I might've messed up. Okay, that was an understatement, I did mess up. Real bad. But in my defense, I didn't know it'd hurt him so much. I thought he wouldn't even care seeing as though he might be doing the same.

Maybe he was jealous or something, or maybe because I had struck a nerve in him. I mean, we did make a deal, a deal that I shouldn't have breached. I might have been selfish into putting myself first, rather than my mom's life that was at stake. Again, some part of me didn't feel any regret doing what I did which truly worried me.

Does that make me the bad guy? I don't think it does, it was how I felt. All these thoughts flooded my mind as I sat faced down on my couch.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I haven't eaten anything since morning. All that encounter made me forget my sole purpose of going to the restaurant in the first place.

I sighed, sitting straight up on the couch and grabbing my phone. Dialing the pizza place, I ordered two boxes of pepperoni pizza. I wasn't a light eater, especially when I had a lot of things on my mind.

The only thing that soothes me in times like this is food and a bunch of hopeless romantic movies. So basically, food and movies are my safe haven.

I didn't want to call my parents. Knowing them, they'd jump into conclusions that it was entirely my fault. Especially my mom, she's always been one to judge.

She has improved over the last few years, I must say. She was much worse than now. One mistake and you'd get ready to hear four good hours of full blown lectures on how to be 'responsible' and always 'admitting your mistakes'. I definitely wasn't ready for that kind of talk. Being corrected is very annoying in my opinion.

These are times I wish I had a friend to talk to. But being socially awkward, I never stood a chance with the society and always cowered when it comes to expressing myself.

The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. That must be the pizza. I took some money as I lazily got up and dragged myself to the door

Opening it, my gaze immediately travelled down to the boxes sitting on the pizza dude's right hand. A small smile made its way to my lips as the delicious aroma filled my nose, making me drool.

"Thank y-" I stopped short when my gaze landed on the pizza dude, who was in fact Jake.

He stood about two feet taller than me. A nervous smile played on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

"Hey Gracie," He finally said, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.

My face immediately hardened. He was all the cause of this. I know I shouldn't put all the blame on him, but the stubborn side of me refused to admit my wrong doings and also he made a move on me first so he's entirely at fault.

But you went on with the kiss making you at fault also. A rational part of me reasoned. I shook the thoughts away and held my chin high up in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"You ordered pizza, and you got pizza," He shrugged.

My nose flared. He was trying to be a smartass, "I know that! But I didn't order you!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt my face heat up from embarrassment. Did I just say that? Nice comeback, Gracie. Real nice.

He smirked, "Well you could have added that to what you wanted." He proceeded to lean on the door with a smug look, "I could've arrange something real quick."

My mouth dropped. I could not believe he just said that. It was like he didn't regret doing everything that happened earlier, which awfully made a part of me sigh in relief. That would be completely rejection and I'm not one to take rejection.

I narrowed my eyes at him, dismissing the pleased side of me and was about to slam the door in his face- Fuck pizza, I could live without food for a day- but then he stuck his foot out.

"I was joking, Claire." He quickly said but then his eyes widened, realizing his mistake. He silently cursed while I just stood, shocked.

I blinked, Claire? That was my middle name, I never told anyone. Even my past fiancee never knew it. It was a special name that no one has ever called me. I wouldn't be surprised if even my parents forgot they gave me that name, seeing as I never liked people calling me that. So how did he know?

My jaw clenched and I felt my fist tighten, "Who told you that name? I don't remember mentioning it to you or anyone else." At this, my eyes narrowed, "Have you been stalking me?"

He scoffed indignantly, seeming not to notice my anger, "No, I'm not that much of a creep. I just did some background checking. That's all," He broke into a confident smirk, "Saying it out loud makes me feel like a genius."

"No, it makes you look and sound like a creep. Anyways," I was too hungry to even argue, and for some reason, I didn't mind at all, I would let it slide for now. He would explain himself later, "Give me my pizza."

