Cupid Hates Me ✔

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“I hope I’m not too early, Mrs Adams.”

“Oh no, you’re just on time,” said Mrs Adams as she ushered me inside her modest home.

Mrs Adams had phoned me in the morning to say that it’d be better if I came over to their house for my tutoring lessons because their car broke down. I accepted, but couldn’t believe that Jake was awake at this hour, even though it was around noon. Jake usually woke up at three in the afternoon.

The house was two-storied and looked homely, with a small garden at the front that must look beautiful during spring. It wasn’t as near as lavish as Leon’s house, but I found it pleasant.

“I tried waking Jake up,” said Mrs Adams as I followed her into the living room. “But he’s still snoring.”

“Maybe I could try waking him?” I asked before thinking.

Mrs Adams gave me a suspicious look. It was then that I realised that I wasn’t supposed to know Jake that well. Oops.

“Um…I meant…maybe he’d wake up seeing that his student’s arrived?” I said quickly.

She slowly nodded her head. “Yes, that might work. You could have a go.”

At that moment, her cell phone started ringing.

“His room’s upstairs on the left,” said Mrs Adams. “I have to take this call now. Good luck with waking him up; he’s a sound sleeper I’m afraid.” With that, she went inside another room, talking fast on the phone.

As I walked upstairs I looking at the family pictures hanging on the lavender coloured walls of the hallway. The family looked close, especially the siblings. Jake and his two sisters were together in every picture, grinning at the camera. They all had the same dark eyes, but the sisters looked most like their father while Jake resembled his mother.

I came upon a door that had several stickers plastered onto it and the words ‘Jake’s Room. Pesky older sisters not allowed.’ I chuckled at it, before knocking a few times and calling his name, but on receiving no answer, I entered.

The room was rather plain and not what I expected Jake to have. The walls were of a creamy white colour without any posters or decorations. Strong cologne hung in the air, and the room was a bit dark because the maroon coloured curtains were covering the window. A single bed was just beside the window with thick maroon bed-sheets tumbled onto it. A table with a black computer was at a corner with piles of CD cases and a stereo beside it. Jake’s black and red guitar laid leaning on the wall.

I looked around the room in confusion. Where was -

Upon closer inspection, I saw that the bed-sheets were…breathing. I took tentative steps towards it, and removed the blankets a few inches to discover Jake’s face buried in the pillow and his arms under it. He was wearing a plain red-shirt that was five sizes too big for him, and loose-fitting black track pants.

“Jake?” I poked his arm.

There was no response. If his chest wasn’t moving up and down, I’d be sure he was dead.

I shook him a little bit harder. “Jake. Wake up.”

He moved his arm to scratch his head, but he didn’t look like he was awake. I sighed and decided on a different approach.

Smirking, I leaned forwards and put my mouth near his ear.

“JAKE, WAKE THE HELL UP!”

Jake’s eyes snapped open and he jerked into a sitting position, looking alarmed and horrified at the same time. He looked like he was about to go fight a war.