Time Flies

Chapter Eleven

As I danced about my room, smiling, the phone rang. I shouted to no one in particular, "I got it!". I picked up the phone. 

"Yello?" I say, laughing silently to myself. 

"Hey Tal, it's Jake," He says seriously. I scrunch up my face and wonder what on Earth is going through that boy's mind. One minute he's glaring at Dylan and the next he's calling me up. Like I said, boys are definitely more confusing than girls. 

"Oh, hi," I reply in the the same tone, but a bit less serious. 

"Do you wanna go up to the park or something? Just hang out..." He sounded somewhat nervous and I rolled my eyes. Boys...

"Sure. Come over when you're ready, I'm just gonna change real quick," 

"OK, bye." He says and the line clicks dead. Shrugging, I change into a pair of basic leggings and a purple Victoria's Secret Pink t-shirt over a white cami. I slipped on my converse and walked down the stairs. 

I once again shouted to no one in particular, "I'm going to the park with Jake! Text me if you need me!" 

Holding my iPhone in my hand, I sat on the front porch waiting for Jake to come. Within two minutes he showed up, smiling shyly. 

"Hey, Tal," He spoke as if nothing was wrong. Giving him a skeptical look, I climbed into the truck and we headed off towards the park just a half a mile away from our houses. After a five minute drive, we arrived at the completely vacant park. 

That's weird...

JAKE'S POV-

I was fuming inside, raging about that jerk-off Dylan who had simply kissed her on the head and hugged her. Why was I being so over protective? I honestly had no freaking clue...

Talia and I were walking through the park now, and I couldn't help but notice the way her hair was lit up, shining in the bright sunlight. She wasn't wearing any makeup besides mascara, I could tell. And honestly I thought it was amazing that she never wore much makeup, if any at all. 

Most of a girl's weight now a days is all from her makeup. But Talia isn't like that -- she didn't even give a crap about what I thought of her when we first met! She's that free-spirited person you just can't help but love. As a friend, of course. She really was one of the best friends a guy could ask for. 

"So, why did you drag me to the park, Mr. Mysterious?" She asks, teasing me. 

I chuckled lightly and shrug, "It's a nice day!" 

She rolls her eyes, "And it would be even better if I could take a nap!" 

"Nah, you're with me," I smirk at her but she pushes me off the bench we were sitting on. 

"Wish I wasn't!" She sang and began running away from me, cackling like a maniac. I rolled my eyes and chased after her. Once I finally caught her, I grabbed her from behind, lifted her up, and spun her around. 

"Got'cha," I whispered into her ear, gently setting Talia down. Sh blushes then covers it up with an evil smile. 

"Not as much as I got you!" She exclaimed, running away once more. She shimmied her way up the tube slide on the miniature jungle gym -- the one I was too tall to set foot on. 

"Come on, Talia! That's no fair!" I fake pouted but she just laughs. Then looking out past me, her face fell. Confusion washed over me as I turned around. I once again grew angry as I saw the sight before me. 

And oh, was I gonna kick his sorry ass. 

TALIA'S POV- 

My face fell the moment I spotted him with her. Mary, my own sister, was here at the park, having a full on make-out session with Dylan. My breathing just stopped and I froze. There was the feeling of a tear trickling down my face. And to think, I almost let myself fall for him. 

I scolded myself -- I wished it was an almost. But no, I had allowed myself to full on fall for him the second he offered me a ride home. Why would he do this to me? I knew the answer, deep down inside. I just didn't want to face it right now. 

Another wave of betrayal hit me. Why would my sister do this to me? I mean he's younger than her anyways, why would she make-out with him? Besides, she had known I was coming here. Maybe this is her way of proving to me that she really is the favorite. 

"Talia?" Jake whispered sadly. I could hear a hint of anger, dripping from his tone. His next words were a bit more angry, "I think we should go." 

I silently nod and make my way down, next to Jake. We walk to his truck which was, as fate would have it, right past the two's make-out spot. I just kept walking though, and Jake followed me. When we walked past Dylan, I spat lowly, "Asshole." 

He jumped out of shock but I was already in the truck and we were driving away by the time he could even register everything. He was clueless, which so obviously meant that it could've only been Mary who wanted to hurt me. 

Let me tell you, it's not that surprising to me. But I couldn't help but feel confused as to how Jake and I went from ignoring each other to best friends again in ten minutes. Well, I guess that's what happens when the fight's with your best friend.