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Jake and Bee
One shot
by xoxluurve
You and I are . . . a partnership of destiny.
- Doumyouji Tsukasa (Hana Yori Dango)
“Go abuse yourself, you narcissistic pig,” she said heatedly and he couldn’t help but quirk his lips amusedly. She huffed loudly and focused her deathly glare on him. He was supposed to feel threatened, wasn’t he? A pity for her that her plan wasn’t working. And this is when her lips twisted into a scowl. “Can you please move?”
No, not really.
He purposely leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest in that smug manner he knew aggravated her to no end. His lips quirked into a smile, but it turned out to look more like a smirk. Ah, well. “Why don’t you say ‘please’, princess?” he drawled out lazily.
Her eyebrow ticked and his smirk grew. She looked up at the ceiling with a distraught expression on her face. “God, why me? What did I ever do to deserve this cruel punishment?”
“Fate?” he tried.
She shot him a dirty look. “Uh, no. Seriously,” she stressed, trying to push past him, but he refused to budge. She glared up at him, carefully hiding his wince when she threw a straight punch in his stomach. She groaned. “Damnit, why don’t you flinch?”
He shrugged, inwardly wincing, but not daring to admit out loud that her punches actually hurt. “Maybe ’cause you punch like a girl?”
No one said he had to tell the truth.
She shot him another dirty look. They stared at each other. He took note of how her eyes glistened with determination and anger and the way her lips pursed in that angry scowl. His lips quirked into a small smile, but he turned his head in time to hide it from her. God, he loved getting her fired up. “Fine,” she sighed, her glare not wavering. “What do you want?”
He acknowledged her unwilling tone. “Why you so desperate to get in here?” he drawled out lazily. It was just an empty classroom.
“Because I feel like it, moron,” she hissed. Ooh, her favourite nickname for him. Endearing. “Why aren’t you at your stupid soccer practice?” she asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air. He smirked a little. That was true, he was supposed to be at practice right this moment. He was in his uniform, after all, but he couldn’t resist following her. Why would she come back to school an hour after the bell let out?
“Why aren’t you at home?” he tossed back.
“Because I’m here . . .” she clenched out slowly, “to . . .” He quirked an eyebrow. “Meet someone.”
“Really,” he said slowly, eyeing her. Her face stayed the same. It had always been difficult to read her expressions. Then a thought struck him. “Your boyfriend?” he asked casually, keeping their gazes locked. Something flashed through her eyes that made him raise both his eyebrows. It was too fast to read, though.
“Just let me through,” she retorted and finally pushed past him while he was caught off guard. He turned around to see her march inside the classroom and head to one of the desks in the middle. She grabbed something from under (which turns out to be her cell phone and notebook) before whirling back around to his direction.
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her once he’s blocked her path.
She let out a sigh. “C’mon. Don’t be a pain in the ass,” she muttered, lifting her eyes to meet his.
“Sorry, it’s a permanent thing going on, remember?” he winked, using her words from earlier years.
She made a face before side stepping, but he followed her movements. She moved to the left, but he blocked her path once again. He grinned when she shot him a dirty look. “Listen,” she hissed, poking him with her free hand. She dropped her stuff and grabbed the front of his shirt, suddenly and forcedly, yanking him to her eye level. He was startled. “I don’t know why you like annoying me. I don’t even know why you’re the bane of my existence. It’s unfortunate,” she sneered, roughly pushing him back without lessening the grasp on his shirt. She yanked him back to her face. “But I really hate it when you come out of no where and go all egocentric on me, okay?”
“Right,” he drawled slowly when she just continued to glare at him. Her eyes narrowed even more and he smirked a little before quickly switching the positions. He grabbed both of her hands from the front of his shirt with his left hand, holding them by the wrists. With his right hand, he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her as physically close as possible.
She just gawped and he smirked full blown.
“You know,” she finally got out, “one day, I’m going to permanently rearrange your face so you won’t be able to smirk at me.” She glared.
“And one day I’m going to rearrange your face so you would never be able to glare at me ever again,” he said right back.
“Only because you’re a pain in the ass,” she retorted.
“So I’ve been told,” he drawled, pulling her even closer when she tried to pull away. “Where you going, princess?”
“Away from you.”
“Aw, you know, you’re the only one that’s ever resisted my hugs. My kisses for that matter, too.”
“We were seven and I didn’t know what the hell you were doing.”
“Heh,” he scoffed with a mini glare, “so you had to knee me, then? Is that it?”
“It was the only way,” she shrugged.
He continued to glare down at her and she met his eyes defiantly. They’ve known each other ever since they were seven. The first day he met her, he knew she was the one. Cliché, he knows, especially for a guy. But he just knew. Though at times when she was being stubborn as hell, he wondered why he put up with her. But he realized that she’s the only one that was ever determined when it came to him . . . She was the only one that believed in him.
