"Wait!" He yelled trying to calm her down.
It didn't work. She kicked at him and tried to scramble out of bed but only succeeded in getting tangled in the sheets. He grabbed her arm and put a hand over her mouth.
She stopped screaming and stared at him with terrified eyes. "Mmf aff, meh. Mmuf aff oo omfeen ee um buff?"
Jake tilted his head confused, "What?" Then he remembered just how awkward this probably looked. Damn. She probably thinks I'm some stalker or rapist. I mean, I may be a stalker. He bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Look," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I won't do anything to you. I promise."
She stared at him disbelief written all over her face, "My aff oo een meh moof en?"
He stared at her, "What?"
She rolled her eyes and wiggled trying to get free.
"If I move my hand will you scream again?" She shrugged.
He took that as an 'it depends on what you do'. He removed his hand and back away from her, "See? I won't hurt you. Now, what were you trying to say?"
She glared at him and said, "The first thing I said was get off me and why are you sitting in my bed? Then I said why are you in my room then? If you're not going to hurt me, why are you here? And how did you even get in this house?"
He didn't say anything. So, she can't tell that he is a ghost like Derek could. Well, this should be fun to explain. He thought sarcastically.
He figured he might as well get this over with. "I'm dead." He said flatly.
She just stared at him. Silence followed. Silence. More silence. No one said a word, they just stared at each other both expressionless.
Finally when Jake thought he couldn't take the silence any longer he said, "Well?"
He wasn't expecting her to just go quiet.
She stared at him and her lips parted slightly. She still said nothing. Just before Jake thought he was going to lose his mind from the silence she said, "I'm calling the police. You need some serious help."
He stared at her. His jaw dropped and he said, "You don't believe me?"
"Why the heck should I?" She snapped. He's nuts!
He thought about this and shrugged. Then he smirked and said smartly,"But if you call the police the only person they'll see is a crazy chick babbling on about some invisible guy only she can see."
She had picked the phone up now, but she paused and glanced over at him nervously.
What if he really is telling the truth?She thought for a moment then brought her hands to her sides, still ready to call the cops.
"So," she paused, "is there some way you can prove your a ghost?"
He thought a minute, "Um, I can walk through walls."
She raised and eyebrow and laughed, "Yeah, right. Show me then!" She gestured toward a wall.
He stood up and faced the wall. She watched with a bemused expression on her face. Poor psychotic guy. She thought, does he really think he can do this? She stood in front of her bed and watched. She had expected him to smack face first into it, but when he actually walked through the wall she squealed and fell back on her bed, eyes wide.
He came back through smiling from ear to ear. She stared at him. "You believe me now?" He sat next to her still smiling. She had her gaze fixed on the wall.
"I-I don't get it." She said quietly, "You felt perfectly solid when you had you hand over my mouth and I kicked you!" She turned to him and glared.
He gave a nervous smile, "Yeah, you know those poltergeist movies? How they can pick things up and toss them around houses or grab the people and drag them downstairs or whatever?"
"I thought those were demons."
"Whatever." He waved that comment off, "That's pretty much what that was. If I wanted to pass through something I can. But I don't have to." He thought a moment, "That would suck if I passed through everything."
She looked at him, "So...I hope this isn't really a rude thing to ask, but..." she paused, "How did you die?"
He stared at his hands, "No, it's alright." He sighed (or whatever you call it when your dead) and lifted up his shirt.
"What are you doing!?" Emily yelled.
He jumped, "I'm showing you how I died. What else?"
She looked at his stomach and saw a long red line, like he took a marker and drew on himself, only it was definitely a real cut. It stretched from just below his bellybutton to the middle of his chest, "What is that? It looks painful."
He nodded, "Yeah, it was. The guy who murdered me took a knife and cut me. All my guts spilled out and when I died I was left with this cut."
Emily made a gagging noise at the thought of having your guts spill out.
"Yeah," he continued smirking, "I'm pretty sure I don't have a stomach anymore."
She squeaked and just stared at the cut. "Okay, I believe you now. So, please, just put your shirt back on."
He did and smiled dumbly at her.
"So," she avoided his gaze, "can anyone other than me see you?"
"Yeah, Derek can."
"What?" She looked him straight in the eyes, "Have you been following me to school!?" She yelled.
She stuck her face in her pillow and mumbled, "I have a dead stalker...greeeeeat!"
Jake laughed a little. "See you at school tomorrow then." He laid down.
She sat up and glared at him, "Oh, no you don't! Get out of my bed! I don't care if you're in this house, but you stay out of my bed and out of my room! And you will NOT be following me to school tomorrow!"
"Well, you can't exactly stop me from going to that school." He said glaring back, "And I have as much a right to this room as you do. This was my room before I was killed."
"Well, it's my room now!" She grabbed the blankets and flipped him off of the bed, "Now, get out!"
"Fine, fine." He said rubbing his shoulder as he got up, "But can I at least get a blanket?" He thought a moment, "And a pillow?"
