The jerk in my house.

He flashes back, while she tries to make things better

HAHAHA. I know , why part 2 yuh might ask? It's because wattpad accidentally( I think or maybe on purpose) published by chapter4 when it wasn't complete. I Why would wattpad do that to me. Prolly think I have a bit of a face problem . :P Anyways I didn't want to comtinue the rest of the chapter in that one so I made a part 2 :D

OFF you go.

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Jake's POV

God. Why must she be so....? Argh . I slammed my palms to the starring wheel, frustratedly. She looked at me, her eyes teary . I ignored her and focus my eyes on the road.

Does she really hate me that much? Is it because of what i did to her when she was in the 8th grade? Cause honestly I don't regret what I did. But why did she had to run away from me after that?

I think about that day everyday . The moment when I held her in my arms and kissed her in the rain on the sidewalk near our favourite Haagen daaz ice-cream shop. The kiss, it didn't last long. She ran away after realizing that her best friend was kissing her. Ever since we were kids , I've always had a huge crush on her. But to her, I was always the gay best friend she'd talk about all her crushes to. If only she knew how much it hurt me inside. I never had the guts to let her know how I felt, I didn't want to risk loosing her. She meant too much to me. But that day, I couldn't resist. She looked so beautiful. She was breathe taking, and she was just being her. I remebered how she always was mentioned that she's always wanted to be kissed in the rain . It was raining, and I took the risk. I was hoping that that would show the romantic side of me to her. I was hoping that that would sweep her off her feet. I guess , I was only a friend to her after all. But whatever. I've move on. I have a smoking hot girlfriend and I'm popular. The question is, is Ashley worth winning back? Whether as a friend or whatever. Because right now, it seems that I should just give up. It's not like she cares anyways.

Once we've reached home ( By saying home, I mean her house ) . She immediately ran out of my car and stomp her way into the house.

She's not worth it.

Ashley's POV

I know I kept saying that he's a jerk and all, well he still is, but when those words came out from his mouth..... my heart sanked. Did he meant it? " Let's just forget it " . I-I can't forget it that easily. I do hate him. I hate him for doing what he did to me. For doing it , and then moving on so quickly. But knowing that he tried to mend our friendship and that this time it's me who screwed up , doesn't exactly make me feel any better.

"What have you guys been doing?" I looked at Dan and Lance from head to toe. They were covered in egg and flour. Have they been messing around again? What happened to coming up with a plan?

"Woahhh, what happened?" Jake took his biket jacket off at placed in on the dining chair.

'Ding' the sound of the timer from the oven. So their plan B was to bake a cake? I'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn out well.

Lance held up the cake that he and Dan baked. I was sure as hell right. Well, where do I start off? To begin with it was all burnt and flat and judging from the texture, It would probably break one's teeth.

"Another failure." Lance threw the cake into the trash can, allowing it to join the rest of the failed cakes.

Lance looked at the clock that hung on the wall. It read ' 5.23 p.m ' . We leave for dinner at 7.

"I'll handle it. You guys go get ready or whatever. " Jake said as he walk away to the kitchen counter. He took an apron and put it on.

"You can..... bake?" Dan asked

"Well, I can't give you a three tiered cake but yes I can bake."

We were all surprise. Who knew that The Jake Hampton could of all things, bake?

"Ehm... sure . Thanks bro." Dan nodded at jake.

Lance gave Jake a half smile. And they both dissapeared out of the kitchen.

I walked over to the bar counter and jumped up onto the high stool. I rested my chin on my palm and watched Jake. I would always do that when Mary cooks, I always find cooking interesting. Mary tried teaching me how to cook, but I ended up burning the kitchen instead. Three times actually.

"What are you looking at?" Jake scowled at me.

"I....just... I don't know." I felt my cheeks turning red.

" Don't you have something else better to do? "

"No. I'll just watch you " I smiled .

"Whatever floats your boat. " He said, sounding annoyed.

I guess he really does hate me now. I have myself to blame for that. He must thing I'm so weird right now, I mean. Of all those days of being mean to him , I'm suddenly being so nice?

"Pass the flour. " He said without looking at me.

I looked around, " Where?" I said blankly.

"It's your house , isn't it? "

Right. Second cupboard third shelf on the right . Why am I suddenly so stupid? Okay. I'm usually stupid. But it's like I've taken an extra doze of stupid.

"Can I help? "

"No. "

"Fine"

I watched Jake as he finshed writing ' Happy Birthday Mom. Love, Ashley, Dan and Lance. ' in cursive .

"Hey , you didn't add your name. " I whinned.

Jake's POV

Why is she being so nice to me? I don't get her. She must be going through some mood swings or something.

"Are you coming to the dinner?" She asked as she grabbed the extra icing cream from the bowl and licked it all.

Why must she be so cute? I want to stay mad at her , but I just can't.

"Only if I'm invited. "

"Yeah. You're basically family anyways . "

*********** Author's note **************

Will upload next chapter if there's at lease more than 15 reads :D xoxox.