A Jacob Black Story (unfinished), Anoymous [ebook reader that looks like a book .txt] 📗

hands felt rough but caressing and I wanted him to hold my hands. He pulled me gently over towards and him and I decided to give in so I perched myself upon him. I rested my feet upon the other chair and he put his arms around me so I wouldn’t fall off. I just melted into him and he held me. I know it sounds weird because we only just met but I could tell Jacob was the kind of guy you would just want to hug all the time. I almost fell asleep until Jake re arranged his position.
I then tucked my legs up and put my feet on the armrest. I positioned my body to slightly face him and we started talking again. We started to get closer and closer.
“I’m so tired. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a long, relaxing sleep” I sighed. He grunted in response. I rested my head on his chest and sighed again. He felt so warm though it was so cold. Then there was a loud bang from inside and it made me jump.
“Are you ok?” Jacob asked. He laughed for a second but then looked worried.
“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that” I smiled in shock. I looked at him to reassure him and he looked back at me. We kept looking at each other for about a minute, and then he leant in towards my face. He wanted a kiss!
I leant in as well and I felt our lips touch. He was so soft and caring with the movement of his lips. He put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face closer. He then put his other hand around the side of my waist and pulled my body closer to him. I put my hands around his neck and played with his hair.
We kept kissing each other until we heard another bang. We both jumped that time.
We looked at each other and then I started to feel a bit awkward. I started to get up and take off his jacket.
“Beth, I’m sorry if I pushed you” Jacob frowned. He got up as well and towered over me. That made it worse for my neck.
“No, it’s ok. I think my parents are calling me. You mind?”
Jacob gestured to the door. “Sure, you go.”
I smiled and turned, tripping on the leg of the chair. Jacob’s arm flew out to catch me. I looked from his arm to his face. He let go and took a step back.
“Sorry.” He murmured. “My reflexes are faster than my thoughts.”
I rubbed at my arm, bruises already forming. Strangely I felt at ease with the whole ordeal, apart from the look on Jacob’s face. “Chill Jake, it’s fine. I have to go. Nice hanging out with you, yeah?” I waited for a response. An attempt at a smile became a pained grimace. I instinctively felt drawn to helping him, but stopped myself. We’d only really just met, and things had already gone far enough tonight. Plus my parents were probably getting rowdy. Dodging the chair I made it back inside.
“Alright love?” My mum cooed placing a hand on my back. “Say thanks to Billy, ‘cos we’re going now.”
“Thanks for having me” I mustered a smile. Completely deflated I turned to the living room and uttered ‘bye’ with a wave of my hand. I got a chorus of ‘byes’ and ‘nice to see you’ back.
As I headed out I turned and saw Jacob staring, illuminated, by the front door. He looked at me with the same strained expression. A sudden burst of anger pulsated through me and I slammed the car door shut, shaking it from side to side.
The kiss I’d found so overwhelming, had excelled all of my expectations on what a first kiss would be like. The softness yet enthusiastic behavior of Jacob seemed to send my body into waves of desire. And yet he goes ruin it by making a simple act of helping catch my fall, into an evil deed on his behalf.

Two
I entered my bedroom and clicked on the lights. I was so tired from the night that I went to bed straight away. Of course, though, I had to change into my pajamas. I was pretty numb from the cold, bitter evening that I didn’t even feel my cardigan coming off. I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. I grabbed my Snoopy pants and tugged them on. I started to take off my top and felt the tender spot on my arm. I examined it further. I turned to the side and saw the light purple patch on my arm. I brushed it with my hand and winced at the pain. Jacob was stronger than I had first thought.
Morning came after a restless night’s sleep. I must have woken 10 times in the night always with the same image; Jacob when I left him last night. To help me get back off to sleep, I’d calm myself by remembering what it felt like to touch and be touched by his generous sized lips.
I lightly brushed over my lips standing in front of my mirror mimicking Jacob’s last night. I looked in the reflection and read the time on the clock sitting upon my bedside table: 6:03am. I obviously wouldn’t go see him now, as it would be ridiculous, stupid, careless… My mind was set. I was going, now.
I hurriedly shoved over the cardigan sprawled over the floor from last night. A buzz of adrenaline shot through my veins. I was on a high, and it felt great!
All my senses were heightened so the slow breathing of my parents seemed amplified. Luckily, this was the only sound, other than the desperately in need of repair boiler’s whirring.
