Chapter 9

Hi :) So this chapter is dedicated to AndyDuncan cause she sorta inspired a bit of this chapter plus she commented her honest opinion which made me happy so here's chapter 9 brownaynays!

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-Jesse's POV-

Black Death: Noun.

Definition: An outbreak of bubonic plague that was pandemic throughout Europe and parts of Asia in the 14th century.

Bubonic Plague: Also a Noun.

Definition: The most common form of plague in humans, characterized by fever, delirium, and the formation of buboes.

I was avoiding Christian like he had caught the bubonic plague.

I ended up walking straight next door, to my mother's room. I changed all the bedsheets and covers just in case of any intercourse that may have happened before they left, before I crashed there for about 3 days in counting.

Not unpacking your clothes from your suitcase does have its pros.

But locking yourself from the outside world does also have its cons.

Cons like having nothing on my mind but Christian, so much it was driving me mad knowing he was just a couple of doors down from me.

So much that I wrote a list.

Why I can't be with Christan.

1: He is my Stepbrother.

This means that our parents are the same, our last names are the same and it would qualify as incest.

2: I am not good with risk taking when it comes to the feelings of others.

My mother and stepfather could have trouble with this. They could find it weird and go ballistic. Mum has a tendacy to overreact to anything and everything. I cant even think of the possibilities that could come of this.

They could end up having a huge argument over it and mum could slip away from us again if Theodore leaves her because she overreacted to much. It took so long to get her away the first time, I am not risking it.

3: He's a player

Who knows how many girls he's been with? He has the body, the smile, and he's cocky; the perfect "player attitude".

He's the most popular guy at his school (As Nicholas has gladly told me) and rumours say he has a girl or two hanging off his arm everyday. I've never been cheated on, and frankly, I'm not willing to find out. I've only ever had two relationships counting Jason, so I'm inexperienced with heartbreak as it was a mutual breakup the last time.

Besides, I dont want to catch any STD's.

4: He's going to be Alpha.

I cannot stand alpha's. They're all the same. They all think they're better than everyone else, and can do whatever they want. Things like ganging up to take out a truly great alpha, just so they can have more riches and power.

So much they would scar a woman for the rest of her life, not knowing that they've scared the child along with her. They would wipe out a family, a pack, the world if they could, just for power and money. My strong opinion will never change, because that's always their true colours.

Except for my father.

And I'm ranting. Greaat.

5: The fact that I cant think up any more reasons and I'm about to write another list that will contradict any and everything I just said.

Why I should be with Christan.

Argument to #1: Im overreacting, its not actually incest unless its blood relate-

I stopped there, scrunching up the paper and walking to the bin. I shredded the scrunched up ball in frustration, knowing if I kept writing I would need another 5 pages for that list.

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The air in the car should've been thick and almost bulging out of the windows with awkwardness, but as usual with Christan Drake, nothing went along with my expectations.

It was silent, yes.

But it was not awkward at all.

You know how you can almost feel the awkwardness in certain places, like its a string that's about to snap? A small part of me wanted it to be like that when I was told I had to go pick up my parents from the airport with Christan. Alone in a car.

But the silence was so comfortable, I felt like I could stay like that forever. Which for me, is not normal at all mostly because usually all silences are almost always awkward for me when spent with other people. But as I said, nothing ever lived up to my expectations with Christan around.

The whole drive to the airport in Theodore's car was pretty long due to traffic, meaning we would probably be late to pick up both our parents.

Their flight from Hawaii to London was due to land in 10 minutes, and we were more than half an hour away.

'Could you stop that?'

Christan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, everything left behind. His voice was one that couldn't be copied, let me tell you that.

'Stop what?'

'Chewing your lip like that' He said.

I then became aware of what I was doing, and tasted the metallic taste of fresh flesh against my tongue. I stopped, scolding myself internally. Its a bad habit.

'Why?' I asked confused.

My eyes snapped to him at this moment.

Looking at him was the worst mistake I had made within the day.

He wore fairly skinny dark blue jeans, showing off his legs, not to mention a checkered shirt.

Now I'm not usually one for checks, but with his rolled up sleeves and first button undone, he made it look far from a hillbilly.

His chest.. even if the Lord didn't will it I would've found a way to stare at his perfectly sculpted upper body all day.

I quickly looked away, trying to get the image of his perfect good looks out of my head, staring out the window instead.

'Its distracting me from the road. Don't want us to crash cause I couldn't help but look at what your doing with those damn lips now do we?' He said with a teasing tone.

I scoffed, sliently happy that he couldn't see my face cause I was blushing like a pig.

There was more silence for about 10 minutes, when I couldn't take keep my nervous energy in any longer.

'When are we getting there? You know their flight has landed right?'

'Patience. We'll get there when we get there'

'Can I at least have a little hint on when we'll get there?'

'Calm down Jay'

'Must you call me Jay?'

'Yes, I must'

'Well you don't actually have to..'

'Its a free country isn't it?'

'If I was the queen you'd listen'

'But you're not'

'I could be'

'I strongly doubt that Jay'

'I could!'