“Hey,” a voice said from above him. He looked up from where he was staring at the playground to find the same girl earlier he just met who had kicked him. He glared a little before forcing himself to grin relaxingly at her. Mum always said be nice to girls.
Even if they’re a pain.
“You’re that girl,” he acknowledged.
“The one who kicked you? Yeah,” she sniffed, still staring at him. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. She glared a little. “I don’t know what you were trying to do with your lips, and it was creeping me out, you weirdo. If I ever find out that you were trying to kiss me . . .”
He smiled a little. “I thought all girls like kisses.”
She snorted. “I don’t.” She paused. “Anyway,” she hesitated. He continued to look at her. She glared at little and smacked him over the head.
“Ow! What was that for?” he cried out, clutching his head in pain.
“For giving in to those bullies,” she said haughtily. He stopped wincing and looked at her. She glared. “I saw that those kids didn’t let you play. Why did you let them do that?” she exclaimed.
Astonished, he stared at her with wide eyes.
“You don’t let people put you down, stupid head!” she said heatedly. “You defend yourself. You shouldn’t let anyone think of you of something that isn’t true!”
“I . . .” he trailed off, still staring at her.
She looked at him sharply. “You’re different,” she announced. “From other boys, I mean,” she said, hesitating slightly. She stared at him before he found himself being smacked again. He groaned. She glared. “Don’t stare at me. I have to go now,” she said, looking over her shoulder. He lifted his head and saw someone beckoning the girl over. She turned back to him with a bored expression. “Did you hear what I said?”
He looked back at her and nodded, and they both turned when they heard someone else calling for him. He turned his eyes back to the girl to find her smirking at her. He stood up. “You said don’t let people put me down,” he answered slowly.
“Uh huh,” she chirped with a glint in her eye. “You love soccer; I can tell. Don’t let poo faced bullies tell you what you love and what you don’t love,” she glared. He scratched the back of his head and raised his eyebrows.
“And why are you telling me this?”
She stared at him blankly before she was suddenly in his face. He took a step back but she stepped forward. She smiled slowly, her nose brushing against his lightly. “Because I know you can do it. You’re not like anyone else I’ve met. You’ll be big one day,” she sighed as she stepped back and smiled at him.
He blinked at her, watching her turn around and walk away. He was more than confused now. “What . . .?”
She turned and looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly. He did a double take back. She was actually pretty . . . “I’m Bridget, new kid,” she said with a wink. “Remember that.”
And he did.
“Are you bipolar?” he wondered aloud.
He received a smack against the head. He cried out in pain, clutching the back of his head. She scoffed, “What do you think?”
“I better not answer that,” he muttered, wincing.
He heard her sigh, “Whatever Jake,” she said. He looked up just in time to see her pick up her fallen items and make a move to get out of the classroom.
“Bee,” he called out. He saw her stop for a while before she suddenly thought better of it and began to walk again. He contained a sigh and followed her out. “Will you just wait for a second?”
She turned and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, did you need something?”
He rolled his eyes. “You damn right know it.”
He stared her down intensely and he noticed her shifting uncomfortably for a moment. As predicted, she glared and threw him a scowl. “Okay, what do you want?”
The answer was so simple, but he didn’t even know what it was until it came out of his mouth. “You.”
There was a flabbergasted silence whilst they both realized what he just said.
But it was too late for him to take it back.
“What?” she asked slowly and gave him a strange look.
He shrugged, trying not to let his fear of rejection show. There. It was out. It wasn’t the traditional words I love you, or less intense, (I like you), but he finally admitted out in the open that he wanted her. Not because of her looks, but because of her.
“You heard me, princess,” he said lowly, trying to find his voice. That look she was giving him was not helping his confidence whatsoever. Silence met his ears and he decided something. “Do something for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Come by tomorrow after the game. I want to show you something.”
And then he was gone.
Despite her thoughts, she found herself heading to the field. She knew she was late. For the first half of the game she had been debating whether or not she should show up. She decided somewhere in the middle of the second half that what’s there to lose?
But then she realized the answer was her dignity.
Bee felt her face flame all over again whenever yesterday’s encounter flashed through her head. Those stupid butterflies in the pit of her stomach didn’t leave, and it was making her really irritated.
“If I’m so damn annoyed, why am I here?” she groused yet again as she stopped and decided to watch from the sidelines. The crowd blared with cheers and shouts of encouragements and her eyes, like magnets, instantly spotted out Jake. She forced her heart to calm down, but it just wouldn’t listen.
She leaned against the fence. She was a few feet from the bleachers, but she decided it’d be better if she just watched from where she was at. Her eyes followed Jake’s movements, mesmerized. She knew he was good, but she didn’t know he was that amazing.
