First Punch ➟ Kellic

T W E N T Y N I N E

After me scarfing down my food, Jake at one point exclaiming, "Whoa, Princess, slow down. You're gonna choke," we finally head to his place. I practically speed-walk over, Jake rushing to match my pace.

"Someone's in a hurry," he chuckles as I whip around the corner onto his street. I knew I was being obvious and that he would call me out on it eventually, like he always does. I like it though. I don't want him to hide anything from me.

"Yes, so come on," I say, my voice demanding. I latch onto his forearm, dragging him over to his house. He laughs, not arguing as he jogs to keep up.

There's a car parked out front and Jake warns me, "I think Martina's home. Want to sneak in through the window or risk going in the front door?"

I sigh slightly at the idea of us not being completely alone, but I guess we did get along okay. "She already knows, right?" I ask rhetorically, shrugging. "So I don't care if you don't."

"Okay," Jake nods, smiling. He interlocks our fingers as we approach the front door. I stop though, hesitating.

"You're sure the guys aren't here?" I double check, looking at him worriedly.

"Yeah, Lucas told me they were mad, but went to sit with the girls instead."

I nod, gritting my teeth at the idea of him being friends with girls. Oh my God. He's literally right beside me, and I'm mad that his friends are with girls? I'm crazy. I'm officially crazy.

We walk inside, and Jake assesses my appearance, giving me an unhealthy amount of butterflies.

"I'm assuming you need to borrow shorts?" Jake wonders, looking unimpressed with my tight jeans.

"Yes please," I say, smiling as cutely as I can and hoping that'll help him to not be mad.

"Of course you do," he chuckles, shaking his head and murmuring, "Always stealing my clothes."

"I'm sorry," I say, touching his arm with my freehand. I wasn't exactly planning to do this today.

"I don't mind," he tells me, smiling and kissing my cheek.

We get into his bedroom free of any interactions, and it relaxes me more than I thought it would. Our bedrooms feel like safehouses to me. Here, nothing can touch us. Nothing else matters. Only we exist.

I break from my stare as Jake drops my hand, pulling a dresser drawer open and searching through it. I can't get the smile off of my face. This is my happy place.

"Here, are these okay?" Jake asks, handing me navy blue basketball shorts. They're not black but close enough, and have draw strings so it doesn't really matter what size they are they'll fit me.

"They're perfect. Thank you, Baby" I say, sweetly but also teasingly throwing in the pet-name now that I know he likes it. He smiles and blushes, me using the distraction to sneak in a kiss.

After we separate, we quickly change into more suitable outfits. I can't help but sneak peaks at him the whole time though. Jake catches me just as he finishes and laughs, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway.

"You ready to sweat?" he asks, a flirtatious look in his eye.

I laugh, shaking my head at him and competitively replying, "I think the question is: are you ready to sweat."

He smiles, looking away. He has this adorably discrete, shy smile on his face. The expression reminds me of when he thinks about his mom. Shit. Maybe it's not a good thing that I'm similar.

"What?" I ask, stepping in front of the back door to stop him from opening it. "Did I remind you of your mom or something?" Jake still has a smile on his face and shakes his head. "Okay, then...what? Why are you looking at me like that?"