Bloodstream | Nate Jacobs

Chapter Twenty-Six

Song for this chapter: Go fuck yourself - Two Feet

"Do I have to be here?" I whined, while tugging on the end of my itchy sweater. The black wool was already starting to irritate my skin and in retrospect I should have put on an under shirt to protect my sensitive skin.

"Yes," Nate groaned for the millionth time. The annoyance of my repeated question grew on his tongue. Instead he extended his hand out for me to grasp onto.

I took his hand into mine quickly, allowing his touch to absorb that anxiety that was coursing through out my chest. If their was anything that set my anxiety on edge it was spending time with Cal Jacobs.

"I hate wearing all this itchy clothing, I'd rather be at home naked," I pouted.

Nate sighed, "Please just behave. This is a huge deal with my family."

"Fine," I huffed. "But tomorrow we are going for tacos."

"Brat," Nate chuckled.

"Tacos and a movie night," I chimed with a wide smile.

"Deal. Just behave," Nate spoke while his lips curved into half smile. I could only imagine the amusement that he was getting from my childish behavior.

The carnival was huge and it felt like forever before we had even reached the Jacob's chili stand. The night was going by extremely slow. Nate and Cal stood at the front of the booth filling the chili cups and handing them to everyone that came to the booth. Marsha was wearing a beautiful grey sweater with a baseball cap on her head. Her shoulder length hair was in tight curls. The smile that radiated off her lips tonight was contagious. I couldn't stop wipe away the grin on my face.

"Sorry I'm late," A dark haired boy panted as he stepped inside of the booth.

I recognized him from the family photos that lines the walls of the Jacobs home. He looked very similar to Nate but much older. With brown stubble on his chin and a short hair cut. Both of the boys were such a printed copy of both Cal and Marsha. Though I do think there was another little boy in the photo albums.

"Aaron this is my girlfreind, Lily," Nate spoke sternly, gesturing between Aaron and me with the Chili ladle in hand.

"Nice to meet you," Aaron smiled, while extending out his hand.

I cocked my head in confusion for a moment before realizing that he was was suggesting a handshake. I followed his hand movement and watched as he shook my hand before spinning around and wrapping an apron around his waist to avoid any spills on his clothing that looked very expensive.

Nate and his family were very proper in public settings. I couldn't help but wonder if Aaron was just as fucked up as Cal and Nate.

"Lily, would you help me unwrap all these soup bowls?" Marsha asked politely with a smile.

I stepped quickly beside her and began to tear the plastic off the paper bowls. Each stake had 6 bowls, which was mildly inconvenient. I carried on opening the stakes of bowls as Cal and Nate needed them. Marsha and Aaron chatted away with customers and a few people who lingered around the booth, they must have been freinds.

"Can I get one chili," Jules stuttered out, standing in front of Cal.

I couldn't help but look up and stare at the anxious girl. Nate looked back at me with a bored expression on his face, but I couldn't stop the vile the rose in my throat. And the disgusting images that flashed through my mind. Cal poured chili into a bowl with a shaky hand and before Jules could take it from him, he dropped it down on the ground. Way to act nonchalantly.