A Game Called Love

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Chapter 3

The drive back to my house with Jacob was quiet, but not awkward. I think we just didn't know what to talk about, we barely knew each other, and I was too busy with my nerves to attempt any conversation.

I don't show my art to many people, especially not people I barely know. So showing Jacob was something I didn't think I'd be doing for a very long time.

What if he doesn't like my paintings? What if he makes fun of me for sucking or something? That would be so embarrassing.

Once the car was parked in my empty driveway we both quickly got out and I took my keys out of my backpack as we made our way to the front door.

"My paintings are all in my room." I told him once we were inside.

My stomach flipped at the thought of Jacob in my room with me, no one else in the house apart from the two of us. What if he thought I was the kind of girl to hook up? I wouldn't blame him for thinking that since I did kiss him before ever speaking to him.

I was a bundle of nerves on the way up to my room, but I tried to push them away and think about the game. Maybe I can get the second kiss done, being alone in a bedroom together might make him want to kiss me.

Or more the snarky voice in the back of my mind remarked.

I pushed that thought aside too. Jacob seemed like a nice guy, surely he doesn't expect anything other than what we actually came here for. Right?

"Welcome to my studio." I said as we walked into my bedroom, gesturing in the direction of the corner of my room that had all my art supplies and work.

He stayed silent as he walked closer to the paintings and studied each one.

I grew more and more nervous the longer he took to look at my art. Was he trying to come up with a nice way of saying they suck?

I really shouldn't have brought him here.

"These are fantastic, you're really talented." He finally spoke, turning around to give me an impressed smile.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, relief flooding my system. Thank goodness he didn't hate them.

"Thanks." I replied, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I've never been one to take compliments well.

Jacob walked closer to me, the smile never leaving his lips, "Are you going to paint me today?"

I thought it over for a second. Should I paint him today? It might take a while, he would probably get bored, but I would get the chance to look at him as much as I wanted without seeming weird. That seems like fun to me.

"If you want." I told him, walking over to my art supplies to rummage through my brushes while I waited for his answer.

He shrugged, "I have all the time in the world, why not?"

I thought about how I wanted to approach this. It would probably be easiest to just do the sketch and painting in my room so I don't have to move all the equipment, but the only place he can sit is on my bed. I had to sacrifice a desk and chair to fit all my art stuff into my room.

"Okay." I began, channeling my inner professional artist, "You can sit on the bed, just act natural, and I'll set up all my stuff and begin the sketch."

Jacob easily obeyed, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, looking strangely out of place on my purple comforter, even though he sat like that was his own bed. He was just so masculine and seeing him with so much bright purple around was a humorous sight.

I quickly set up my easel and canvas in front of the bed, but on an angle so I could see him, and sat down, ready to start sketching the outline of my painting.

"I've never actually painted someone that posed for me before. I usually paint places, things, or have a picture as reference if I do paint someone, so if this sucks it isn't my fault." I warned him, because honestly I had no idea how this was going to turn out.

I studied the shape of his face as he replied "I have faith that you'll do great."

At least one of us had faith in me.

About ten minutes into the sketch, I looked over to see a different position than the one I was used to seeing Jacob in.

Instead of just sitting on my bed, he had his whole body on the bed, except his head was hanging off the side, causing him to look at me upside down. The funniest part though, was that all the blood was rushing into his head and his face was beet red.

"I think that's going to cause brain damage." I laughed.

He laughed too, "Not as much brain damage as sitting here doing nothing!"

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, "We can be finished for today after I'm done the sketch. Just give me five more minutes."

He let out a dramatic sigh, slowly resuming his original sitting position, "Okay."

Five minutes unfortunately turned into ten when he kept making silly faces, resulting in me laughing and waiting for his face to go back to normal so I could resume the sketch.

"Done." I told him when I was happy with the sketch outline for the painting. I think I captured his strong jawline and mysterious eyes pretty well, with some colour and shading I think this painting might actually turn out okay.

"Finally!" He cheered, falling back onto my bed so he was laying down, his legs still hanging off the bed like how he was sitting.

He is such a child.

"What now?" I asked, taking a seat on the bed beside him before I really realized what I was doing.

He slowly sat up, so now we were sitting side by side, and the air around us electrified. It was quiet as we started at each other, I had no idea what was going on in his mind but all I could think about was getting the second kiss. That was all up to him though.

"I think it's my turn to kiss you." Jacob whispered, leaning towards me.

