He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house.
Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death.
She never thought she would be this attrac...
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♥Chapter 30: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛᴛʜᴇᴛʀɪᴏ♥
I skip up the stairs and into Jake's room. Right when I push the door open, a body jumps up in Jake's bed.
He bolts up into a sitting position, his eyes wide and expressions taught as if he just plunged out of cold water. It's clear he just woke up from a nap.
My hand loosens on the door handle as I gaze at him. "Are...you okay?"
His gaze flicks to me, and his taught expression softens. He doesn't respond to me and instead lifts his fingers to massage between his brows, closing his eyes.
I enter the room and close the door behind me, watching Jake as he exhales through his mouth before giving his neck a stretch.
"What happened?" I ask, referring to the way he bolted up from his sleep.
"Just a weird dream." He responds, saying no more than that.
"Wanna tell me about it?" I plop down on his desk chair.
He doesn't give me a response.
"You have such amazing cousins." I start. "Cole was telling me about all of them. He said the younger ones are extremely bratty—oh Cole said that he wants me to go with him to his place sometime, to meet the other cousins and his family. I'm getting excited here. Think how fun it would be! You, me, Cole, and the rest on a road trip..."
It takes me a full minute to realize Jake's not even listening to me. My chatter gradually silences.
He's staring off somewhere, with his jaw tight.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, frowning in concern.
He's not even looking at me.
"Nothing's wrong."
My eyes widen slightly at the edgy and snappy tone of his voice.
He gets off the bed and walks towards his wardrobe, pulling out a hoodie.
"Are you going somewhere?" I ask.
He doesn't answer, putting on the hoodie over his white t-shirt.
"It's eight in the night right now," I speak.
"Why don't you go and continue your chattering with Cole and Corey?" He pulls the hoodie down his torso.
My hands grip the armrests of the chair. "Why...are you speaking to me like that?"
He finally looks at me but there's a hint of irritation in his gaze. "Like you don't know."
"I really don't know." I frown in confusion.
"You say you like me then you go ahead and flirt with my cousin?"