I stretched out my hand but he held it higher in the air, a smug look playing on his feature. I wasn't short, that I know. My 5'8 is the normal height of a full grown woman like me. So the way that he was trying to rub in the fact that he was taller than me made me scoff.

"Jake, I'm hungry. I don't have time for games. I'm not in the mood at all, I get all grumpy when I'm hungry. And I bet you won't like what you'll see." I tiredly said.

His smirk grew wider, "Try me, Friday."

I stared long and hard at him before turning and making my way to the living room. I didn't have time for him. He could hold the pizza for all I care, I would just order another one.

"Nice place you got here." Jake commented walking into the living room. I didn't respond.

"Are you staying here?" He asked and I found it hard to restrain myself from making a snarky comeback. What kind of question was that?

"Why did you put off all the lights? The place's all dark and gloomy." I saw him scowl from the corner of my eyes. He put them on and I immediately hissed, glaring pointedly at Jake and trying to adjust to the lights.

But I didn't make a comment though. I was giving him the silent treatment till he gives me my pizza.

"Your silent treatment is killing me, I hate being ignored. Fine, take your pizza and pay for it." He sighed defeated. A ghost smile formed as I tried to cover it up and handed Jake the money.

"You're no fun," He mumbled, collecting the money from me.

I hungrily opened the pizza and took one out. I moaned in pleasure as the delicious taste of the pizza filled my mouth. Extra cheese, just the way I like it.

Jake coughed, reminding me that he was still here. I turned to him, "What are you still doing here? Don't you oh I don't know, have a job to do or something, rather than just stand here watching me eat like the creep you are?"

He shrugged, seeming to discard the insult I gave him, "I have nothing better to do as long as you're here."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. His way of flirting is seriously pathetic. "I'm serious, Jake."

He sighed, "Fine, I'm quitting. I was tired of the job anyways. I would've resigned earlier but then you requested for a pizza. I'm sure you didn't know the guy you were ordering the food from was me." He said smugly.

"How many jobs do you have?" I waved my hands dismissively before he could answer, "No, that's not important. I feel like you're stalking me. Why are you everywhere I go? And don't dare say it's fate or shit like that."

He grinned and sat beside me, crossing his legs on the coffee table, "But it is," He took a slice of pizza and devoured it in two bites, "Fate is playing a game with us, that's for sure." He spoke with a mouthful of the pizza.

I grimaced at his grossness and took another slice, "I don't appreciate you being here. After what happened earlier." I mumbled.

He swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed softly, "Look about that, I'm sorry. That wasn't very gentlemanly of me. It won't happen again."

I turned to him seeing how genuine he was being and smiled. He groaned and my smile turned into a frown.

"What is it?" I asked.

He didn't look at me as he spoke, "If you keep looking beautiful like that, then I can't control myself around you. So for my sake and yours, try to look less attractive, especially in those clothes."

I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. No one has called me beautiful before. But then, I comprehended his remaining statement and looked down at my clothes to see the top buttons unhooked. I gasped, my face reddening and immediately covered it up.

"You pervert!" I yelled at him just as he jolted up from his seat, making a dash from me. I sprang up from my seat, chasing him.

"What did I do? I just said what was on my mind." He said from the other side of the chair.

I moved left and he moved right. The only thing that was protecting him from me was the couch in the middle of us.

"And you waited this long to tell me!" I moved right and he also moved left.

"I just saw it now!" He defended.

"Liar!" I climbed the couch and lunged at him. He fell with a thud and I fell on top of him.

"Gracie, your boobs are straddling my chest. You're making this harder, dammit," He forced out.

I sat up on him, staring at him in disbelief, "Y-you je-"

"What the freaking fuck is going on?!" A voice boomed.

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Butterterians,

I finally left a cliffhanger. I feel so accomplished lol. This chap was longer than the last so I deserve something as my reward. Like vote, comment and share if you enjoyed it :)

Thanks for reading,

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