But that’s probably why he was team captain.
She found herself unconsciously smiling when Jake shot the ball in the net, easily flying over the goalie’s head. The sidelines erupted into mad cheer as his team mates on the field began having their own mini celebration. She just had to roll her eyes when Jake pulled his shirt up.
I still don’t understand why they do that.
Before she knew it, she found herself smiling widely when Jake’s team won (3-1). She leaned against the fence again and shook her head amusedly when cheerleaders began to file around them and thrust their pompoms in the players’ faces.
“There’s someone who’ll do great things,” she commented aloud wryly. Mimi Fitzgerald, head cheerleader, began to lead a seductive dance around the team players. Bee shook her head when Mimi began to slowly saunter to Jake and slowly ran her hands up and down his biceps.
She felt something rip inside her when he leaned his head down and Mimi leaned forward to meet him in a deep kiss.
Bridget closed her eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath, locking away the hurt before it even had time to register in her body. She pushed herself off the fence and began to head to her car. “Goodbye, dignity,” she muttered to herself as she slammed her door shut.
Ah, Bridget, she thought blankly as she headed to the park. It was her place to just sit and let time pass her by. You are a damn fool.
“Agh,” she groaned, tightening her hand against the steering wheel. “Don’t I know it,” she muttered. She pulled the key out of its hole and got out of the car. She began to walk around aimlessly before she made it somewhere in the park perched up on a rock where it viewed a beautiful scenery. She smiled to herself.
“Jeeze, princess. I was wondering when you’d stop walking.”
Bee stopped twirling a blade of grass around her finger just as Jake sat himself beside her. She acknowledged that he was still in his soccer uniform, soccer cleats and everything.
She began to play with that blade of grass, not saying anything for a moment. “You’re a stalker,” she finally said, not averting her eyes to look at him even once.
“Heh.” He leaned back on the grass, his legs stretched in front of him as his arms supported him. He stared at the sky. “You came to the game.” It wasn’t a question; it was more of a statement. But it held a questioning tone.
She didn’t move. She didn’t tear her eyes from the clear blue sky. “Possibly.”
“I thought I saw you there.”
She shrugged. “Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you.”
“You left in your car right after.” He was accusing her now. “You didn’t even wait for me! Damn you, I had to come and follow you. I didn’t even have time to change.”
This time she cast him an amuse sideway glance. “That’s your fault.”
“I asked you to wait. You didn’t. Therefore, it’s your fault.”
She had to laugh. “You’re a moron.” She smiled at him. He was just looking at her now. But she didn’t back down. “Good game. You’ve improved a lot.”
“Good? Good?” His voice was incredulous. “Are you kidding?”
“Fine, you stupid macho man.” She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “You were great.”
“Great? I think I deserve more than that.”
“What, do you want me to praise you while bowing?” she asked impatiently, suddenly aware of how close they were. She realized she could see how perfect his face was up close, and how much more gorgeous he was.
In which she kicked herself for such a thought.
“I want to thank you,” he suddenly said. She looked up surprised before she raised an eyebrow. “It’s because of you I’m team captain. Because I’m playing the game that I love.”
“Me? Yeah, right. You would’ve found a way to it eventually. I just kicked your ass to an early gear.” And then she smiled this time, a real genuine smile that lit up her face. She didn’t know, but maybe it had something to do with the grin on his face.
“Go out with me,” he suddenly said.
Her smile froze and she just sort of stared at him. Did she hear right? She wasn’t hallucinating . . . right? “What?”
His face was all serious this time. But determination showed in his eyes like blazing fire. “I know you don’t hate me, Bee,” he continued. She sat there, oddly frozen. She felt her heart pounding heart against her ribcage. “But I don’t know if you like me either.” He ran a hand through his hair and he smiled at her a little. It was that same boyish smile that made her toes curl and her heart beat quicken. “But I know I could fall in love with you.”
She was speechless. She knew he was an honest guy, and frank when it came to things on his mind, but this blunt? He had her cornered, and he damn well knew that.
“I . . .”
He watched different emotions play across her face: shock, surprise, confusion, and then hesitanceHe felt his confidence waver a little, but he didn’t drop his determination. They were meant to be, he could feel it in his bones.
If they weren’t, well, he wanted her anyway.
“I . . .” She stopped, frowning a little. “Is this some kind of a sick joke?”
He stopped himself from sighing. Figures that’d be what she’d say. He shook his head. “I’m dead serious,” he said quietly. He lifted his gaze and caught her eye. “I’m not going to lie,” he said clearly, “I like you, Bee. I have for a long time. And sometimes I think you like me too, but then you open your mouth . . .” he trailed off wryly.
