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How did he get my number?
Why does he care if I’m okay?
My heart begins to pick up speed once again but not because I’m afraid… Because I think Jake cares about me. Why else would he ask how I am? I quickly push the thought to the back of my mind. The boy doesn’t care about people, definitely not me. I decide against ignoring him so I quickly text him back, wondering whether he’ll even respond.
I’m fine, thanks. Em.
I send the text and don’t expect to get a response back immediately. I sit and stare at my phone for a few moments, surprised that he’s texting me.
Where were u today? And if you didn’t already know, it’s Jake.
I ro- my eyes and text him back, a ghost of a smile flickering across my face.
Me- I know it’s you, silly. And I was at home, busy.
Jake- Can I call you?
I hesitate at my phone, taken aback by Jake’s request. I’m afraid if he hears my voice, he’ll sense the pain I’m feeling. I bite down on my lower lip, strangely wanting to hear his voice. I feel so lonely and maybe talking to Jake will take my mind off things…
Me- Sure.
My phone rings instantly and I glance down at it for a second or two, unsure of what to do. Without thinking too hard about it, I answer the phone, holding it up to my ear.
“Hello?” I whisper, my voice quiet and hoarse.
“Hey Emily.”
I smile, liking how my name sounds coming from him. I’m also surprised at how comfortable I feel talking to him.
“Hi Jake.”
“Are you okay?” Jake asks. I notice his voice is deeper than usual with a hint of raspiness.
“Yeah, I’m probably coming down with the flu or something. Have you been sleeping?” I ask him, sounding amused.
“You got me.”
I laugh quietly, pulling the duvet up to my chin. My body sinks into the covers and I sigh, shoulders slumping in relief.
“Do you want me to come round and keep you company? I can bring medicine.” Jake responds, his voice raspy.
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“At half eleven? It’s dark outside.” I respond, ignoring the flutter in my stomach. I can’t believe Jake Melvin just offered to keep me company and bring me medicine.
“I’m a night person,” Jake responds back, humour lining his voice.
“Like a vampire?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty good at the whole blood sucking thing as well.”
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“Gross Jake,” I giggle, his voice washing away any feeling of loneliness. Instead a warm sensation grows inside my chest and a smile stretches across my face.
“I thought all girls love vampires?” Jake jokes. I roll my eyes at his stereotypical thought –
“Not this girl. Besides are you trying to make me love you?”
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My words are risky, directed to be a joke. Once they leave my lips, I instantly regret them. Jake pauses for a moment on the other end, silence falling between us.
“I don’t need to try,” he eventually replies and I immediately scoff, the conversation turning light hearted once again.
“You’re so big headed. Not every girl wants you Jake.”
“That’s where you’re wrong Muffin. No–one can resist my handsome face and bright bubbly personality.” His tone of voice is sarcastic, causing me to giggle once again.
“Are we still describing you? Because that sounds nothing like you Jake.” I respond.
‘Ouch, that hurt Wentworth.”
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” I tease, feelings my cheek ache from the grin on my face. Jake chuckles on the other end and I imagine him smirking, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
Gorgeous blue eyes that resemble the ocean.
‘I’d love for you to kiss it better.” Jake responds without hesitation. I pause, noticing the playfulness right his voice has disappeared. I swallow the lump in my throat nervously, unsure of how to respond.
‘I’ll hold you to that.” I say quietly, a slight shiver running down my spine. Jake pauses on the other line for a brief second –
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“Make sure you do Muffin.”
We end up chatting on the phone for the next hour, talking about all the silly things in life. The conversation never turns deep but I prefer it that way. One thing I notice is that I couldn’t stop smiling and giggling the entire conversation.
After the call, I turn my phone off, putting it underneath my pillow. Jake made me feel better. I don’t quite feel like I’ve just done ten rounds with Mike Tyson and obviously lost.
I close my eyes, drifting off into one of the most peaceful sleeps I’ve had in a long time. My dreams are focused around the people in my life that make me happy. The people who make me smile and cause a warm feeling to settle inside my stomach from the thought of
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Dad, Trish, Grandad, Ivory, Jake…
Yes, even I’m surprised at the last one.
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