Pieces of Love

Chapter 29

Jacob

I didn't know what took over my brain when I decided to kiss Emma. My brain was in a daze, but I continued to kiss her as gently as my inexperienced lips could. My hands cupped her cheeks and my thumb subconsciously wiped away any remnants of tears. Then a thought hit me, hard: I just gave away my first kiss to Emma.

The girl who I gave away my first kiss to was as inexperienced as me. She froze at first, but I soon felt a hesitant hand on my shoulder. The kiss barely lasted ten seconds, but the electrifying feeling that Emma gave me was strong enough to last a lifetime. She smelled like a music room, the somewhat soothing aroma of polished wood washed over me and I leaned in closer to her, my lips moving ever so slowly. Her lips were really soft, and I was shocked by the overwhelming sense of need I felt for her.

We pulled away, eyes wide with flushed cheeks. Emma's hand shot up to touch her lips, a look of disbelief on her face. We were just two fourteen year olds, well fifteen, in Emma's case, who just had their first kisses. At this point of time, an unbiased third party would be judging us for being in this situation at such a young age. But then again, age was just a number.

In other words, I didn't regret the kiss one bit. Emma seemed to be fighting for words. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, and then closed it again.

Perhaps it's the rush of the kiss. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment. Perhaps it was the fear that Isaac would beat me once again. No matter what, the question slipped through my lips, and my heart waited in anticipation and pure fear for her answer.

"Will you go out with me?"

Emma looked stunned. Then a breathtakingly gorgeous smile made its way on her face.

"Are you kidding me? Yes!"

She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer until we were pressed flush against one another. Her sudden boldness took both of us by surprise and Emma flushed a bright red, lowering her head. My hand lifted her chin up to meet me in the eye, and I bent down to capture her lips once again.

Emma was more eager this time, letting her hands roam over the base of my neck, before caressing my hair. I stroked her hair, and my hands slid down her arms to rest on her hips. Emma's touch was burning its way into my skin, but I didn't mind, for only she could make my heart beat as fast as how it its beating right now. I felt giddy. For this time, Emma was mine.

We eventually emerged out of the music room, a grin etched on my face. The euphoria that I felt when Emma agreed was simply indescribable. My hand found its way into hers and I squeezed it gently, offering her a close-lipped smile. To my surprise, Emma blushed lightly and used her free hand to tuck some strands of hair behind her ear.

"I feel like everyone here knows what's going on," Emma admitted quietly, before burying her head into my shoulder. I chuckled at her shyness, one of the qualities that made me fall for her.

"There's hardly anyone here. Everyone's either in the cafeteria or out in the school field, you know that right?" I said amusedly.

"Oh shut up."

We turned a corner to head to Emma's locker, when I caught sight of the brown-haired boy who was the reason for Emma's former rejection towards me. I heard an intake of breath coming from Emma and her grip around my arm tightened. I glanced at her, before gently prying her hands away from me.

"What are you doing?" she hissed but I paid her no attention as I marched towards Tom. Grabbing him firmly by the shoulder, I whispered in his ear, "I know what you did with Emma."

Tom froze, but didn't show any signs of weakness as he turned around. He glared me in the eye, before saying, "That's none of your business. And anyways, she was boring."

Outraged, I made to punch him in the face but he dodged. Laughing mockingly, he glanced over my shoulder to a stock-still Emma, gave her a taunting wave before sauntering away. An uneasy silence filled the atmosphere.

"Come on Jake, let's go. He's not worth our time," Emma voiced out, her voice shaky. She wrapped her arms around mine and pulled me away from my spot.

"What do you even see in him?" I blurted out the question that was dominating my mind.

Emma sighed tiredly. "He was always a charmer. I guess I just fell for his charm," she said with dejection in her tone. I didn't know what to feel about that. A part of me felt jealous that Emma would use to like someone other than me, but that was selfish of me to think of that. It wasn't as if I didn't have crushes in the past; it's just that Emma stood out more than other girls.

Emma looked worriedly at me. "There's nothing to get worked up about. What happened in the past stays in the past. Look at us now." She took hold of my hand and squeezed it tightly. My heart started racing again.

"Let's get you to class now. Lunch's almost over," I chose to reply, pulling her closer and placing a kiss on her forehead, inhaling her comforting scent.

"Jake! Not here!" she forcefully pushed me away, before looking around wildly to see if anybody noticed.

I chuckled. That's my girl.