Author: DegrassiLover224 PM
Clare though Jake was perfect, until she found something she wish she hadn'tRated: Fiction M - English - Humor - Clare E. & Jake M. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,648 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 10-09-11 - Published: 07-23-11 - id: 7211279
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Today, I have to meet Jake. I always hated him, he was such a dickhead.
I heard someone knock on our door. I opened it and saw Jake.
Great, I think to myself. Just great. I sigh and say hello.
"Hey, is your mother here?" Jakes father bursts out.
"Yes, she's in the kitchen"
I looked at Jake…
He was so different.. so… sexy. Wait no, I hate him. I can't be into him. Calm your vagina Clare.
"Hey…" Jake says smiling at me.
"..Hi" I smile.
He walks in. I'm literally fainting.
"You okay?" he asks me.
"Yeah, I'm uh, great."
Ever since that breakup, I've been sad and angry. Jakes smile melted me too.
Tonight at dinner, we ate chicken for dinner. Jake was REALLY enjoying it.
He ripped the skin off the chicken and swallowed it whole, the bone and everything.
"You sure like chicken, don't you Jake?"
I said. "Mhmm" He said with his mouth full while he grabbed another piece of chicken.
"Jake, why don't you and Clare uh, go for a walk?" My mom suggested. "Uhh...okay," I replied awkwardly.
Jake got up from the counter and put on his jacket. Right when we were about to leave he went over to the bowl of chicken and he grabbed 6 more fried chicken legs, shoving them in his pockets and down his shirt. I grabbed his hand as we walked out the door. Jake pulled out a piece of chicken from his pocket and began eating it. I just looked straight and kept walking.
"So uh, how've you been?" I asked him shyly. "Great, how bout you?" He said. Oh my god, he just asked me how I've been. He is such a sex muffin, can I just rip his clothes off right now? Snap out of it Clare!
"Uh, I've been pretty chill, you know school is keeping me busy and stuff."
"Yupp, school tends to be something to keep you busy."
"Yeah..." I said. I couldn't take it anymore. My hormones were raging and Jake was too gorgeous not to have my hands on him. Fuck Eli, I want me some Jakey. I ripped the chicken from his hands and jumped on him, making him fall over in the street. I licked the chicken fat off his lips and darted my tongue in his mouth. I began to make out with him intensley as cars passed by, staring at us, but I didn't care. I felt something poke me and had hope that I may have given him a boner, but it turns out if was just a piece of fried chicken. That stopped me from kissing him and I looked deeply into his eyes. We both stared at each other until are lips met once more, but this time the kiss was sincere, and sweet. I pulled away and looked at him once more. "That was...wow," I said. "You got that right."
One week later~
Jake and I had been dating for a week but I had the feeling that he may be seeing someone else already. Am I that boring? I mean, I always knew he had a thing for fried chicken, but it's not like... what am I thinking? What kind of dipshit thrusts with chicken? Wow, I am one sick fuck thinking about that. I mean...how would you even... Whoa Clare, hold your ponies, that isn't even possible.
As I walked the halls, I was thinking who that sexy dickhead was cheating on me with. Maybe it was Imogen? The other day I saw her put Eli's hand on her tits, I knew she was a whore. I wanted to kill that bitch for stealing my Jakey Booboo. As I got on the bus, I was thinking about the beat down I was gonna give this Imogen whore.
I decided to go over to Jake's house to see if he was still acting weird and distant. As soon as I got off the bus I ran to the Martin's house without even letting my mom know. I rang the doorbell and answered the door. "Good afternoon Clare, Jake is up in his room if you wanna go see him," He said. I nodded and ran up the stairs. He had a pretty nice house for the most part, but I was really excited to see his room. I was only a few feet away from his door when I heard Jake moaning from his room. I could feel the smoke come out of my ears. Jake is such a fuckhead, why the hell would he do this to me? Can he not handle just one vagina?
I turned the doorknob and walked into his room. I gasped as I looked around his room. His walls were covered in fried chicken paintings and photos, but really shocked me was the gigantic golden shrine of a chicken leg in the middle of his room labled "Donkadooballz". What the fuck kind of shitty name was that? His bed covers had the pattern of roasted chickens on them. As I inched my head closer to the bed I saw something that would scar me for the rest of my life...