The days passed fairly quickly with Jake. We'd work on the bikes and put things together or just talk.
That is, until it happened.
We were sitting in the garage, Jake under the bike, and me digging around in the engine. Jake was in sort of a bad mood, like he was waiting for something that never came. He was being sharp and gave me these weird looks all the time.
"Seriously, Jake, what is your problem?" I sighed, trying to make my tone light. He rolled out from underneath the bike and glared at me with dark brown eyes. "Sarah, what do you feel?" The question had taken me aback. "Pretty pissed that you're being such a moron, why?" I retorted. He chuckled and muttered something under his breath.
"Jake! What the HELL!? Why are you keeping something from me!?" I stood up, my chair falling over behind me, my hands oily and dirty. "You don't tell me ANYTHING, you act like you know everything, and REFUSE to tell me what's up!" I was burning, I could hear blood roaring in my ears and ran toward him. As he was pushed back into the wall, he laughed and folded his arms over his chest. Who did he think he was!? I shook my head and stormed out of the garage. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen.
And it did.
As I was pacing back and forth, I felt a wave of heat and anger, and buried my head in my hands. It felt like my insides were being transformed and squished as my hands moved away from my face. I fell over, and blacked out for a second. When I came to , I could see. REALLY see. I stood up...sort of.
**will add more later**