Emma
I'm waken up by the plane hitting turbulence. The can of Sprite I had begins to rattle on the small table attached to the seat in front of me.
I scoot in a little closer to Jacob, resting my head on his shoulder. One person in the back starts freaking out. Who the heck could that be?
I peak my head over the back of the seat, only to find Brandon freaking out.
I look at him, trying not to laugh. He makes eye contact with me.
"Emma stop." He says rather loudly, causing a few people on the plane to shush him.
Oh my.
I lay back down, attempting to fall back asleep.
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"Mom!" I yell, running into her arms. We were going to stay back home, and just drive to the event tomorrow."I missed you so much." She says, kissing the top of my head. I smile, hugging her tighter than before.
"Hi Mrs. Anderson." Jacob smiles. I let go of my mom, standing next to Jacob.
Mrs. Sartorius walks over, putting her arm around Jacob.
"We should get going don't you think?" My mom asks. I nod my head, walking away from Jacob.
"Emma." He says. I turn around.
"Yeah?" I ask him.
"I love you." He says, blushing. I put my two hands up creating a heart. We both laugh.
I walk back to the car, following my mom. I'm sure when Jacob gets home, I'll go see him.
The trunk opens, and I place my suitcase inside.
I see Lauren through the mirror who was sitting in the passenger seat.
I quickly close the trunk, getting inside of the car.
"So, how was the honeymoon?" She asks me laughing.
"W-what?" I ask, rather confused.
"Oh you know, with your husband Jacob." She smirks at me.
"Lauren!" I yell pushing her shoulder. Ahh this car ride should be great.
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Escape || Jacob Sartorius [COMPLETED]
FanfictionJacob moves to a new town. He immediately makes a connection with a girl named Kaitlyn. That is until Jacob believes he might be gaining feelings for his neighbor Emma. Who will he choose?