lemonade novel Chapter 4

Jackie's POV

I was sitting on the couch squished in between Dylan and Jaden— not that I was complaining— and we were just watching Trace Urban. At least, I was watching Trace. The two gods beside me were fixated on their phones as were the rest of the boys. Dylan looked intensely at his screen and it seemed like he wasn't liking what he was seeing. His lips pulled into a heavy scowl and his brows furrowed together as if he was fuming. He abruptly stood up and went upstairs.

I looked to my other side to see Jaden aggressively playing a game of FIFA. He was focused and I wondered what would happen if I just bumped his phone out of his hand.

"Oh no." The phone fell with a sounding crack that had everyone frozen in their place. That doesn't sound right. Jaden picked his phone up and stared with his mouth open like a fish. His once scratch less screen was now a canvas of multiple shatters. Some of the glass had even spread out on the floor and Bryan had gone to get something to sweep it up. I stared back at Jaden with apologetic eyes and started blabbering. "Jaden, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that would happen. I was just bored and none of you were paying me any attention. I just wanted you to talk to me and so I tried distracting you. I'm sorry for your shattered screen, I'll repay all the damages. How much do you think it'll be-"

I stopped my rambling when I heard his chuckle. "You're funny when you babble." He looked at me with something that looked like adoration in his eyes. Err. "It's fine. You don't have to get my phone fixed. It's due for an upgrade anyways." At this statement, I narrowed my eyes.

"You stupid boy! You made me freak out over this thing. That was not right!" I sealed it with a slap across the face. Now, that was loud. His head turned to the side from the impact and Jaxon laughed loudly while everyone was speechless.

"What the hell?! That was painful!" Jaden rubbed his cheek, bewildered at my reaction. "Damn woman, where did you learn to hit?" He cried out.

"When someone messes with me, I tend to do that." I blushed furiously— even though they can't see it— and reached out for his face. "Here, let me see." I tried to help but he held his hands up to block his face.

"Don't hit me again." He pleaded.

"I won't. Just let me see your cheek." I pried his hands down to his lap to be faced with the sight of a red hand mark on his tanned skin. Well.

How do I say this? "Um... There's a tiny red mark on your face. Like, you're blushing type of red." The look he was giving me was murderous. "I think I'm just going to go to the kitchen, right about..." I was already bolting out the lounge. I could hear heavy steps following closely behind me. I made many twists and turns and opened a random door. I slammed it and leaned against it, sliding down. Why was this house so damn big? My eyes were closed and my breath was ragged as I tried to compose myself. When I caught sight again, I looked around the grey and white room. Well, this place is bland. Who even sleeps here? As I got up, I could hear Jaden's taunting voice out in the hallway.

"Hey Jackie, where are you? I just want to talk. Come on out." I'm so dead. "I wonder what room you're in? Is it this one?" pause "Nope. I bet it's this one... Aw, no luck." I could hear his footsteps getting close and decided to hide in the bathroom. Locking the door, I heard Jaden entering the room and tried to be as quiet as I could be.

After a few minutes of silence. I let out a sigh of relief and walked closer to the door. Opening it, I looked around to find nothing. I walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen to find Jaden waiting, leaning against the counter with an Oreo in hand. Oh no.