then raised her eyebrow and folded her arms.

"Listen up closely you little bitch, I bought the milk so it belongs to me!  If I catch you drinking MY milk ever again, I'll rip you open and drain it all out!"  She replied back to me but then added "And clean up this mess you made on the floor.  Pick up every single piece of glass you see AND with your hands, then get the fuck out of my house!"  After that, she turned around and walked away and as soon as she did, I stuck up my middle finger to her....... with her back turned of course.

So, I picked up the pieces of broken glass on the floor, but because I used my bare hands, I accidentally cut my fingers a few times.  It hurt like hell but all I can do is endure the pain.... for now at least.  I made my way out of the house and headed to the bus stop to go to school.  It was a different day, but I had to deal with the same shit.

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I made my way to first period, Mr.  Figarro's class and went to my seat.  And right after making my way in, I see that shit-face Jacob follow in right after me.  He came and sat in his seat right next to mines and there was an awkward silence.  I slightly turned my head to look at him and saw that he reflexively turned his.  This was definitely weird.....  but I then focused back my attention to Mr. Figarro who was writing on the board.  But because my fingers were hurting, when I went to pick up my pen, it slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. I was about to reach down and get it when both Jacob and I simultaneously went down at the same time causing our hands to touch, his hand on-top of mines.  He suddenly  grabbed my wrist and started to stare at the cuts on my fingers.

"What happened to your fingers?.... Did you cut them while cooking?...."  He asked me with a worried look on his face still holding my wrist.  I gasped then quickly pulled away my hand, hiding it behind my back.

"None of your frickin business, what are you Sherlock?.... And why do you care anyway?!"  I snarled at him with creases forming between my eyebrows.  He sighed then went into his pockets searching for something.  He then pulled out a blue bandage with yellow smiley faces on it.  "Huh?.... Why do you have bandages in your pocket?..."  I asked him, giving him an awkward look.

"Give me your hand...." He said while holding out his hand out to me.

"What-Why?!" 

"Quit making this difficult and just give me your hand!"  He demanded with a serious look on his face.  I found myself slowly giving him my hand.  He softly grasped it then put the bandage over my finger.  His hand was so soft and warm... different from what I imagined it would be.  And as he was doing this, my stomach randomly started growling causing everyone in the class to fix their eyes on me...... even the teacher!  This had to be the most embarrassing moment ever!  I turned my face only to see a small smile formed on Jacob's face.