I stayed still, but nodded my head slightly to let him know I was okay with him kissing me.

He got closer excruciatingly slow, and paused when out lips were just a breath away from each other.

Kiss me already! I screamed in my head.

"Hey Jenny can I-"

Both Jacob and I sprung away from each other, me almost falling off the bed in the process, and looked over at Mason.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you had company." He apologized, his eyes guarded like they were during lunch today. Why does he keep shutting me out? And why did I miss the way his eyes would usually let me know exactly what he was thinking and feeling?

Jacob cleared his throat, "I was actually just leaving. I'll see you at school Jenny." And before I could come up with something to say to him, he left.

I stayed quiet until I heard the door downstairs close.

"I almost got the second kiss, Mason! You couldn't have arrived like two minutes later?" I exclaimed, not exactly angry with him even though it was his fault that I might never win the game now. I should be mad at him, but that's pretty much impossible. He acts like a wounded puppy when you're mad at him, and there's no way of staying mad at someone that looks like that.

"Sorry, I needed to escape." He said, taking a seat beside me.

I instantly felt bad for him. That's code for when his dad is really mad and he can't be at home.

"What happened this time?" I asked gently, taking his hand in mine for support.

Mason sighed, "I got a B on the last math test, dad found out."

My heart ached for him. Getting a B is not a bad thing, but I bet Mason's dad hit him for it. Ever since we were kids his dad has had anger problems that he physically took out on Mason. He would find any excuse to hit his son and that never changed.

"A B isn't even bad, I got a C and I'm good at math! That test was impossible." I told him, and then quietly added, "I wish things were different."

He rested his head against mine, "Me too."

We sat like that for a while, stuck in our own thoughts. I hoped he wasn't thinking about what would happened when he goes home, but I knew that's exactly what was going through his head.

"Wanna stay over tonight?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

His head nodded against mine, "Thanks, you're the best."

"I know." I teased, getting up from my bed to get the extra pillows from my closet.

Mason saw what I was doing and started to arrange everything on my bed the same way we always did.

Basically we get as many pillows as we can, and make ourselves a little nest to lay in while we watch movies on the t.v mounted on the wall opposite my bed. We did this every time Mason stayed over for the night.

"Liam and Emma didn't have any plans for supper tonight so I'll go order a pizza." I told him as I handed him pillows.

He nodded in approval, "Half plain cheese, half pepperoni?"

I rolled my eyes, "Of course." As if he would think I'd ever order anything different. Mason loves pepperoni on his pizza but for some reason I can't stand it. I'm a picky eater so I just prefer nothing but cheese on my half.

I left Mason to finish making the nest, and went downstairs to see if anyone was home yet.

"Liam? Emma?" I called out when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"In the kitchen!" Liam called back, much to my surprise. Emma is usually home before him, and to my knowledge, she isn't here.

"Mason's staying over tonight." I told him when I entered the kitchen. By now I didn't have to ask to have Mason over, Emma and Liam knew about his situation and always welcomed him with open arms.

"Emma's out with her friends for supper, so it's just the three of us." Liam informed me, almost looking annoyed that he wasn't invited to the girl's night. It's cute that he missed her even though they saw each other this morning before work. I wish I had a love like theirs.

"I was going to order a pizza, do you want me to get you one too?" I asked, absentmindedly drumming my fingers on the marble island that stood between us.

He nodded, "Sure, pepperoni is fine."

I scrunched my nose in disgust, why does everybody except for me like pepperoni?

After ordering the pizzas I returned to the conversation we were having.

"I hope they don't go to a club or something. I don't like the thought of greasy old guys trying to feel up Emma, she's too pretty to be at places like that without me to protect her. Bad things can easily happen, and she always finds herself in those situations." Liam spoke, concern clouding his light brown eyes.

I had to stop myself from laughing, he's ridiculous. "I still think she's too pretty for you."

We shared a smile at my comment, the same one I made the first time I ever met Emma. It always seemed to calm him down a bit.

"She's smart enough to take care of herself." I added, and it was true. Emma started taking self defence classes after the gang incident that happened when she was in high school and I was only a child. She even convinced Liam to enroll me in the class too. Long story short, us girls can protect ourselves.

"Have I ever told you that you're my favourite sister." Liam teased, a grateful smile on his lips.

I gave him a cheeky smile back, "Have I ever told you that you're my second favourite brother?"

We both laughed, I only had one brother.

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