The door swings open and Jake emerges, his eyes lighting up with amusement at the sight of me. The corner of his lips twitch upwards as he leans against the doorway —
"Muffin, get dressed."
"Nope, I'm quite happy where I am." I smile, sinking further into my bed sheets. I'm dressed in one of Jake's white tee shirts with my grey jogging bottoms underneath. A jar of Nutella is balanced professionally in my lap and I'm currently licking the spoon.
The last thing on my mind is getting dressed.
"Why don't you come join me?" I suggest, holding out the spoon towards Jake. Sharing Nutella is a huge step for me, he should feel honoured.
"As amazing as that sounds, I want to take you out." Jake smiles, glancing up at me from under his dark lashes. I pause, butterflies fluttering in my stomach from his words.
"Where to?" I ask calmly, shoving another huge spoonful of nutella in my mouth which tastes heavenly.
Seriously, which God created Nutella?
The chocolate gods and I owe him everything.
Possibly my first born child.
Jake walks over to me and grabs the nutella jar from my hands, shaking his head. I protest and reach forward to grab it back, my mouth still full of the chocolately goodness. Jake raises an eyebrow at me and I pout, folding my arms.
"Where to?" I repeat, eyeing up the jar to strike when the time is right.
"It's a surprise. I'm taking you on a date."
"Like a date with you?" I ask nervously, biting down on my lower lip. To hide the excitement building up inside me, I lung for the Nutella. Jake is faster than me and raises it high into the air, way out of my reach. I whine and jump, attempting to grab it but fail miserably.
"Dear God, my girlfriend's a slob." Jake mumbles and I gasp jokingly, slapping his chest.
"I heard that!" I yell, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Good, I wanted you to." Jake smirks and I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. He rolled his eyes at my behaviour however the affectionate smile on his face never faltered. I like that smile, it made me feel wanted.
"Muffin, you've got ten minutes."
I watched him leave, carrying my nutella jar with him and internally cried from the distance he was putting between me and Nutella.
How does Jake expect me to get dressed for a date in 10 minutes?
I'm not super human.
I ran to my closet, tearing off my clothes as I stood in front of it, in only my bra and underwear. The door opened suddenly and I gasped, dropping down onto the floor behind my bed. I scanned the floor, looking for my clothes but they were lying in a crumpled up heap on the other side of the room, out of reach. Great, this could only happen to me.
"Muffin, where the hell are you?"
I groaned quietly and hid my face in my hands.
"Jake, get out."
"Are you hiding from me?" He questioned.
"Get out! I'll be ready in ten minutes!"
"Muffin, come out, come out, wherever you are."
I heard his footsteps get closer and I did the first stupidest idea that came to mind. I jumped from my hiding spot and ran towards a startled looking Jake. I shoved hard at his body in an attempt to push him out of the room.
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His MissionTeen Fiction
Formally known as The Bad Boys Mission [Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction] Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a home life full of abuse. It's remained a secret for years until she meets the town's rebel, Jake M...