'Oh yeah? How' Christan laughed.

'Ill go marry Prince Harry' I stated proudly.

Christan's grip on the wheel tightened. Is that... jealousy I detect?

A tiny smirk rose on my lips, knowing I should play with him a little.

'Oh I could try for Ed Sheeran! Yeah, he's amazing! He's so musically talented, with that godlike ginger hair, he's just absolutely gorgeou-'

Christan swerved the car to the side, stopping beside the footpath.

He leaned towards me, and in one swift movement his lips were beside my ear. Just his breath on my skin ran tingles from my ear lobe throughout my entire frame. He grazed his lips against my earlobe, a breath getting caught up in my throat as he did.

'That guy' He started.

His lips pressed lightly against the skin under my ear, tracing themselves down my neck. I should be disguisted, or at least push him away because I hate people touching my neck but I couldn't.

My skin was on fire everywhere he touched me, including the firm grip he held on my upper waist.

'Doesnt' He left my skin to whisper, before going straight to my sweet spot.

A soft moan left my lips as he sucked on the skin lightly. My heart was racing at triple the speed, thoughts bounding against my brain. My brain didn't allow them in.

'And never will' He mumbled against me.

At this point, I thought nothing could be better than this, as he kissed down my neck till he reached the top of my shoulder, before swiftly moving his lips back to my earlobe to let his teeth graze it as he whispered the end of his sentence.

'Have the same effect I do'

I felt his presence swiftly leave me, and the car started moving.

Stunned.

Stunned as I watched him drive with a tiny smirk on his face. I could feel everywhere he had been, and all I could think about was Christan.

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind as hard as I could, forcing myself to think about how late we were.

Theodore and my mum should have arrived half an hour ago by the time we pulled into the airport.

It honestly seemed that Christan was going the slowest he possibly could as we got out of the car, after moving even slower when driving in.

It. Was. Driving. Me. Insane.

And I think he knew it, because at that moment he leant back into the car to grab his phone. So, so slowly.

Mum was going to kill me for being so late. She hated me always being late.

'Could you go any slower?' I almost snapped.

Christan continued taking his own sweet time closing the door, running his hand through his hair. He used the car door window to check, the small smirk on his face evident.

The irritation for his slowness was growing, no matter how good he looked when fixing his hair.

'I could go slower if you wanted' He then started walking in slow motion.

I could feel a smile curling onto my lips, he's such a dork. I quickly wiped it off, replacing it with a roll of my eyes.

'Oh for God's sake'

I grabbed his hand, and started tugging him towards the international arrivals terminal.

I tried to ignore the fact that electricity was surging through me at the current moment. If that wasn't enough, I couldn't help but admire how muscular his arm was.

So muscular and amazing.. like a perfect body builders' arms. But not too muscular like The Terminator, cause that's a bit scary.

He laughed melodiously, giving in and running along behind me. I would've crashed straight into the automatic opening doors if there wasn't a couple with a pram in front of me.

I dodged them, yelling a quick 'Sorry!' behind me, followed by 'Your baby is really cute!' From Christan.

My shoes screeched against the freshly mopped floors, stopped to look at the flight schedule board.

'Hawaii, 1300 hours, Delayed. You have got to be kidding me' I muttered some colourful words under my breath.

And yes, I did read the time in Army Mode.

'Calm down Jay, we'll just go see when their flight is landing' Christan said from behind me.

I gave him a small nod, following him to the information centre.

It was then that I realised he had fully intwined our hands. Compared to my hand holding onto his wrist, his fingers were now laced between mine as we walked side by side. To anyone, we would look like a couple in love due to the way our hands swayed slightly as we walked.

I shouldn't be coupley like this. Its wrong with him. Besides, its not like me to do something like this anyway.

I loosened my grip a little, trying to slowly pry my hands away. Christan obviously wasn't having any of it. He pulled me closer to him softly, wrapping his hand more around mine.

I didnt bother changing it, or making a huge deal out of it. People can hold hands, and they dont have to be dating.

We reached the flight information kiosk, seeing a lady typing away at her computer. She had her perfect blonde hair tied up in a perfect bun, her suit jacket and skirt perfectly ironed. She just looked like a vision of strictness, yet perfection.

'What time is the delayed flight from Hawaii gonna be landing?' I asked her.

She looked up from her computer only to stare at me in the eyes for a moment, as if judging my grammar. She then gave me a once over, her face scruching up in disgust.

Her eyes roamed to Christan, widening them when she looked at our intwined fingers.

I mean, I know I dont deserve him cause I ain't half as beautiful as I should be, but could you say it any softer?

She started typing away on her keyboard, throwing insults at her in my head.

"Yeah, he's with me BLEEEP.

Bet you've never even had someone with perfectly muscular arms or amazing good looks like my boy right here so HA you little BLEEEP.

You've probably never even been BLEEPPed cause you're such a BLEEEEP and a BLEEEPing judger.

So I shouldn't even call you a BLEEPin BLEEP BLEEPer, Miss I-am-perfect-and-judge-people-on-their-appearence-and-if-theyre-worthy-enough-for-a-person-or-not-cause-I'm-a-boring-BLEEPer"

"Oops. Sorry" I added innocently, a small smile landing on my lips.

