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The Landslide [Part II]

Yay for awkwardly not knowing how to get a story started! Hopefully you like this chapter, but I promise as soon as this story starts going, the chapters WILL get longer and more interesting. So, here's chapter 2, and please let me know what you think! xx

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Present –

Jacob sunk down on the ground and curled up on the cold, hard concrete sidewalk, just as he had the night Claire had first found him. It was dark, and it was late. No one would take notice of him, but he didn’t give a damn even if they did. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as a few more tears slipped down his face. She had left him for something he couldn’t control… She was gone.

After lying on the sidewalk for what felt like ages, he gingerly pushed himself up and pulled the black velvet box out of his pocket. He opened it up and stared at the silver band with the sparkling jewel glinting in the moonlight, mocking him. He always knew Claire was too good for him. He didn’t deserve her. She could do so much better. It seemed like now, though, she had finally caught on. God, he wished she hadn’t.

3 years earlier –

Jacob was toying with the idea of seeing Claire again. He wondered if she would even agree to it, or if she just saw him as some drunken idiot. He had to admit though, he was a drunken idiot more often than not. He didn’t have her number, but he did know where she lived. He grinned to himself as he thought it over, deciding he had nothing to lose.

Once he found his way back to her street, he leaned up against the steering wheel, trying to get a better look at the houses as he slowly passed. “Claire, Claire,” he murmured to himself, trying to remember which was hers. “Number… What number was it? 31? No, not that… Wait, 13!” House number thirteen was the same shade of light green that he remembered, making it stand out from all the other plain colours.

He pulled into the driveway and sat in the car for a moment longer before dragging himself out and onto her front porch. Without hesitation, Jacob hit the doorbell twice and waited.

A surprised-looking Claire answered the door. “Jacob?” she asked cautiously.

“He-ey, you remember me!” he replied, grinning.

“Right, but I’m not the one who was passed out on the ground, totally drunk.” Claire crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, her eyebrows raised.

“And that’s true. However,” he added, “I do remember you. Claire, right?”

“Wow, look at you,” she muttered, unimpressed.

“Right. Well, I think we owe it to ourselves to go grab a drink, or something, so what do you say?” Jacob flashed his smile in her direction again, clearly hoping it would have the usual effect.

“No thanks,” she stated simply.

Jacob looked at her, baffled, before recomposing himself and trying again. “I don’t think you heard me right,” he said, speaking slowly. “You and I should go out, maybe grab a drink, or something.”

“I heard you the first time, Jake. The answer’s still no.” Claire smiled up at him, as though to assure him the world wouldn’t end just because she rejected him.

“Okay, well, why the hell not?” he demanded. Jake by no means had let fame get to his head, but he was getting accustomed to the fact that girls loved him. He was rarely ever told no.

Claire shrugged. “I’m just not interested right now, that’s all. Look, I have somewhere to be,actually ,” she said, slinging her purple yoga bag over her shoulder. “Dance,” she added in response to Jake’s quizzical look.

Jacob let her pass by him and watched as she slipped into her car and pulled out of the driveway. That was fucking strange, he thought to himself. He slowly trudged down the steps and made his way to his car. The fact that she refused him only made him want her more. As much of a blow to the ego as that was, he was determined to win her over now more than ever.

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