Trouble
89. Trouble
🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍
As we leave for school, I notice Jacob being quiet and restless.
“Are you okay?” I ask..
“Hmmm yeah..” he says.
“Okk…”
Looks like he is not in the mood to talk.
How much I am supposed to push if he doesn’t share something with me? I am reluctant to share many things. He doesn’t push me. So I wouldn’t push either.
He asks after a while. “There is something I meant to ask you, Natalie”
I turn and say, “Ok…”
Is he still upset that I didn't reply to his messages yesterday?
Our morning love making session suggests otherwise, though.
God, it was freaking hot. He didn’t make fun of me after hearing about that stupid kink.
“Have you been talking to West?“ He asks.
I grimace. “No.. Wh… Why do you ask?”
“He kinda implied that you guys have been talking…. I don’t mind it to be honest… I will be glad, but I thought you would tell me at least.”
I snort and say carelessly, “No, we are not. He is very much mistaken… We are barely at hi and hellos.”
I am calm on the surface but seething with anger within. Looks like West is back to his manipulative ways. I have to be careful.
Why would he say this to Jacob?
“Did he say anything else?” I am curious if he told Jacob that I agreed to meet him.
“Noo…” He sighs and adds, “I was kinda upset yesterday… so I guess I was overthinking… ”
I feel bad remembering how I didn’t respond to him the whole day. I pull out my phone to see last night’s messages. I feel worse after reading them.
Jacob: ‘I guess I said too much. I am sorry.’
First thing he did was apologize.
Jacob: ‘We still need to talk, but you need to pick my call for that!’
Jacob: ‘I am heading for practice. I hope you are not sleeping in some corner of the school. Although I checked your usual hiding spots to make sure you aren’t left behind like a 5-year-old… See you in the evening?’
Jacob: ‘Are you avoiding me on purpose?’
My eyes go wet thinking how miserable I made him. Even though he is sitting next to me, I reply to him.
Me: ‘I am sorry… for everything I did wrong yesterday.’
‘I love..
Then I erase it, shaking my head. Why would I type that?
Do I really feel that way about him?
Am I in love?
Isn’t this too soon?
I look at him, smiling.
Maybe I am still high from our make-out session this morning.
But it feels good.
“Did you text me?” Jacob asks, glancing at his phone at phone holder.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles. ”Yes or a no, Natalie… What the hell is ‘maybe’ ?"
He says, and I beam at him.
Once we reach school and he parks the car, I grab his arm and pull him towards me. He blinks at me and says, “I know you didn’t get your fair share this morning. “
I roll my eyes and say, “Fuck off Jacob.. “
Then I kiss him. He grabs my ass tight and pulls me onto his lap. But I resist and pull away from him.
I already have a bad name at school. I don’t want to make out in the parking lot with everyone watching. He chuckles and we get out of the car.
I notice Norris walking towards us. He says to Jacob, “Thanks for not putting on a show.”
He snickers and Jacob looks embarrassed. My cheeks turn red too.
Thank goodness I didn't kiss him too long. We stroll inside the school and I see West and Riley walking together. I realize I haven’t checked his message yet. I check my phone again and read.
West: ‘There is something serious I need to talk about.’
I let out a snort.
I am sure it’s some new gimmick. My mind is swirling with warnings about his birthday party, too.
If I get a chance, I will try to skip it.
To be honest, I don’t want to go somewhere where I shared so many memories with him.
….
During the second lecture, the classroom intercom makes an announcement.
“Natalie Relish & Jacob Miller, please come to the principal’s office. Thank you!”
The class hoots and I feel sucker punched.
“Be civil guys!” Our teacher calls out and nods at us to go out of class. I grab my stuff and rush out of the classroom. Jacob follows me.
My mind is teetering on all the things they possibly could out me for.
It’s difficult to make a guess.
Apparently I have been breaking too many rules lately.
They probably saw me sneaking in and out-of-school yesterday.
My palms become clammy as I consider what if they have discovered that we have been sneaking into empty classrooms and closets to make out?
Fuck, that was a wrong thing to do at school.
“Relax.” Jacob says, holding my hand.
I nod and he assures me, “Maybe it’s because we were late for school yesterday.”
Jesus! Will they report this at home?
Anyway, it’s better than being reported that we have been having sex at school.
Oh wait!
Technically, we never had sex at school…
But how would they know?
I am so doomed.
As we sit in the waiting room to get called inside. I anxiously look at the principal’s door, tapping my foot.
Jacob holds my thigh and says, “Stop this! You are too pale…“
I see his lips twitching and I hiss at him, “What the fuck is so funny?“
“Looks like you have never been in trouble,“ He states, amused by his prediction.
An unpleasant memory flashes through my mind. I push it away and shake my head to say, “I am not a rule breaker like you.“
He grins and says, “Are you saying I spoiled you?“
I cannot help but chuckle. “I thought I was the one to spoil you.“
Deflowered you…
I should be proud, but my cheek flame.
After a while, the door opens, and Millie walks out and throws a smirk at me.
What the hell is that about?
“Her name wasn’t called…” I say to Jacob.
“It was an intercom announcement. I think she was in a different class.” He says.
“Oh.“
“Mr. Miller, please go ahead.”
Jacob goes inside and I feel like I have been waiting for an eternity.
I don't like it here.
I get anxious.
Almost a year ago, I was sitting in same spot.
….
“Natalie… You are a bright student. I really hope what I am hearing about you isn't true.”
I looked at him with confusion.
“What do you mean?”
He crossed his arms, clearly uncomfortable.
“Do you know what's been said about you?”
I grew weary. Unable to meet his eyes, I nodded.
“Is it true?”
I felt like I would melt with shame. I shook my head.
….
“Natalie! You can go ahead.” A voice brings me back to the present and I see Jacob walking towards me with a strange expression.
“You ok?” He asks.
I nod and walk inside without asking him what they talked about.
“Mr. Miller, you can leave. It will take her some time.” I hear the receptionist behind me and I feel a twist in my guts.