I'm not sure if I said that out loud, or if Christan saw something extremely funny, because he burst into laughter beside me. I ignored him, not wanting to know at all when she answered.

'The flight from Hawaii is due to land around the time of 4:20pm. This should be an approximately two and a half hour wait, but I assume you may like to have some lunch at McDonalds? You look like you dine there more than often' Her accent was Posh English, and I would be awfully jealous of her if she didn't practically insult me.

"I feel good now because my judgements were right about you so ha. I win" I smiled on the outside.

'Why yes, and we're bloody proud. I'll be there with my boyfriend if you need a bit of fattening up. Hell, I hope you do join us. That much skinny doesnt look too healthy' I faked concern.

Her smile faltered a bit, the glare in her eyes evident. I smiled wider.

'Come on' I whispered to Christan, the happiness in my voice unable to be hidden.

He seemed to take advantage, looping his arm around my waist as we walked off. I didn't forget to flip my middle finger behind me.

My left leg walked at the same time as his, in horrible sync. We kept stumbling side to side, laughter loud.

I fell into his side at the foot of the escalator, almost tripping on the stairs. Christan quickly pulled me up, back to his side again.

Both his hands went to my waist as we travelled up the moving stairs, his cheeky brown eyes looking into mine.

'I do quite like the sound of boyfriend'

'I quite like the sound of G-' I internally slapped myself, hard.

'G..rilled cheese on a burger. Yeah, Macca's sounds good right now' I lamely covered up, using the end of the escalator as an excuse to shrivel out of his hold.

I'm sure I was mistaken when I saw a little bit of hurt in him, as he seemed to be fine again because he mumbled a

'Same' with a fake pout.

I probably shouldn't be spending time with Christan, considering the past events but.. he was offering me free food and I wasn't about to deny that offer.

Besides, I could really use a McChicken Burger, maybe some fries, oh and a sprite. Mmm McChicken combo.

'So folks, what'll it be?' The lady at the counter said.

She had an accent like Vanessa's, American.

'Ill have a McChicken combo ×2 please' Christan said, making me widen my eyes. How did he know what I wanted?

'Drinks?' She asked, tapping the order into the little electronic board.

That little board brought back such great memories.

I remember once I came to McDonalds with my family, crawling on the counter while my father was ordering at a service station while we were on holiday.

I was about 4 then. Dad used to say I looked at the electronic board in wonder, with "Big inquisitive eyes that noone could say no to"

The old woman at the counter asked me if I wanted to push the buttons of my family's order, which my parents agreed too with a laugh. Dad had told me that my brother was too hooked onto his new Gameboy to participate in anything.

I typed most of the order in wrong, and since technology wasn't too great back then we couldn't change it. But they didnt mind. They were great.

Mum filmed everything. She used to film everything. No first step or fallen tooth was missed. You would never see my mother without a camera in her hand.

That was, until the day Dad and Clark passed on.

Sometimes I wonder what she did with all of it.

Christan gave me a sympathetic knowing smile, ordering the drinks. He just happened to order a sprite and a Pepsi.

I don't even know how he's doing that.

He looked at me and smiled knowingly, like he had seen the memory my mind and I just shared. I gave him a small smile back, feeling comforted from the warmth of his smile.

'Here you are' The lady behind the counter slid the last burger onto the tray of food.

I went to get it but Christan immediately got the two trays before me.

'You could at least give me one to hold' I frowned.

I feel so bloody useless.

'Nah, I think my perfect, muscular, body builder's arms can handle it' He smirked.

And that's when it hit me.

I forgot to put up by block!

Stupid pack mind link! He's been reading my mind all day! No wonder he knew what to order...

'You, are a complete asshole and a utter jerk Mr. Drake' I frowned, shoving him lightly.

'Really? You weren't thinking that earlier. If I recall it was something about "I could get lost in his eyes all day, their so-"' I shoved him lightly again, cutting himself off with his own laughter.

This should be illegal.

'Ahh but if it was illegal, packs wouldn't use it, and we could be at easy risk of an attack' He said matter-of-factly.

Stupid bloody know-it-all alpha.

With that I put my block up, making sure he wouldn't read my thoughts again.

Besides, its not my fault that its hard not to think about him. He is my mate after all.

My mate.

Sometimes I wonder why life throws things at me that ruins my plans.

Its not fair.

But that's just the way it is.

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I haven't updated in ages..

I'm sorry.

This chapter to get ya'll understanding Jesse's feelings a bit more. She's mostly just afraid of what's to come, which will be explained later on.

Afraid of what people will think, afraid of commitment, afraid of giving love. She's a cover up girl, and doesn't let out her feelings much, since the "accident" (which will be mentioned fully next 1 or so chapter) and just doesn't know how to cope with her feelings.

Love ya brownaynays! Never believe anything they say, they don't know you like you know yourself. Stay strong Xx

This authors note is way too long for its own good.

Nobody's probably reading.

Meh, oh well.

Love ya!

Naya Xx