Because We Fell

03. Colors

A/N: 

2 things: First, this chapter is relatively short but I promise once this story kickstarts, chapters will be longer :) Second, I want to dedicate this chapter to the girls at my school (you know who you are) who are continuously supporting me and this story, you guys motivate me to keep writing, love you guys so much. 

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Jake's POV:

Red. Gray. Red. Gray.

"And then I punched him right in the face. Now he's got this mother-load of a bruise on his eye, because man, I got him good. It felt freaking fantastic, dude! You proud of me or what?"

Red, gray, red, gray.

"Jake. I knocked the crap out of him. Tell me I'm awesome."

Red gray, gray red.

"Dude. Are you even listening to me right now?"

Red, red, red. So much goddamn red. And gray, piercing gray...

"Jake!" Sam hit me on the head, snapping me out of my reverie. "Come on man, don't tell me I have to repeat the whole story again. Killing my buzz here, dude."

"Sorry, sorry," I replied distractedly. "I heard the story, though, you beat the crap out of douche Derek. And I'm proud, Sammy. Looks like my lessons paid off," I added with a grin.

Sam made a face. "Bro, please. I could've dealt with the thug even without your lessons."

I laughed and patted him on his back. "You keep telling yourself that, Sam. Just don't come running to me when Derek comes hunting you down for payback."

Sam snorted. "Whatever. Anyways, what's got you all wrapped up in la-la land? Haven't seen you grinning so much in forever."

I stared at the ceiling. "The hell are you talking about?"

"You haven't stopped smiling like a little girl with a brand new Barbie since the moment I got here. Dude. Spill. Did you finally convince Louis to let you take over the graffiti project down on Maine Street?"

"I wish," I grimaced a little. "The things I could do to that street..."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "If it ain't the project, then what on earth got you in such a good mood?"

Red. Gray. Red, red, gray, gray.

I looked at Sam and hesitated. "I don't know. First day as a senior got me all pumped up, I guess."

Sam looked unconvinced but shrugged it off anyways. "Senior year. How was the Ritual?"

"Ridiculous," I laughed. "But everyone was so serious about it I had to play along. It was pretty hilarious to watch. I even got to be a representative for the dudes of mischief or whatever."

"Representative, huh? Lucky you. In two years I'll be taking your place," Sam grinned. "Just you wait."

"We'll see," I chuckled. "But it ain't easy being as freakishly rad like me."

"The fact that you just described yourself as rad just proves that you're a total moron."

"Whatever," I punched him on the shoulder when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I yelled.