I made it out the house, with the light slowly making its way over the tops of the mountains in the vast distance.
I slightly memorized where Jacob lived so I had to use my instincts and go with the best way possible; guessing.
I trudged up the long, winding, endless roads. A few cars splashed past and I had to run out of the way so I wouldn’t get soaked. I thought that I was lost and going completely the wrong way, but then I spotted the recognizable never ending driveway owned by the Black family. I dodged all of the brown, muddy puddles. I walked past their home made garage but heard a clunk from inside. I hesitated for a moment but I had to check.
“Hello?” I shouted. I started to walk inside the garage.
“Hello? Who’s there?” a voice barked back.
I could tell that it was Jacobs’. His tone had a familiar huskiness that could be easily recognized. I felt glad that it wasn’t his dad but with just Jacob it could be just as awkward.
I opened the garage door and was met by Jacob’s stomach. He obviously was going to see who it was. At least we didn’t crash into each other.
“Oh! Hey Beth” he gasped. He then changed to a quiet, difficult tone. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy to start with.
“Hey Jake” I smiled. He stepped back into the garage and carrying on polishing some tools he had laid out. I saw an empty chair to the side of the room so I sat down and tried to compose myself. I saw him look up from his work to look at me several times and I think he was waiting for me to start talking, I don’t think he had anything planned to say.
I did try to start talking but I couldn’t word my sentences correctly. I hoped he could tell I was struggling.
“How’s your arm?” he blurted out from across the room. I looked up to see his chocolate, puppy eyes glancing at me, worried and afraid, looking for answers.
“I … well, it was, um, well, hurting last night, but, uh, it’s ok now” I half smiled. I lied though. The lilac patch had now grown into a solid purple bruise. I didn’t want him to worry though.
He just looked at me for a minute, still polishing away but not really paying attention. He then dropped his tools on the bench and walked over towards me.
I was uncertain on what he was planning. He knelt in front of me. Even though it should make him smaller than me, being on his knees, I was actually ended up face to face with him.
He lifted up his slighted black hands and reached towards my wounded arm and put his hand upon my bruise. I flinched slightly at the pressure he applied and he stood me up immediately.
I got slightly light-headed. I swayed a little and Jacob grabbed my waist to help my balance. I was afraid he was going to get all psycho on me again. He surprised me actually.
“You need some ice for that bruise” he said sternly. He led me out of the garage and into his house. All the time though I was thinking about how calm he kept himself. He must have sorted himself out last night. I had to admit, though, he did seem kind of protective. I mean, compared to the boys in my school, who are completes idiots, Jacob was very different.
He opened the squeaky front door slowly. “You’re going to have to be quiet, my dad’s still asleep” Jacob whispered. He led me over to his undersized kitchen and placed my upon his counter.
He got out a plastic bag and put some ice in it. He gestured at my cardigan and I slid it off, he placed it on the back of a chair. He took my right wrist and daintily brushed his fingers up towards bruise. I saw his eyes widen and the size of it and I saw him shudder faintly.
He placed the packet of ice upon it and gasped suddenly. I was bad enough that it was February in Washington, but to make it worse, I now had ice on my arm. Brilliant.
He drew the ice pack away in fear.
"Oh, don't worry" I reassured him. "It's just cold"
Wow. Could I have sounded any more dumb.
Jake smiled slightly. "Yeah, it's ice" I mustered a hinder of a smile and I think that the tension became a little lighter.
He held it there for about 5 minutes. During those five minutes we didn't talk much. I could see that Jacob was feeling a little awkward obviously because of last night. I felt really sorry for him. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't get the courage, though I should say something before I leave. That's why I was here in the first place.
Jake took the ice pack off and chucked it in the sink. I started to poke my bruise and I couldn't feel a thing, though it was freezing.
"So" Jake started. Damn. I was just about to talk as well. "You came over pretty early"
I nodded in agreement. I looked down and started to fiddle with my fingers. I didn't feel like telling him that he was all I could think about. That would be weird. "I felt like we left on bad terms yesterday. I wanted to come here and apologize. I didn't mean to be so stubborn"
I looked up at him and saw him grimacing. I could tell that he felt bad too.
"Yeah, I'm sorry that I gave you that bruise" he swallowed. For some strange reason he couldn't even look at it. He then came closer to me. My kneecaps touched the top of his legs when he had finished