Kidnapped, Unfortunately

Chapter Fifty Five

"Haha! I win again!" I cheered, my rock beating Jacob's scissors.

"How are you so good at this game?" He complained.

"You pick scissors every time, man."

"I like the way it feels!" He protested.

Camille had finally grown bored and went downstairs to get a snack, while Jacob and I were leaning against the door.

"What on earth is taking them so long?" I complained. "Are they reciting pi or something?"

"Maybe they're counting all of Carson's bad decisions!" Jacob snorted.

"Nice one! High five!" I complimented and high-fived him.

After we settled back against the door, Jacob spoke tentatively, "Have you thought more about my declaration?"

"I'm actually trying really hard NOT to think about it," I told him.

He huffed impatiently. "I need an answer, Aileen."

I gasped involuntarily. "Hold up- you just said my name!"

"Wow, you have EARS," He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

I narrowed my one at him. "I mean you said it correctly. Not 'Ale', you said Aileen!"

"That's because I'm not in a joking mood," He informed me. "I want an answer. And I want it now."

"Give me a minute, ok?" I demanded, not liking his pushy attitude. "Let me mull this over."

"Fine," He said, "Give me a call when you're done."

And then he laid down on the ground and closed his eyes.

Alright, Aileen, time to think.

I know thinking things over isn't your speciality, but sometimes you just gotta do it.

You know, if you really think about, it's been a self-imposed rule NOT to think things through, so technically, by thinking this through, I'm breaking the rules, which is what a thug would do.

So basically, by thinking things through, I'm keeping up my gangster image.

Wow, I just got really distracted. See, THIS is why I never think things through.

Anyways, thinking time.

Jacob really hasn't done much for me. This guy kidnapped me and held me against my will for weeks. If that isn't a problem I don't know what is.

So, why should I give this guy a chance, he's literally a criminal.

But, I don't want to be a hypocrite here, so I can't really use his criminal activity as a reason not to give him a chance.

The real question is, do I like him?

Answer: Jacob is annoying. And irritating. And stubborn. And also an idiot.

But at the same time, he was clever when he wanted to be, smart about certain things, and also compassionate, caring, and loyal.

In fact, he could teach me a thing or two.

The problem was, we clashed often.

Although, I did read an article once saying that people who fight a lot have really passionate sex, so that is definitely something to consider.

Plus, life is always more interesting with Jacob around.

But this wasn't about me having a fun life, it was about many things.

I finally shook Jacob awake.

"Wake up," I said, shaking him aggressively.

Unfortunately for me, he had ACTUALLY fallen asleep, and was not responding.

I shook him harder, and he jerked upwards, bonking into my forehead.

"Ow!" I complained, rubbing it gingerly. "Bitch!"

"Sorry," He said, massaging his own forehead.

That thing hurt! I always knew he was hard headed.

"So you've come to a decision?" He pressed, taking his hand away from his face.

I sighed. "I have. Jacob, I've had a nice time being held captive by you, but-"

"I don't like buts!" He cried in distress.

"Hear me out," I said.

"No, you hear me out!" He countered. "How about I make you a deal."

I perked up. I liked deals! "What kind of deal?"

"How about this," said Jacob, "I'll let you leave, and promise to never bother you again, if you just agree to one thing."

I narrowed my eyes, unsure of where this was going. "What thing?"

"One date."

Hm.

Logically, this was a pretty good deal. But I've never been very good at thinking logically.

I gave him a quick once over.

He gave me a winning smile.

Hm.

"Fine," I said finally. "You've got it. One date, and then this whole thing will be over."

A huge grin broke out on his face, and threw himself at me, knocking me over.

"YES! THANKYOUTHANKYOHTHANKYOU!"

"Help!" I gasped, stuck in between the floor and him.

"You won't regret this!"

"I think I already do!" I wheezed.