To Jake it would seem like I’d given in to them completely, and that my change of heart was another thing that could be traced to his lack of presence in my life. I didn’t know how that made him feel, but I could tell it made him feel something.
“Claudia is pre-law too,” I turned to Lowe. That’s how we’d met.
“Why law school?” Beck asked her, grinning like he didn’t quite understand her.
“Because when I closed my eyes and ran my finger down the undergrad programs, it stopped on criminal law.”
And she wasn’t joking.
Beck almost choked on his beer, shaking his head at her like she was crazy.
This started off the rounds of “what’s your major?” I think every group of new college friends got this off their chests quickly so they never had to utter those banal words ever again. Jake, Beck, and Lowe were industrial engineering undergrads, Denver was doing applied mathematics, Rowena was studying English, and Melissa and Matt were history undergrads.
The guys were teasing Rowena about her major and she was taking it all in good spirit when a bearded guy came up to the band and told them it was time for their set.
Lowe winked at me as he got up. I wished him good luck. He nodded and walked off confidently, the short chain on his jeans swinging as he hopped onto the stage. Claudia shimmied closer to me with an excited smile as the guys readied themselves. The entire time I diligently ignored Jake and Melissa.
Almost simultaneously, Lowe and Beck lifted their guitar straps over their heads, followed by Denver who was their bassist, and Matt seated himself behind the drums. Only Denver and Lowe stood near mics, and Lowe’s was center stage.
I glanced around at the crowded bar and noted a lot of people about our age. Nearly half were girls who looked like cartoon lionesses, staring at Beck and Lowe like they were juicy, talking zebra steaks.
I smirked and turned back to them as the first guitar riff pulsed through the room. As Lowe began singing in a smooth, deep voice—so sexy, I’d happily replace my vibrator with it—I fell into the band’s sound. Lowe was right. I loved his lyrics. They were real, no fairy-tale bullshit, but they were also a contradiction, like he knew what he’d experienced but he couldn’t help still feel maybe there was the possibility of more out there. I’d always thought it was brave of musicians to put their souls on a track. That was even clearer to me now that I actually knew the band, and I had to admit, I was impressed.
A couple of songs into their set, Lowe sang about “being lost in the shallows” and as soon as the lyrics were out of his mouth, my gaze instantly flicked to Jake.
My breath got caught in a painful ball in my throat as my eyes met his.
He wasn’t watching the band. He was watching me.
I shuttered my gaze, ignoring the rushing of blood in my ears, and turned back to concentrate on the band. I couldn’t, though. Not even Lowe’s hot voice could distract me from Jake and the memory of us.
I squirmed uncomfortably for the rest of the set, almost grateful when Lowe murmured into the mic, “You’ve been listening to The Stolen. Thanks, and have a good night.” He smiled over at me as the crowd erupted into applause and whistles, and I smiled back, almost begging him with that look to come over and once again take my mind off Jake Caplin.
Chapter Six
“So,” Mrs. Tate, our English teacher, switched off the television. “Now that you’ve all supposedly read the book and we’ve watched the film, I can ask what you think. We’ve not got a lot of time left, so just briefly. First thoughts?”
I looked around, waiting for a classmate to let their opinion be known. Most of the guys appeared to have fallen asleep watching the movie. Except Jake. I caught his eye as I turned my head to the right. He’d asked Nikki Wells to move from the seat across from me in the next aisle and of course she’d said yes, grinning up at him like he was the Second Coming.
I’d been on three dates with Jake, and we hung out a lot at school. Everyone thought we were together, but I still wasn’t sure. Despite the mysterious feeling of deep connection between us, I didn’t know quite how to take it that the biggest player in our class hadn’t seen fit to kiss me yet. Friday night he’d taken me out and not made so much as a move. Now, Monday morning, I’d seen what appeared to be him flirting with a senior girl at his locker. I’d walked right by him with barely a nod.
