It Hurts When You Suddenly Love Me

I woke up to hear Ryan's footsteps on the hallway floorboards. Creaking gently under his weight, I smiled a little, knowing I was still in his house. My eyes wandered the room, seeing that it was almost five. I lifted myself up, the pain from earlier residing slowly. Ryan's steps stopped at the door. Oh, that's what woke me up. Figures. I shivered and put the thermometer in my mouth.1

The door opened slowly, and I heard a low grumble of curse words. That scent...why was it I could smell him a mile away. I could pick Ryan's out. But why in the hell was I smelling Jacob? And then I knew why. He didn't know I was still at Ryan's. He had assumed that we already went up to the school. But I'd called in after my little episode earlier, so I thought someone might know. I sat up some more and the thermometer beeped, claiming that I was 95.1 now. It was a change and step up from earlier. Thank god. 2

Jacob walked through the door, and Ryan growled. I could feel the urge to chuckle coming from Jake's mind, though I knew I was probably stupid. Then again, it was Jacob. "So she's still here?" He said, walking through the doorway to where I was. "Well, hello Kayla. I've been informed your sick. Your not faking so you can bang your boyfriend, right?" I wanted to smack the son of a bitch. Why is it I loved this boy, even though he did nothing nice for me. "Er, Ryan here's the thermometer. I'm only a step up though. And Jacob leave me alone" I didn't dare stare into the eyes again. I refused to get anywhere close to hypnotized by them. 3

"Oh, I'm teasing. So I guess I won't be seeing if you needed a ride...well..." Ryan's phone rang, cutting Jacob off. "Shit" He ran to the other room, leaving me and the fake beaner alone. "Hmph" He huffed and looked to me, even though I was lying back on the couch, curled into a ball. "You feel that bad?" He asked, completely unaware of the pain my legs felt now. My stomach still hurt and my throat itched from puking so much. I only nodded, pulling one of the blankets over my head. "Oh! No hiding that pretty face from me." I hissed and kept still. Jacob was stronger than me, sadly, and pulled the cover off. I still rejected the emerald eyes waiting to gaze into mine. 4

"Why do you hate me so much?" Jake asked, using the very words I used on him. "Because you hurt me so much" I answered, I looked at the pattern in the couch, mesmerized by it, or so it seemed to me. "Why don't you look at me like you used to?" He asked, acting as thought he was sad. I didn't have to look, I could tell. "Because your eyes are annoying" I answered truthfully. He sighed and then glared at me. "What? So now you don't like me?" I gasped, but it was so inaudible, only God would've known I did it. Jacob was dating my band daughter; my little girl. And he was pissed at me for not liking him? What the hell was up that!5

"No, I never did." Bullshit. I knew we both knew it was a lie. Jacob smirked, "Right, so all those poems and stories you write about me. Every conversation with Haleigh...face it, Kayla. You're fucking obsessed. I hear your computer has a folder dedicated to pictures of me, big and small." Another satisfying theory, at least to his ears. I was now annoyed. Ryan had just came back, the phone in hand. "Yeah mom, she's okay now." Pause. "Yes, I know. I'll see you when yo-" Another pause. Now a growl and he was out of the room, yelling something along the lines of 'I didn't do it'. I didn't understand, nor did I care. Jacob leaned closer to me. 6

"I win, don't I?" He still questioned, stroking my face with a finger. "Don't you need to go to band, pervert?" I asked, smiling viciously. He kicked my thigh, but the pain was just more pleasure. I swore, I moaned in my mind. But I was too infused with his real laughter at my pain to realize I might have actually done it. Here it was, my fantasies, coming true. He was laughing at my pain. "You like that?" He said, doing it again. Nope. Evidently my moan of 'pain' actually sounded like pleasure. I sat straight up, kicked him in the balls, and kicked him to the floor, pinning him. "You may want to note that you don't fucking mess with me when I am sick!" I whispered loudly, letting him go after violently shaking him. A smile crept to his lips still. 7

"Kitty's got claws" I heard a voice say in the hall, noticing James decided to walk in. "JAMES! GET THE FUCK OUT!" I heard Ryan yell, obviously off the phone with his mother. "Well, that's my cue. Catch you later, cutie." And with that, Jacob walked out the door with James.8

So why didn't my love for him go away too?