Claira's P.O.V.
They are on the plane headed back home.
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" I love you too."
I don't think Jacob realized what I meant when I said "I love you."
Yes, I did mean it lovingly in some variety. But, I almost meant it as I love him.
It seems crazy, that I can fall in love with someone so far from a distance, not even dating, but I have. I fallen and I literally can not get up.
"Claira. Stop fantasizing about you and Jacob," Lilia says. I flip her off.
"Shouldn't you be sitting with Elle?"
"She's right next to me," she claims, pointing to Elle who is sitting in the middle row. Lilia and I have the window seat and the seat next to it. She hates the window but I love it so I offered to sit there.
"Does he like you, Claire?"
"Why the hell should I know?" I say, lying and trying not show.
"He does like you doesn't he? And he told you."
"Yes he does, now will you shut up. You're loud."
"FIne. But has he taken you on a date?"
"Yeah he took me on one a few days ago."
"And you didn't tell me?" She says, shocked.
"You have your own life problems."
"I hate you."
"Your boyfriends flirting with that girl," she whispers into my ear after a few minutes.
"He's not my b-" I stop when I see that she was right. "I'll be back. Actually I won't if this works well."
"What about fries before guys? Or sisters before misters? Or bella's before fellas. You can't just abandoned me like this!"
"You encouraged this. I'm just taking your advice like you always say I should."
"Bitch."
"Love you too. And i'm not going to leave you again. Remember... no matter how many friends I have, no matter how i talk to them or spend time with them, Always remember that no one can replace you-"she cuts me off, remembering the pact from first grade.
"You were, are, and always will be irreplaceable. I can't believe you remember that."
"Of course," I answer smiling. "Now I have to go stop that-" O stop myself from calling her rude names. "Girl- from stealing my future husband."
"You're an idiot."
"I know."
I walk over to the girl and see they are still flirting. I put on my panicked face and get ready to act.
"Excuse me, I really need to talk to him."
"Why?"
"I'm not feeling well."
"And why should he care."
"Because he's like my brother and knows how to help me, and if I ahve a fever I need to go to the hospital bitch." She gets a scared look as I uncatiouslly say the last part. She stands up and moves seats. I sit down with a triumphant smile on my face.
"You're fine, aren't you?" he asks.
"Absolutely."
"So you just manipulated a poor girl."
"That poor girl was annoying me."
"Okay."
We continue smoothly through the air and at some point in time I end up with my head on his shoulder and he ends up with his arm wrapped around me.
"Claira?"
"Jacob?"
"I have a question."
"Go on."
"You'd o like me right?"
"Obviously."
"So if you like me then- gosh this awkward- um do you want to be my -um- girlfriend?"
I sit there for a minute shocked, and remember he's waiting for an answer and probably thinks i'm going to say no.
"Yes, but I have a few conditions."
"Continue," he answers, trying to keep his composure and not appear to excited.
"Can I trust you?"
"Yes." It's a definite answer so I believe him.
"If you don't like me anymore you'll break up with me right? You won't lead me on?"
"Of course not."
"You won't cheat on me will you?"
"Never."
"And I have one more question." My voice gets smaller and quieter as I say this and I look him straight in the eyes. "You'll never ever hit me right?"
"Hell no. And I have one condition. If I ever lay so much as a hand on you without your permission, and you don't like it and I don't stop, hit me. As hard as you can. Knock some sense into me please. If I do it more than once, break up with me. I don't want a toxic relationship like that. And if anyone ever hurts you, or lays a hand on you tell me."
I smile, grinning like an idiot and lay my head on his shoulder.
"Then yes." He intertwines his hand with mine and within a few minutes, were both out like a light.
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Claira's P.O.V.
Back at Isabelle's house after the plane ride- discussing what will happen with Claire and her brother.
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"We found a house a few days ago," my mom blurts in the middle of the family room in Isabelle's house.
"You did?"
"Yes actually, it was very easy. When we got to the airport, the reason we didn't come back here with you is becasue we were touring a house. We decided to bought it. Everyone's already moved out of there so we can move in in October."
"That's great! But where is it?" I ask.
She hesitates before answering. "Sacramento."
"Sacramento?!?" Jacob and I both stand up in disbelief and anger form our seats.
"That 5 hours from here!" I exclaim.
"Yes, but it's not like you're dating anyone here. There is no one to tie you down here. You can see the boys on the weekends. And you said your friends betrayed you."
"This is so unfair!" I yell throwing my phone at the couch and I start charging up the stairs, past my room, and into the attic, where I go for a safe place. Then I realize someone was following me. I turn around and see my dad standing right behind me. There's no use to running.
"Do not talk to your mother like that, do you hear me?" He says, slapping my face, and leaving a sting. I let out a small wince and he hits me again.
"No I don't. You can't just up and move me five hours away from a home i've become accustomed to!" He hits me again on the other side of my face.
"I don't care what you think, you don't talk to me like that." He pushes me and I hit against the wall and fall. He leaves and I let all of the tears fall down. The sting of the first hit still hurts and the last few hurt even worse. My ribs hurt from him pushing me, and the velocity I hit the wall at.
I lay here not moving for a few minutes and close my eyes. I can feel the attic door open and hear someone climb up the ladder. I don't bother to try and hide, even it is my dad.
Surprisingly, it's not. The person walks up to me and wraps their arms around me, and in an instant I know it's Jacob.
We lay there in silence and he speaks up after 10 minutes or so. And what he says, I least expect.
"I love you." I don't hesitate to answer.
"I love you too."