He glares and tries to take my wrist.
“That’s not very gentlemanly of you.”
He grabs it, and I do the only thing I have ever learned about self-defense for boys. I kick him in the balls, and he gets disoriented, falling onto his knees.
“Pathetic.” I utter to him. “Hope I never see your excuse of a person in front of me ever again.”
I go to Amanda, almost running, and take her arm, leading her far from there.
Oh myfuckinggod. That could’ve gone so badly.What was I thinking?
I stop running with Amanda, and we’re in front of the ice cream place.
“Why did you help me?” Amanda asks reluctantly.
“Look, no matter how much we dislike each other,no onedeserves to be treated like that.” I let out, looking at her by the corner of my eye.
“Thanks.” She says.
I nod and look at the fair. People are starting to appear and check out the tents and activities.Where the hell is Jake?Although I don’t want to see his face, I have to go get him. To do this one last thing.
I sigh and walk to his house. I start to get nervous as I reach it. This awful will to hurl everything in my stomach appears, and I breathe.I just have to get in and take him to the stage.
I walk in and go upstairs. I pass by Alana in the corridor, and she nods. I open the door to his bedroom, and it’s empty. I hear water and realize he’s in his bathroom, probably taking a shower.Now?Seriously…
I sit in his bed and wait. Suddenly, music starts playing, andYou Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovibursts from the speaker inside, and I lie back and just listen. When the music ends, another one starts, but I can’t hear what song it is. And then he starts singing. Is he singing- Is he singingOne Direction?After giving me shit for listening to them? This is going to be good.
I enjoy the mix between Jake’s voice and Harry’s voice when suddenly the bathroom door opens. I sit up straight, and I can’t help but smirk. When he sees me, he freezes, and the bridge to the song continues.
He desperately tries to turn off the song, and after a few seconds, he succeeds. I give him one look and break. I laugh so much it’s hard to breathe. He makes an “angry” face, and I laugh even harder.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” He says through gritted teeth.
“This is awesome.” I let out a sigh and smile.
“I likeonesong. That’s it.” He justifies, pointing a finger at my face.
“Let’s pretend that’s true.” I make a satisfied face, and he breathes out pissed off.
Wait agoddamnminute. Itseemsthat he only has a towel around his waist, and I just noticed, and now I’m staring- That wet hair all messy and the water drops going down his stomach…
“Like what you see, Brown?” He smirks, looking down at me.
I look up, my cheeks burning.
“I-I’ll wait for you outside.” I cough nervously and practically run outside.
I stared so hard. I face palm and sigh. And that’s when I remember last night. The same way we watched each other completely and unashamedly. I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. Quit crying.
His door opens. He looks at me, and a little smirk comes out.
I get up fast and glare.
“Just shut up.” I say, and then I start to sing One Direction. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” He asks desperately.
“Nope.” I smile, and his eyes turn dark, as the conversation from this morning hits us right in the face. I avert my eyes and look forward.
“We’re good, right?”
