Ego is a hell of a drug...

Chapter Four: Intruder

"Jacob?..... what the hell are you doing in my house?" How does he even know where I live? "Hey, um I brought ice cream" he said with a bright smile on his face. Stupidly I had left the window open in the living room so it was easy for him to climb in which meant anyone could have done it, I'm kinda glad it was Jacob and not some axe murderer. Wait he brought ice cream? "Huh?" Can't day I can complain about ice cream, I'm starving. "In your text you said I didn't seem like the type of guy to bring a girl ice cream when she's annoyed, and well I presume I annoy you a lot and I'm here to prove you wrong." He had a huge smirk on his face that I so badly want to punch but I want the ice cream he brought and I can't say I'm not lonely in the house on my own.
"Well ya do annoy me greatly but if you've brought ice cream? You can spend as much time with me as you'd like" I smiled at him.

I had grabbed 2 spoons from the kitchen and took Jacob to my room, but I soon regretted that because all he kept saying was "if I knew you were going to lead me to your room I would have dressed nicer for the occasion" and "if you wanted to hook up so badly, you could have just called." asshole. We'd been sat on my bed just casually talking about nothing in particular and enjoying the amazing ice cream he'd had bought, which is quickly thanked him for before I almost ate the whole thing in one scoop, I'd found out that he's gotten my address from a source he refused to tell me about which was kinda creepy but I dropped the issue.

"Tryouts are tomorrow" I stopped eating the delicious, creamy, icy goodness and dropped my spoon into the pot. "What? Why did you not tell me before? I'm not prepared" I started to freak and my breathing got faster. "Woah, Emily calm down" he'd put his hand on my upper arm and I'd stopped my mini anxiety attack, can't say I wasn't used to this, just didn't have someone to calm me down like Jacob did which got me questioning on how he did it so easily, no one has ever calmed me down so easy like that before. I was wearing a lilac tank top and burgundy shorts and cute little panda socks that my brother got me a while ago. "Hey, if your as good as you say you are at cheer you'll do fine. I promise." He looked deeply into my eyes and I could tell his promise was sincere and it gave me a wave of reassurance that ran through my now freezing body. I gave him a slight 'Thankyou' nod and went up to the window and closed it, I grabbed an old jumper of my dads and threw it on. 
"You cold?" He spoke up after a few minutes silence. "I would have been a gentleman and asked you if you wanted to borrow my jacket if you'd told me" he smirked. "You don't really seem like the gentleman type" I said with a smile but his smirk dropped.

"Okay, what's your deal?" Oh no. "Huh? What do you mean?" This isn't gonna be good. "I mean, why do you not like me so much, like yeah I get that we've known each other literally less than twenty four hours but that's my point, you've not known me long and it's like we've been bestfriends for years and if just gone and stolen your boyfriend or something" oh the irony but a weird way of getting his point across. I sighed. "Jacob..... look your a player right? And you can't deny that, like at all, you hook up with girls at school, get drunk at parties, flirt with about ten thousand girls, give them the wrong impression, find a new, prettier girl and hook up with her, it's just how you are. You say I don't know anything about you but it's clear to me that that's who you are, it's so obvious..."
"Stop" I've offended him again. Crap. "Jacob just let me explain my point..."
"Emily, who hurt you?" Here we go with the questions again. "You say you know me and what I do, but I wanna know how, who hurt you before you moved here I can tell that someone did." I'm not gonna get upset about this not now. Truth is I'm originally from New York, I grew up there with my mom, dad and brother but that all changed when my dad passed. Before he died I had a boyfriend called Liam, he's the typical dream guy. Sporty, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, amazing body and what seemed like an amazing, caring, loyal personality. My bestfriend back home, my first friend, was called Alana, basically after my mom got offered a job in California and we'd successfully moved there, one of my brothers friends said he found Liam and Alana hooking up at a party the night I'd left. I knew he was a fuck boy, there were signs.

He stopped messaging me as often as he did when we first started dating, he's never post me on his social media, which isn't that important to me but i was so in love with him I let the world know and he just made me look like a fool. He'd hide his phone screen whenever he'd check it, my guesses was this had been happening way before I'd left which evidently I was made to look foolish for trusting him. I can't say it didn't hurt me because it did, a lot, but never the less I didn't have a hard time getting over him. I met this boy called Ethan at a party on my first week in Chicago, I regret going, in fact I regret even talking to him. It wasn't serious stuff with him but we were a thing for a few months until I found out he was seeing 3 other girls behind my back, they were all blonde haired, blue eyed air heads, guess that was his type. After that I just gave up trusting boys all in one so much that I also stopped trusting the girls around me aswell.

After Alana I didn't really have many friends who were girls. I had my friends on the cheer team but I had trouble trusting them. When I'd moved to Ohio no one really made an effort with me in the first place and even if they would have done I think I would have just pushed them away anyway. I wasn't in Ohio long anyway so I guess it was a good job. In Miami, I might have well not even existed, not that anyone thought I did anyway. All I did was wake up, school, cheer practice, sleep. For 3 months straight, no friends no nothing. My mom got really concerned so she got me professional help. It wasn't needed though, I had minor anxiety but it was perfectly controllable I just chose to not, control it that is. It was then summer and a quarter of a way through summer we moved back to New York and i suddenly had this new confidence and personality, i was me again. I did see Liam and Alana though, unfortunately. Turns out they'd had a relationship for a month or two and then he cheated on her. Once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. She tried talking to me again but I knew my morals and decided to cut her off and honestly I think that was the best decision. Turns out I'd 'glowed up' as they say, since everyone, including Liam, last saw me and guys were throwing themselves at me but I wasn't having any of it, not this time. I did connect with my old other friends though again and I guess that's why it was so easy to make friends with Lydia.

Of course I wasn't going to tell any of this to Jacob, I haven't told anyone apart from my mom, it's just a long story and I don't feel I can trust people with all of it. "No one..... no one hurt me, I hurt myself, I got myself into a mess multiple times and I didn't do anything to stop it." This wasn't true, people did hurt me, multiple people hurt me. "I know that's not true Emily, you've been sat daydreaming for the past six minutes without a word, but I get it, we all have stories we don't want to tell...." he stared blankly at my dresser for a few seconds I knew he was hurting, I wanted to help him, I don't know why I just did. But i guess he's not gonna tell me his story if I won't share mine, so instead I spoke up. "Well I'm sorry Kingston but until you can prove yourself to me I won't say a word." I said with a feverish smile on my face, taking in another spoonful of ice cream which had melted slightly. I saw a gleam in his eyes that wasn't there before and he gave me a genuine smile. He got up and opened the window. "Wait, where are you going?"
"Proving myself to you, see you tomorrow peach." He smirked and climbed out of my window. Who was this guy Spider-Man? "Thanks for the ice cream." I said just loud enough for him to hear me. What a night.
"So tired." I said with a yawn and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out cold.