“What are you afraid of Jake?” I asked whilst moving my hands to his chest; palms over his heart.

“I’m not afraid…it’s just complicated”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”  I was being stubborn simply because I was sick of everyone tip toeing around me. I was always the last one to know if anything was going to affect me in a greater measure, than normal day to day activities. It was pitifully degrading.

"Nessie…please, don’t. Trust me” I leant forward and raised myself up slightly. I was dwarfed by his tall structure at the best of times, let alone now. I let my hand brush against his russet cheek and across his pursed lips.

“I’m tougher than I look” My voice was barely above a whisper as I moved my head up to his neck and spoke into his ear.

“You’re not ready for this…” My eyes locked with his and I realized something; I wasn’t a child anymore. I could feel emotions that had previously been beyond my reach. It was amazing. The cover had been drawn from across my eyes and I could see as plain as day what I wanted and who I wanted. Jacob…

“Try me” I smiled nervously and closed my eyes as I ventured to his lips. His warm sweet breath flew against my face and I shuddered against his form. For what seemed like an eternity, we stood still- locked in place- barely an inch from each other, until I felt him shake and lean further forward. But instead of kissing me, he gripped a hold of my shoulders and pushed me backwards; not painfully, but just enough so that I couldn’t reach him.

“I just can’t…” I bit my lip as rejection hit me at full force, I had known that there had been a chance- however small it was- that my assumptions about Jacob and I were completely bogus, but I didn’t realise it would hurt if that was the case.

“W-why?” Red hot tears started to fall down my cheeks, and it wasn’t because of what just happened, it was the look of horror and pain on Jacob’s face. He shook his head and moved backwards slightly; creating even more space between us. “J-Jacob please” My voice wavered, obviously hitting Jacob a little harder than I wanted it to. His body started to convulse again, but I was interrupted just before going to help him. My pocket began to ring; filling the air with a high-pitched alert.