“Oh, so you only like me for my looks?” she shot angrily.
Nice going, Jake. Really.
“No,” he said, trying to keep calm. “I—”
“You’re calling me ugly now. Thanks.”
Dear God, help me.
“No, Bee, I—”
And then he realized something. He looked at her slowly, his eyes widening.
Bee was laughing.
He opened and closed his mouth before just settling on a look of amazement. Damn, she looked so gorgeous.
“You’re so damn gullible, you moron,” she giggled, slapping his back suddenly. He couldn’t close his mouth.
“What, so does that mean you hate me?” He frowned. He was honestly confused.
She shook her head. “No, that means that I don’t believe you,” she corrected him. His mouth opened in indignation. What? She threw her hair over her shoulder and suddenly avoided his eyes all together. “I saw you kissing Mimi Fitzgerald.”
Oh.
And then it clicked.
Oooh.
He suddenly smirked slowly and leaned back, his arms supporting him. But at the same time, he kept his eyes on the back of her head. “That’s why you left,” he stated.
“I didn’t want to interrupted the most intimate moment of your life.” Her voice was curt, saying that it was the end of discussion. He smiled and shook his head. She’ll be a great mom. A pain in the ass as a wife, I can tell, but a wonderful mother.
She’s already a pain in the ass.
But I love her anyway.
“So in the end,” he said, “you’re just jealous.”
Her head whipped around so fast whilst she pinned him with a death glare, he suddenly feared for his life. But he already planted the seed. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged, but his smirk grew. “Yeah. You’re jealous that Mimi kissed me.”
“I am not jealous,” she said heatedly.
“Please, Bee. I can sense jealousy, and you are definitely jealous.”
“You know what?” She practically twitched and she suddenly grabbed a handful of grass and threw it in his laughing face. “I think you’re hallucinating. So what if I wanted to leave with while you made out with her? Is it such a crime to leave you guys in your stupid intimacy?!”
He smiled finally and decided to just end it. He reached forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her abruptly to his chest. He fell on his back and she was sprawled on top of him. She was sputtering uncontrollably, muttering threats, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if people saw them like that.
It just felt so right.
He wrapped an arm securely around her waist, and she glared down at him. Her face was just inches away from his and he felt his heart beating faster than ever before.
“Let me go.” He saw her pink cheeks and he just had to grin.
“But you’re enjoying it. I’m enjoying it. Why not let it last?”
“Because it looks wrong! Are you stupid?”
“Hey,” he replied, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “If you’re saying falling for you is stupid, then paint me a shirt with that word in giant letters.”
Ha. Got her there.
“I hate you,” she finally whispered, her cheeks even more a deep shade of red. “How is it that you know what you say in the right moments to get me to shut up?”
He laughed a low, smooth laugh. “Baby, I don’t need the right words to shut you up.”
She smacked him. “Don’t do that.”
He feigned innocence. “Do what?”
She cried out in exasperation. “Do that thing where your voice gets—”
And then he kissed her.
“What the hell?” she whispered when he pulled away, her face flushed.
He grinned boyishly, his eyes twinkling. “I had to shut you up,” he said simply. She suddenly glared. He laughed again, aloud, without a care in the world, because all that mattered was the girl in his arms. “Bee, the only person I’ve ever had real intimate moments were with you.” It was a confession that was meant only for her ears.
She ducked her head to hide a smile, but he saw it anyway. He tightened his grip around her waist. “Well,” she said hesitantly, “for the record, you’re the only boy that’s ever held my interest.”
His grin was wide and brilliant, just like the way he was feeling that exact moment. “Let’s keep it that way,” he said smugly. She had to rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t kiss Mimi,” he added out of nowhere. “She kissed me.”
She scoffed. “That’s what they always say.”
“Because it’s true,” he pointed out. “At least with me. Why would I want a hot cheerleader who loves everything that comes out of my mouth, when I can have an irritating childhood friend who loves annoying the hell out of me with her verbal insults?”
“Watch it,” she said wryly. “I just might about start becoming interested in Patrick.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
She laughed, leaning her head against the crook of his neck, and he felt like his heart were about to burst in his chest. This was probably the most happiest moment of his life. “Oh, and congratulations on your winning goal,” she said, smiling up at him.
“Happiest day of my life,” he agreed. For one reason, or another. “Will you consider my proposition to take you out tonight?” he said gallantly.
“Oh, I’ll see if I have time in my schedule,” she joked.
“You will,” he said, his eyes burning into hers. He saw her flush.
“So demanding,” she murmured.
“And you love it.”
She smiled at him. “I love everything about you.” She paused when a grin crossed his face. “Um, can we get up now? Er, people are sort of staring.”
He laughed as he slowly let her go. “Anything for you.”
And he meant it.