I was starting to worry the assholery of Brett Thomas and his goons was getting to Jake. They still hadn’t let up, and it wasn’t just about me. Jake’s dad, Logan, had caused some controversy opening up his law firm and poaching clients from Ed Brackett—Brett’s uncle. Ed was a fairly quiet and reserved guy, the complete opposite of his brother-in-law, so any difficulties Jake’s dad was having originated with Trenton Thomas. Rumor had it he was making “idle threats” to anyone who was thinking about taking their business from Ed to Logan Caplin.
Most of the time I loved Lanton, but sometimes I really hated living in such a small town.
I felt bad for Jake’s dad and I hated that Brett was being such a pain in Jake’s ass, but that didn’t excuse him from befuddling the hell out of me, so when Jake winked at me, I raised one very unimpressed eyebrow.
“Charlotte?” Mrs. Tate’s dry tone brought my gaze to her. She looked pointedly at Jake and then back to me. “Any thoughts?”
How about … you’ve known me my whole life so why do you never call me Charley?
“Well?”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Honestly, I found the whole thing a little angst-ridden for my liking.”
My classmates tittered and Mrs. Tate frowned. “You found Jane Austen angst-ridden?”
Apparently Tate thought I was wrong. Oh, well. “There are a lot of misunderstandings that could’ve been cleared up if they’d just talked to one another. The whole thing with Edward and Elinor was exhausting. If he’d just admitted he loved her and broke off his stupid secret engagement to whatshername, Elinor wouldn’t have had to go through all the emotional crap she went through. I mean, she’s very gracious and all, but she spent a good part of that novel pining for a man and she didn’t even know if he felt the same way about her. Edward was a nice guy, but he needed a swift kick to the behind.”
Mrs. Tate crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Charlotte, we’re talking about an entirely different time period, culture, and class system. I think the situation is a lot more complicated than that.”
Okay, so maybe I was projecting.
The bell rang before I could respond and chairs immediately scraped back as the students hurried to get the hell out.
I was stuffing my books in my bag when a shadow fell over my desk. Glancing up sharply, my eyes met Jake’s determined gaze. “What is it?” I frowned, recognizing mischief there. “What are you doing?”
“Clearing up an obvious misunderstanding.”
“What are—”
I didn’t even get the rest of the question out before Jake pulled me up out of my seat, wrapped a tight hand around my nape, and crushed my mouth beneath his.
Shock soon gave way to sheer delight as his talented mouth moved over mine. I sighed and his tongue slipped past my lips and tangled gently with mine. My fingers curled around his T-shirt as the taste and smell of him overwhelmed me. My skin was hot from the deep, wet kiss, and my body screamed “wow!”
Who knew a kiss could be like that?
The whooping and whistling finally wrenched me out of my fog and I remembered with burning cheeks that there were still kids in the classroom. I pushed gently against Jake and he released me, our faces close as we fought to catch our breath. He squeezed my neck again and grinned at me. “Epic.”
I laughed, embarrassed but thrilled. He didn’t need to know that though. “Cheesy.”
“Epic.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Mrs. Tate came into my eyeline and I flushed harder. “Jake, let Charley go.”
I blinked at her use of my nickname but as Jake moved away, I saw that he had caused a miracle. Mrs. Tate was fighting a smile. She thought he was charming.
With no more show, the students slowly filtered out of the class. Jake pulled on his backpack and held out a hand to me, a cocky smile wide across his face. “Coming?”
I took his hand.
“Jacob, if you kiss another student in my class again, I will give you detention,” Mrs. Tate warned softly, her lips curled up at the corner.
Jake pulled me closer as we walked by her. “Won’t happen again, Mrs. T.”
Mrs. T? It was decided. Jacob Caplin could probably get away with murder.
Out in the hall, I could see news had traveled fast about Jake’s little classroom exhibition. All eyes were on us as he walked me to my locker. Before I could open it, Jake maneuvered me so I had my back to it and he leaned into me, his arms above my head, caging me in.
“So our first kiss was very, very public,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes from his warm ones.
Jake smiled. “I told you I’d do it when you least expected it.”
“I am going to take your promises a lot more seriously from now on.”
