My Hijab,Jake and I.

Chapter Eleven/Finally..

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Jake

The plan was to come down, see the folks, kelly, the Jahan’s and hang out with the boys then head back up. That was the plan. A good plan. Hey, man with a plan that was me. Then Kelly had to go and emotionally black me into staying.

Boy was she good. If I knew any better I think she had it planned all along. My kid sister is going to be winning academy awards in the future. She is going to be a fantastic actress one day. No kidding.

I’m a huge sucker for falling for it all. It was the water works, that was the last straw. She knew damn well that I hate to see tears in her eyes. In fact I hate to see tears in any females eyes, especially the ones that I love.

So hear I am. Staying for a week. It's half term and Kelly wants me to take her to all the favourite places we go during the holidays. The cinema, the shopping center and the bloody zoo. That little madam has me wrapped around her little finger. But I’ve missed her so much so I’m going to make up for lost time.

Settling myself in my room I put my hand up against the wall thinking of Medina. The way she looked earlier when I had popped over to their house had me acting like a silly idiot. It took a lot of willpower on my behalf to quit staring at her like a lovesick puppy. She was wearing a traditional dress that was modest but also very feminine. She looks good in anything in my opinion but I wonder how she will look nak….. Ahhhhh.

I punched the wall without thinking. Shit. It's late and she is probably asleep. I turned off the lights and walked to the window. Opening it, I sat out and looked out at the beautiful starlit sky. It never seizes to amaze me, the natural wonder of just staring at the pitch darkness and the glistening little jewels dotted here and there. I could sit for hours gazing. Losing myself in the moment. I’m such a pansy when it comes to things like this but I don’t give a shite. I love it..

I’m quiet at peace when suddenly somethings shifts and without thinking I sense her presence. I don't know how long she has been there but it must have been before me for I did not hear her window open. I remained silent, waiting.

Shit after a couple of minutes I couldn't hold back no longer. Without turning around I spoke.

‘’Are you just going to stand there and not say anything at all’’. I was supposed to sound calm but it came out harshly.

A few seconds passed , I was going to…

‘’What do you want me to say?’’ She replied softly.

I ran my fingers through my hair. Her voice alone makes me feels things that I shouldn't be feeling but damn I've missed her.

‘’I don't know.. Anything.. Something’’.

A pause

‘’How was it up North’’?

Seriously!! What the hell.

‘’You haven't seen me in almost four months and that's all  you want to ask to me, Medina’’? This time I was angry. Frustrating girl.

Another pause.

‘’Why are you so angry.?’’

‘’I’m not angry..I’m just….’’

‘’You are. I know when you are. So stop saying you aren't’’. Her voice to has risen a level.

‘’Fine Medina. If you know me that well, then maybe you should tell me, why I’m feeling angry’’. I know I sound childish but I don't care.

Yep another frigging pause.

‘’I don't know what you want me to say. I have no answer for that’’. She replies softly

Damn.

This time I do turn around so I can see her. The light from her window gives me a clear view of her and my breath catches in my throat. She hasn't realised that I’m now watching her. She has her arms crossed and her head is resting on it as she is looking upwards. Her long beautiful her is tied loosely at the back, a few stray strands have escaped and are dangling over the window sill.

Damn. My gut clenches. Why? Why does she have this affect on me? She doesn't even have to do anything. She doesn't seek attention yet she draws me in. Her dress sense is very modest yet I find her alluring in anything she wears. Her whole mannerism everything about her has me captured like a love sick fool.

She must have sensed something for she looks up and turns my way. Double pow to my heart and my gut. We stop and stare. I dare not breath in case she breaks the contact. Her gaze wanders over my face and I do the same. My gaze lingers on her mouth. She has beautiful lips, full and pouty. Reluctantly I look back up to see that she is looking down avoiding my eyes.

‘’Why do you do this to me Medina? Why do you make me feel this way?’’ I ask her quietly. My heart is beating so fast as I continue staring at her downcast face.

I wait.

And wait.

Finally she looks up and cast her eyes my way again. Looking me straight in the eye.

‘’I can ask the same of you Jake’’. She replies softly.

Standing up she withdraws and closes her window, drawing the curtains.

I just stare at the place she was moments ago in shock. What? Did she…? Wait..?

I leave the window open and make my way to bed in a daze. Settling I put up my hand against the wall. Seeking a connection.

Smiling like an idiot I finally found what I was looking for. I now know that my feelings are not one sided. She feels the same. Her answer was more than enough for me, especially when she called me Jake. This is the first time ever she has called me by that name. She has always  called be JW ever since we were kids.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not but I don't give damn. I have been waiting for this moment  for a long time. I’m a fool for thinking this way. There is so much hurdles to go thorough. The biggest one being that she is a muslim and I’m not but the way I’m feeling right now anything is possible.

I need to think over a few things. Maybe call uncle Joe to say that I have decided to stay. I do not want to lose this slight victory. They say being in love can make you do things that you were not capable of. Well Maybe I should test that theory.

I know what you’re thinking. Come on,really... you’re young, What the hell do you know about love. Well I do know that, yes.. I may be young and there are plenty of willing girls out there but I don't a give a damn about that.

What I do know and I can't help smiling like an idiot about it..is this...Medina Jahan in her own complicated way has just confirmed her feelings for me. It’s all I need . I want to hang onto this moment  and let it linger around me.

Eventually sleep came and my dreams were optimistic for once.