hardly love

Chapter 2 | How does it feel?

My bed beckoned me as I walked into my freshly organized room. I kicked off my shoes still examining the bag Jake gave me. What was it?

Normally, it wouldn't take me long to open something I'm curious about, but the look in Jake's silver green eyes made me stop. Something was holding me back and I couldn't pin-point it. We haven't talked in months! Why all of a sudden is he here worried about me and giving me strange brown paper bags? The last time I used one of these was in like, 2nd grade.

And why did he look so......different? He's a lot more attractive then I remember him being from 8th grade. I'm overthinking things again.

I stop by my full-length mirror examining the figure staring back at me. She's thin, but not overly. Her hair a short brown, and a light caramel skin. Like, a Starbucks iced coffee.I don't try to think about how I look much, it's become kind of irrelevant over time. I'm kinda average, and I've learned to except that.

I lay in my bed feeling the sea of sheets engulf my body. So warm. I just then realize how exhausted I am. The past few weeks have been excruciating because all the extra classes I've been taking. They probably weren't the best choice, but I need to get into a good college. I need a better life out of this town.

My thoughts wondered as they normally did,and I was calm. The world around me was placid. I found myself drifting off into sleep...

I woke up to a soft clacking noise. My head felt groggy and I was utterly disoriented, my body felt disorganized. I thought naps were supposed to be helpful? Through all the confusion, though, I recognized the sound. I stand up taking in deep breaths as my mind takes in the surroundings of my flesh colored room.

I open the window softly, holding some hope it's not who I think it is.

"Missie!", A familiar voice called. Of course it's Jake. They guy I wanted to forget. The one I want to stop thinking about. Why can't I stop thinking about him?

"Jake what the heck?", he shook his head slightly laughing at me. "What's to funny??", i retort.

"You still don't cuss, huh?" , he asked me. Almost accusingly as if I've done something wrong.

"Why would I?", I've grown up in a semi- strict household so cussing was something I shouldn't even think of. I can't say I don't still do it sometimes though..

"Doesn't matter Miss.", Jake responded, oddly serious. He also hasn't called me 'Miss' in years...I kind of forgot how much I like hearing him say that.

"Did you open it??"

"The paper bag?"

"Well, duh, what else?"

"Just making sure!", I said holding my hands up in a type of surrendering motion. Which granted a small laugh from Jake.

"Well, did you open it?", Jake asked again.

"No. Why is it so important?" I respond feeling my curiosity start to rise back up through my stomach. Giving me an odd ache-y feeling that I can't decide what is about.

His eyes fell for a moment, almost pained. He looked back up only a second later giving me another stupid cheerful grin ( I don't know how he stays so happy..., that's probably why I liked him so much..).

"Welllll, I wanted you to open it without me here, but...I don't want to wait anymore!!" He started to wink but it fell short when it seemed as if something else caught his eye.

"What's going on down there??" I questioned.

He looked up at me and this time I could see clear annoyance playing on his face. I looked at him, quizzically.

"True love awaits!", He exclaimed a little too loudly to be comfortable. Rolling his eyes once and finally telling me once last time to open the bag he left. As soon as I look at the driveway, it easily hits me why he was so pissed, and why i saw an oddly worried look cross his features.

A gorgeous boy with chocolate skin and kinky curls in his hair stride down my driveway with his long legs. Wearing a smile full of white teeth and perfectly plump lips....Codec Miller.

|End of chapter 2|