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Chapter Fourteen
"Leah! Leah, what's wrong?!" Jack knelt down to look at me (he was mush taller than me).
"It-It's Patrick," I sniffled.
"What did he do?" Jack stiffened, his face turning into a protective mask.
"Jack," I wiped tears from my eyes.
"No! What did he do?!" He stood up angrily.
"Why were you so mad at Patrick the night from the beach? I mean, yeah, what he said was uncalled for, but you were really throwing fist after fist into his face," I looked at Jack expectantly.
"Because. I heard what he said to Cassandra before getting into the car," Jack crossed his arms, "And then he has the NERVE to act like I* was wrong for ALMOST kissing Cass."
"W-what did he say?"
"Leah, no."
"What. Did. He. Say?"
"He said, 'I'll call you later, babe.'"
"Maybe you heard him wrong...?" I threw out hopefully, my stomach churning.
"Leah, he was bragging about it later. I overhead him and Luke."
"Why is he doing all of this?" I felt my eyes watering up agian.
"Cause he doesn't know what he's missing out on. The fact that he has the greatest girl in the world in love with him, and all he wants to do is get in her pants," Jack ran his hands through his hair.
"Cass said something weird in her voicemail," I looked up at Jack with new eyes.
"Oh yeah?" He turned to me.
"Yeah. Seh said she never saw me with Patrick. She saw me with someone else."
"Who?" Jack leaned against the trunk of a tree.
"Well, she said you," I waited for a reaction from him. He smiled at me.
"Weird. Me and you? We're just friends!" He laughed.
"Y-yeah. That's what I said." Somehow, something inside of me was actually disappointed. Upset he didn't like me like that. But he's just like a brother to me. It would be weird.
"Leah," Jack walked over to me.
"Hmm?" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Come with me," his brown eyes searched mine.
"Where?" I smiled.
"Around Europe. Come with me. We'll go to Spain. Italy, Ireland, Great Britain, the works. We'll go to Paris! Come with me," He put his arms on my shoulders, excitment pulsing through him.
"Jack, I don't know if Notre Dame will let me put off school," I smiled at the ground.
"Then ask them! Tell them you need a year off because a realtive died! Whatever it takes!"
"Jack..." I started, but he cut me off with a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and he lifted me off the ground; twirling me around.
"Promise me?" Jack broke away.
"I-I promise," I laughed.
"You'll do it?" He sarted laughing too.
"Mhmm! I'll do it!" I was nodding and laughing. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder; spinning me again.
"Jack!" I was screaming and laughing so hard. Once he set me down gently, he kissed me again.
"Leah, this'll be so great! A year off of school! A year away from everything! You can work on Spanish!" He knew I wanted to be a Spanish teacher, "and I can work on my painting. We'll live in these housing buildings where they keep the backpackers! It'll be so great!" He kissed me one more time, smiling.
"Jack, what the hell?!" We both turned and saw Patrick standing in the back door of Jack's house, fists clenched.
I had a feeling another fight was about to break out.
Chapter Fourteen
"Leah! Leah, what's wrong?!" Jack knelt down to look at me (he was mush taller than me).
"It-It's Patrick," I sniffled.
"What did he do?" Jack stiffened, his face turning into a protective mask.
"Jack," I wiped tears from my eyes.
"No! What did he do?!" He stood up angrily.
"Why were you so mad at Patrick the night from the beach? I mean, yeah, what he said was uncalled for, but you were really throwing fist after fist into his face," I looked at Jack expectantly.
"Because. I heard what he said to Cassandra before getting into the car," Jack crossed his arms, "And then he has the NERVE to act like I* was wrong for ALMOST kissing Cass."
"W-what did he say?"
"Leah, no."
"What. Did. He. Say?"
"He said, 'I'll call you later, babe.'"
"Maybe you heard him wrong...?" I threw out hopefully, my stomach churning.
"Leah, he was bragging about it later. I overhead him and Luke."
"Why is he doing all of this?" I felt my eyes watering up agian.
"Cause he doesn't know what he's missing out on. The fact that he has the greatest girl in the world in love with him, and all he wants to do is get in her pants," Jack ran his hands through his hair.
"Cass said something weird in her voicemail," I looked up at Jack with new eyes.
"Oh yeah?" He turned to me.
"Yeah. Seh said she never saw me with Patrick. She saw me with someone else."
"Who?" Jack leaned against the trunk of a tree.
"Well, she said you," I waited for a reaction from him. He smiled at me.
"Weird. Me and you? We're just friends!" He laughed.
"Y-yeah. That's what I said." Somehow, something inside of me was actually disappointed. Upset he didn't like me like that. But he's just like a brother to me. It would be weird.
"Leah," Jack walked over to me.
"Hmm?" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Come with me," his brown eyes searched mine.
"Where?" I smiled.
"Around Europe. Come with me. We'll go to Spain. Italy, Ireland, Great Britain, the works. We'll go to Paris! Come with me," He put his arms on my shoulders, excitment pulsing through him.
"Jack, I don't know if Notre Dame will let me put off school," I smiled at the ground.
"Then ask them! Tell them you need a year off because a realtive died! Whatever it takes!"
"Jack..." I started, but he cut me off with a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and he lifted me off the ground; twirling me around.
"Promise me?" Jack broke away.
"I-I promise," I laughed.
"You'll do it?" He sarted laughing too.
"Mhmm! I'll do it!" I was nodding and laughing. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder; spinning me again.
"Jack!" I was screaming and laughing so hard. Once he set me down gently, he kissed me again.
"Leah, this'll be so great! A year off of school! A year away from everything! You can work on Spanish!" He knew I wanted to be a Spanish teacher, "and I can work on my painting. We'll live in these housing buildings where they keep the backpackers! It'll be so great!" He kissed me one more time, smiling.
"Jack, what the hell?!" We both turned and saw Patrick standing in the back door of Jack's house, fists clenched.
I had a feeling another fight was about to break out.
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