Chapter Four - Ride to School
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My alarm for school goes off at 6:30am. I flip over and pull my phone from under my pillow. Turning off the alarm I sit up and stretch.
I get out of bed and walk to my window seat where I laid out my clothes the night before. I strip off my oversized sleep shirt and throw on my clothes. A tight black V neck sweater, sheer black stockings with my favorite plaid skirt. My old scuffed up combat boots, and my jewelry.
I go into the bathroom and apply some light make up. I’ve never been big on makeup. Just some blush on my cheeks and the tip of my nose, fill in my brows, mascara and I’m done.
I brush out my hair, making two braids in the front and pinning them in the back. Anything else would be too much work. My hair grazing the top of the waistband on my skirt.
Looking myself over and feeling satisfied I leave the bathroom.
I gather my back pack and purse off my desk and grab my phone off the bed. Heading downstairs to grab a quick breakfast.
My dad didn’t mention when Jacob was picking me up so hopefully I’ll have time to finish before he gets here.
I walk into to the kitchen off to the left of the living room. Nothing has changed since I was here last so it’s easy finding everything I need. I make a bowl of cereal and sit down to eat.
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I’m just finishing washing my dishes when I hear a knock at the door. Grabbing my stuff I walk to the front door and pull it open. Coming up short and feeling my mouth drop open.
This is definitely not the boy from my fuzzy memories.
I stare. Looking up, because this “boy” is at least 6’4 and I barely come up to his chest. Shaggy black hair, a piece curling over his forehead. Chiseled jaw, thick brows over caramel eyes. Full lips and tan olive skin.
I feel my eyes drop lower. He’s got on a plain white tshirt with a blue Jean jacket over top. Dark wash jeans and what look to be work boots. I can tell he’s muscular underneath the well worn clothes.
I jerk my eyes back up to his face and snap my mouth shut. Realizing he must think I’m insane because I haven’t said a word. Just standing here for at least a full minute ogling him.
Feeling my cheeks heat with a blush I’m sure he’ll notice; I look at his eyes. Then realize I’m not the only one who was ogling. He’s not paying attention. I feel his eyes rove over me. My skin heats and I feel a warmth low in my belly.
Starting to feel nervous I shift on my feet.
“Uh Jacob?”
“Bianca?!” He asks, tearing his eyes away from my legs. Making eye contact with me.
“Who else would I be?” I say with a laugh.
“I mean, obviously Bianca. You’ve just changed. A lot.” I notice his voice has changed just as much and it’s deep and gravelly.
“I’m not the only one” I mumble.
“What?”
“Oh uh nothing, ready to head to school?”
“Yea let’s go” he says with a quick flash of a dimpled smile.
Whatever God in the heavens built him wasn’t being fair to the rest of us. Dimples on top of looking like that?! It’s cruel to us mere mortals. Well sort of mortal in my case.
I follow him down the porch steps after closing and locking the door behind me.
I walk over to the passenger side of his massive black pick up truck. I go to grab the handle but I see his hand shoot out in front of me and pull the door open. When did he get behind me?
I back up quickly so it doesn’t knock me over and I feel myself bump into him. I turn around and slam face first into his chest. I pull back, looking up at him to see he’s grinning like the cat that just ate the canary.
I mumble an apology. Turning back around and feeling myself blush yet again. I’m going to turn into a tomato at this rate. I climb up onto the step on his truck to climb inside. I feel his hand stretch out and press to the small of my back to help.
I pause, breath hitching. Feeling my body warm where his hand is touching. Like electricity buzzing under my skin.
Unfreezing, I climb into the passenger seat and tell him a quick thank you.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I keep glancing at Jacob as he drives us to school. I notice he’s looking at me too when he thinks I’m not paying attention.
Finally breaking the silence he says “So how have you been, I haven’t seen you since we were like 12”
“I..uh I’ve been good. I haven’t really changed that much. What about you?”
“Eh, I’ve been good. Just helping dad on the farm like always. Oh s**t, you should come by this weekend and go riding with me like we used to.”
“Oh God I almost forget about that. I was terrible. The horse never went the direction I was aiming for” I say with a small laugh.
“Ah you weren’t that bad, I’ll refresh your memory. If it doesn’t go well you can just ride with me” he says with a sly grin.
Is he flirting? I don’t know if he’s flirting with me. I don’t know how to f*****g flirt. Wait! Why do I want to flirt back?
What’s happening to me? If I’m not careful, I’m going to go corporeal and that would SO not be good my first day here in Washington.
Ignoring the is he/isn’t he flirting rambling in my head. I respond with “Oh yea sure, my car should be here by Friday so just text me the address. I’m not sure I remember how to get to the farm.”
“No problem, I’ll send it to you after school today. Just put your phone number in my phone.”
He hands me his cell already unlocked. I quickly put my phone number in with shaking hands.
Handing his phone back I look up to see we’re pulling into the school parking lot.
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