“Good.” He touched his mouth to mine, a shivery brush that had the same effect as his deep one had. My breathing shallowed and I felt a whole lot of lusty thoughts that I wished I wasn’t feeling in public. I was so glad I wasn’t a dude.
“Hey, Jake!”
Without moving his body, Jake twisted his head over his shoulder at Amanda Reyes. She’d stopped beside us, even though our body language made it clear we were having a private moment. Amanda was in my class but we’d never been close friends. She didn’t really have a group of friends, more like acquaintances. She was quiet usually, so her stopping to talk to Jake, her cheeks flushed bright at the sight of him, should’ve been a surprise. But it wasn’t. Anytime she passed us, she said hi to him.
“Hey.” Jake nodded back and then instantly turned to me, the polite indifference in his expression melting as his eyes roamed my face.
I watched Amanda’s shoulders slump as she walked away.
My focus returned to Jake as his mouth lowered toward mine again. “She has a thing for you.”
“All I care about is that you have a thing for me,” Jake whispered against my lips.
I chuckled but as he pressed his whole body closer to mine, my smile died and I found myself uttering thickly, “I might have a thing for you.”
His groan vibrated down my throat as he kissed me and then reluctantly pulled back. He pushed away and stared down at me, a frown between his brows. “Shit. Now I’m addicted.” He took a step away and I laughed.
“Are you running away from me?”
He leaned in a little so only I’d hear. “It’s either that or I walk around with a permanent …” His eyes flickered down and my gaze followed to his crotch. I made a face as I got his meaning and turned away to open my locker.
“You’re filthy,” I told him halfheartedly.
His hand appeared on my locker, the heat of his chest searing into my back, and I shivered again as his lips brushed my ear. “You love it.”
And then he was gone and I was left hyperventilating against my locker.
After a few moments, I managed to pull myself together. I’d just switched out my books when I turned and crashed into Brett.
Awesome.
Brett stared at me, his features taut, his eyes hard. It was not a good look on him, but it was a familiar one. “He’s playing with you.”
Knowing exactly what this was, I sighed heavily and walked around him. Unfortunately, Brett fell into step beside me as I strode down the hall toward my next class.
“He’s slept with every girl in our class, Charley. He’s just using you.”
“Well, that’s a gross exaggeration,” I replied dryly. “I assure you it’s only half.”
“You think this is a joke,” Brett snapped. “This guy is going to seriously hurt you.”
I turned around and started walking backward away from him. “I’m Supergirl, remember? I don’t get hurt.”
His face screwed up. “You’re acting like a slut and an idiot.”
“And you’re an asshole,” I replied cheerily and spun around, ignoring my gossiping classmates as I headed for class.
As soon as I took my seat, my cell buzzed and I looked at it as everyone settled in. It was from Jake.
You called Brett an asshole? Everything okay?
Jeez, news really did travel fast in this school. Dude killed my erection. I retaliated. Xoxo
Ten seconds later: LMAO. And two seconds after that: I’m so into you.
I smiled, probably looking like the idiot Brett had just accused me of being. Good xoxo
Chapter Seven
“Who? What? Who? How?” Andie’s hazel eyes, identical to mine, were wide as she stared into the camera.
That was pretty much the reaction I’d been expecting when I told her via Skype that Jake was in Edinburgh.
“You heard me,” I replied, gazing past her to her office. Light spilled in from a window somewhere, reminding me I was five hours ahead. It was almost midnight in Scotland but Andie was always so busy with grad school and her internship that we could only talk on her schedule. I didn’t mind. I really wanted to talk to her.
“Jake, your ex-boyfriend Jake? The Jake who knew that you were always planning to spend your third year studying abroad at the University of Edinburgh?”
And that was exactly why I really wanted to talk to my big sister.
She knew mostly everything about my relationship with Jake, not because she’d been there to witness it (she’d only met him once during her Christmas break home from Dublin), but because I’d told her probably every little detail. This meant she knew that Jake was privy to all my thoughts and feelings and plans and dreams.