Street Lights || Sim Jake

10 ¦ The Sim

With an uncertain look, I entered my grandmother's hospital room and exhaled with stress when I saw her lying there. She was still not awake and I didn't really know what to do here, but nevertheless I had come.

Even if I couldn't talk to her, I wanted to be with her. I was sure that she felt my presence and maybe she would hear me. One could hope, after all.

"Hola Abuelita." I had to smile slightly as I called her Abuelita. "Melissa's parents are helping me out."

I squatted by her bed and eyed her thin arms. Trapped in my own world, I unconsciously stroked her soft skin and swallowed loudly.

"So for your surgery I'll get the money and a friend of mine has offered me a job at a restaurant. I should make relatively good money there. I'll get that."

I was very exhausted and even though I was about to meet Jake, I crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to my grandmother.

"I'm so sorry you have to wait. I'm sorry that your daughter, my mother is abandoning you like this and you have to rely on a little, useless girl."

I swallowed and rubbed my eyes. My eyes fell on the dying plant on the table and I drew my lips into a line. I couldn't hold back the urge to do it, and I rose from the white bed.

There were two small cups by the sink and I filled one with water, then gave it to the almost withered plant. All this seemed rather unusual to me. I was rarely in a hospital and if I was then definitely not alone or because someone in my family was affected.

"I don't know what to do. I want to help you, but all I can do right now is talk to you. It's so weird though. It's so bad not to see your eyes when I talk to you, because the look on your face always tells me that you're really listening to me, too."

"Miss?" I was startled by the friendly voice and turned to the door. A nurse was standing there and she looked at me with concern. "Is there anything I can help you with? Do you need anything?"

Maybe some Luck? "No, I'm fine."

I looked at my cell phone and remembered that number 81 had told me after school today that I should come to the racetrack. Of course I had asked why, but he just said that he would take me directly to The Sim.

To be honest, that confused me quite a bit. This was a very expensive restaurant and actually I thought it would take a while to get anywhere, but I guess Jake had superpowers and I seemed to be able to trust him.

My evening was pretty much planned out. After the visit to The Sim, I would meet with Heeseung, since he wanted to see me.

He probably wanted to apologize, but from my perspective, there was no reason for him to apologize.

I was not angry. I was annoyed and when I was annoyed, no apology would do any good. But since Heeseung was important to me, I let it pass and meet with him at my house.

TimeSkip:

Jake was sweaty and his skin shimmered a little under the hot sun. His complexion seemed the perfect contrast to his white tank top and my gaze lingered on his motocross pants, which hung from his hip bones.

Why I was looking at this so closely, I could only explain; We were on our way to the most expensive and classy restaurant and the idiot here was wearing dirty clothes and not to forget. A few of his black strands were stuck to his forehead.

"Do you think they'll even let you in the building like that?" "Sure they do." A small smile graced his lips as he held the car door open for me and watched me settle into the passenger seat.

Once I was seated, he closed the door and then got behind the wheel himself. What a gentleman...

The Audi logo gleamed on the steering wheel and I watched as my new friend drive off.

"How did you manage that?" "Hmm?" "Yeah, how did you manage to get me to look inside today?"

His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he blinked and turned right. "Talent," it came out of his mouth then, and his white teeth almost blinded me.

I couldn't help it and grinned down at my lap. "I owe you one." By the time I uttered the phrase, the Spaniard's hand was already in the air, waving it off. "No need. Besides, you can always use staff in that restaurant anyway. It's usually like a soccer stadium there."

I didn't know what to say to that, and merely nodded with a grin. I liked him. He was very easy going and didn't seem to take life too seriously.

"I'm totally sorry about Heeseung, too, by the way," came from me as the hazel-eyed man parked in a private lot, ignoring my renewed confused look.

He turned to me then, though, as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Doesn't have to. Besides, he was jealous, which means he might want something from you after all. Look at it from the bright side."

We both exited the car and I caught up to the Spaniard as he threw on a thin jacket. Thus he hid his tanned arms and I was able to fully concentrate again. Even though I had no interest in him, his arms had irritated me a little. I was also only a girl.

"It would be nice. He told me afterward that he didn't want me to have any other friends and that he only liked me as a friend."

Hearing my response, Jake tilted his head briefly and, not knowing what to say in response, shrugged. "It'll work out. And if it doesn't, it won't."

At the entrance, I had actually expected this butler to stop us, but he merely stepped aside and lowered his gaze as Jake pushed open the door.

Slowly it clicked with me and my windpipe tightened a little. "Don't tell me you own this place."

The Spaniard stopped in his steps and turned to me, as I had slowed down a bit, noticing all the golden accents and all these rich people sipping their champagne glasses.

"Not me... But my parents." He didn't seem too enthusiastic, which made me wonder.

"Jake Sim," it rolled off my tongue and his look became different, darker....

He looked down at me, but then turned to the female voice, which probably belonged to his mother. The boy in front of me straightened up and it seemed like he was just waiting for this moment.

"See you around." "You can't leave me alone now." "You're not alone." He pointed to the mid-40s woman and looked at me teasingly.

"Hola Mamá." She smiled and closed her eyes as her son pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm upstairs."

I would have loved to grab him and push his head into the large fish tank next to me, but I would save that for later. He looked at me one last time before disappearing behind a door, which was for staff only.

"Estela, is it?" My scowl softened as I targeted this jackass's mother and sheepishly nodded. "Right and you, eh Mrs Sim-" "Why don't you just call me Cayetana?" I nodded and then followed her.

Well then... Wassup Cayetana...