That Moment

Chapter 3

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I inquired.

"No. But if Julian tries anything punch him in the gut. He'll back off real quick. Unless he wants to deal with me. Your like my sister. So if he doesn't back off I'll get him for you."

I smile, kneeled down and hugged him, and in return he kissed my cheek showing that he was always going to be there. I sat back on the bleacher and wished him good luck as he ran off. As I sat watching the boys play and practice, I watched as Julian asked his coach a question and left. Once he left the field he took a quick glance at me and sauntered over. He looked me up and down before he reached me. When he did the first words were, 'Why did a beauty like you end up at our football practice?" My first instinct was to puke, but me being me decided to fool the boy. I was very good at acting, so accents and personality flips were my specialty. I replied with my best impression of Jacob's mom and loyal sister act.

"Don't call me that, my brother is on the field so I would appreciate it if you could back off. I'm waiting for him to finish practice because he's my ride." I countered.

"Oh. Sassy I see. I like sassy-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"I said back off, jerk." That's when the touching happened. First my arms, then my shoulders. "Stop." I demanded, no response. "Stop." I demanded louder, still no response. "I said stop!" I yelled. That's when Jacobs ears caught my voice. He stood there for a second, analyzing the situation then charged. He looked about like a charging rhino, obviously not good for Julian, but good for me. As Jacob stampeded over and parcored the fence, Julians hands had already grabbed my face and pulled me into a forced kiss. Jacob, luckily, bulldozed him over after a second of Julian kissing me.

"What the heck man!" Julian yelled.

"Do not touch her. Don't look at her. Don't even think of her, or I swear on my father's grave you will not live to see tomorrow. Do you understand?" Jacob declared, holding back his anger, hatred and rage.

"I see what I want, I get what I want." He replied, smirking at the thought that he won.

"I said don't touch her."

"Who made you think that I care?"

"This." He spat, venom lacing the word, and that's when Julian's head flew backwards. Honestly, it would be an understatement if I told you that he looked like a fish flopping down to the ground. Jacob rubbed his fist and looked at me.

"Hold on."

He jumped over the fence and told his coach that his mom had stuff she had planned for the remainder of the day and was told to do whatever he needed to do. Soon he was running back to me and was stomping back over to Julian. Jacob bent over and picked Julian up by the shirt.

"If I ever see you lay a finger on her again I will not hesitate to make your insides turn inside out." He threw Julian back and rushed to my side. We stood there for a moment and watched Julian scamper back to the field.

Jacob looked at me, and enveloped me in a hug. Hot, burning tears flowed down my cheeks as I sobbed. I clenched my teeth and gripped the back of his shirt of which I have soaked with tears. Jacob stood there, arms reassuring me that he wasn't leaving until I was done.

When I had finished we went into the hall that contained the locker rooms. Jacob entered the boys locker room and gathered his things. I sat there for a second before the door opened to reveal Jacob with jeans, a sweatshirt and different shoes on.

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