Waiting on You

Chapter 6

One year ago.

"That guy is staring at you," I heard Tucker say.

We were sitting in the library, and I was reading while Tucker drew something on his notepad.

"Huh?" I asked.

I had just gotten to the good part in my romance novel. James was about to tell Melody how he felt, ending their dreaded fight.

"That's that Jacob guy," he breaths. "He's been looking over here for like ten minutes... Wait, is he staring at ME? Is he gay?"

I blush, unable to look Jacobs way, horrified by what Tucker was saying. "No," I hiss. "He's not even looking over here."

Tucker raises his eyebrows, making his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. He had glasses freshmen year, and they were two sizes too big.

"Uh, yeah his is," he argues in a whisper. "Look."

I slowly turn my head and look Jacobs way. He looked at me and I felt as if my cheeks would burn off my face.

Jacob is sitting at a table across the room, and I had been trying to act like I had not seen him when I walked in. And the whole time.

I hated the feeling that he gave me. He made my blush and shiver, and every time I saw him, I got butterflies in my stomach. It was unhealthy.

Looking back at my book, I touched my face out of nervous habit.

"Do you like him?" Tucker asked me, his voice cracking slightly. His voice has just started to change. I had been giving him a hard time for months.

I shrug. "No."

"You do."

"No."

"Yes."

"Maybe."

"Ha," he sits back in his chair, satisfied.

"Tucker-"

Suddenly I felt the presence of another person, and when I looked up, my stomach dropped.

I was greeted by big, grass green eyes and dark hair, that fell perfectly onto an olive colored face. Jacob smiled.

"Sorry to interrupt," he says. Compared to Tucker, he is defiantly more manly. If Tucker had heard my thoughts just then, steam would have came out his ears like a cartoon. "Could I talk to Rory for a sec?"

Tucker looked up at him from his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sure."

Jacob stood there in silence for a moment, which felt like years. "Alone?"

Tucker looked at me then, with something in his eyes, hurt? Annoyance? Jealousy?

"Tuck?" I looked at him hopefully.

He brushes his sandy hair from his eyes, pushing back the chair.

A sigh of relief almost escapes my lips. Almost.

Why was I letting this stupid guy get to me? Why was I so nervous when I was around him? This was going against all of my morals...

"So," Jacob interrupted my thoughts abruptly. "Rory."

"Jacob..." I say, feeling like an idiot. But when I see him blush slightly, I know that I don't have anything to worry about.

Yet.

"I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie... With me, sometime," he looks at me cautiously, like I am a bomb, about to explode.

I don't want to get hurt. I shouldn't do this. I can't like him. I can't fall in love. I can't do this.