She threw a pillow at his face and yelled, "Out! Then tomorrow, find someone else to haunt!" She got up, shoved him out of her room then slammed and locked the door. Like that would do anything. He rolled his eyes and walked to the living room.
"Geez, Emily. You look awful." Monica got so close to Emily's face she could feel her breath.
"Stop it Monica." Emily grumbled, "I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Why not?" Derek walked up to her.
"Morning." Monica giggled and Derek smiled.
"Morning." Emily said laying her head on the table she was sitting at.
Jake smiled up at Derek form where he sat across from Emily and said, "She's pissed at me because I keep following her."
Derek gave a confused face, "Huh?"
"What?" Monica asked looking at Derek.
Emily got up, "I'm going to go get breakfast."
Jake followed her.
Emily was beginning to get a little annoyed with a dead guy following her...okay, more than a little...even if he was pretty cute. He was kind of sexy too. What would it be like if she dated...Whoa! She stopped her thoughts in their tracks. Cute!? Sexy!? DATE!? No way would that ever happen!
"How old are you anyway?" She barely moved her lips when she said this so that no one thought she was talking to herself.
He smiled down at her glad to start some kind of conversation, "I would be eighteen today if I were still alive."
She put her index finger on her chin and said, "Technically, I think you still count as eighteen and..." she smiled up at him, "Happy birthday."
He blushed and looked away from her.
She went back to scowling. She figured that, since no one else could, she might as well tell him happy birthday with a smile.
She stood in line to get breakfast for a couple of minutes quietly until Derek materialized next to her.
She yelped and turned around, "D-damn you Derek! It's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend! You're such a jerk!"
He laughed, "Sorry." Then he looked at Jake, then back at Emily. "So, how is it that you can suddenly see him to?"
"Oh goody." She mumbled, "I'm not the only psycho in the school that sees dead people."
Derek smiled, "Nope!"
Emily sighed and put her hands in her pockets, "I don't know why I can suddenly see him, but I would like to know why he is following me instead of someone else."
Derek gave a confused look to Jake then said, "Maybe we should talk about this after school. I would rather not get sent away to a loony bin for talking to dead people."
Emily shrugged trying to hide a smile, "Alright."
"How about your house?" Derek asked.
"You know my parents are out of town." She said.
"That's why I asked." He smirked and Jake punched him in the arm hard.
"Getting hurt by the invisible man?" Emily laughed, "If they come to take us away to some home for crazy kids, I think you'll be the first to go." She patted his shoulder and moved up in line.
Emily and Jake both laughed. Derek just glared at them both.
After school they really did end up going to Emily's house. No matter how much she argued and complained she couldn't convince Derek to go somewhere else.
"You touch nothing Derek!" Emily said as they walked inside.
"Nothing?" He complained.
She shut the door and locked it, "So," she sat down on the couch cross-legged and they sat next to her, "why is the ghost following me?"
Jake glared, "'The ghost' has a name."
"Why is Jake following me?"
Derek said, "Because he can and he wants to." As if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Okay, but why me? Why don't you go follow some..." she looked down at herself, "...some more attractive girl?"
"You look fine to me." Jake said shrugging and Emily glared at him.
Derek slapped his forehead and Emily's phone started ringing.
"I'll be right back."
Derek held his thumb up to say okay and when she walked out he turned to Jake.
"That is not how you talk to a girl!" He punched his arm. "Especially not one you say you like!"
"What?" Jake said. He didn't think he had said anything wrong.
"'You look fine to me' is definitely not a good compliment."
"When's the last time you talked to a girl?"
"A little more than a month ago. You know...When I died!" He waved his arm through a pillow.
Derek rolled his eyes, "When's the last time you had a girlfriend?"
Jake thought, "Eighth grade I think. After that I only spent a little time with any girls. Just for the enjoyment, you know? A little entertainment."
Derek's jaw dropped, "Y-you were a player?"
Jake shrugged and then hastily said, "But I don't want to do that to Emily! I promise! I really do love her!"
"Alright, just don't tell her that first thing. Although, it's not like she'd sleep with you anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's not going to accept the idea of a dead boyfriend that easily."
Jake thought about that. Derek was right. No normal girl would accept him and want to be with him. The only way they could possibly be together and have a normal relationship was if she was dead to. But he didn't want that. He wanted her to be happy and live her life.
She walked back int the room, eyes red, and blabbering hysterically, "Ihavetogo!"
"What?" Derek and Jake said together not catching what she had said at first. He and Jake got up when they realized what she was trying to say.
"What happened? Were you crying?" Jake asked. Emily was too busy trying to figure out how to tie her shoe to answer.
"Emily! What's wrong?" Still no answer. Derek picked her up easily and pinned her against the wall.
She was full out crying now. Tears trickled down her cheeks. For a moment Derek thought he had been too rough but then she finally said, "My...my...p-parents." She looked up at Derek pleadingly, "T-they w-w-were in t-the h-hospital. Derek they're dead!"