I leaned on my windowsill and stared at the moon. I sighed. Today had been a seriously shitty day. My mind was just starting to wander when an almighty bang sent me tumbling backwards and left me spreadeagled on the floor. I was about to curse when I saw what had caused it. Balancing on my outer windowsill was Jack. My face split into an ear to ear grin.
I scrambled up to open the window. Jack had only just crossed the threshold when I grabbed him around the waist into a hug that sent us both off balance, and for the second time in as many minutes I was on my floor. The only difference this time was that Jack was on top of me.
I became aware of my frantic heartbeat and the fact that I could feel Jacks cool breath on my neck. He could obviously hear the change in my pulse as his lips pulled up into my favourite lopsided smile.
"Happy to see me?" he asked.
I nodded. There were some strange emotions flooding through me and I didn't trust myself to speak. I had missed Jack, I'd missed him bad, but I thought it was just his company I missed. Lying here though with his hard muscles pressing against me, I was affected in a very different sort of way.
Our eyes locked and his eyes flashed red. Not the normal red I'd witnessed when he was angry, but a softer, gentler shade. It seemed as though his head moved closer to mine but the movement was so minimal it was hard to tell. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could there was a knock on my door.
I felt the all too familiar whip of the air that meant Jack had left. He'd left my window open and before I went to see who had knocked I slammed it shut. If he was going to leave without so much as a goodbye then he wasn't welcome back in.
I took a moment to compose myself and my visitor knocked again.
"Coming!" I shouted and headed to the door. On the other side was Andy laden with flowers and a bottle of wine.
"Truce?" He offered with a smile. How could a girl say no to that?
"Of course! Come in." I opened the door wide and settled down on my bed while Andy fussed about getting water for the flowers.
"I'm sorry for being a jealous jerk before. I don't know what came over me!" I was affronted at first that he don't apologise for the Scar incident but then I remembered Jack made him forget.
"It's OK I'm just glad we're friends again. I've missed you!" I leaned over and hugged him.
"I missed you too Scarlet." He smiled and paused before saying, "right where's your corkscrew? Lets get drunk!"
And that's what we did! We finished off his bottle whilst watching a sitcom on tv. After that was finished I unearthed another bottle from my draws and we drank that whilst gossiping scandalously, mainly about Meg and James, and Mark and Natalya.
The second bottle became empty far quicker than the first I noticed how tipsy I was actually feeling. I turned to Andy and gave him a stupid grin. His face was much more serious though and before I knew it his lips were against mine and his arms were crushing me to his body. I tried to pull away but he held me firm, his lips unrelenting. I struggled some more before starting to panic. If you're still out there Jack this would be a pretty good time to return!
But alas he did not and I resorted to the only thing left in my arsenal. I screamed. I screamed loud!
He pulled off immediately and shoved me into the wall causing my shoulder to make a sickly crack. He walked out of my room muttering as he went.
"God Scarlet you're such a freak!"
As my door slammed shut I turned to my window to see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at me through the darkness. I drew the curtains with deliberate force and went to care for my injured shoulder.
God, what next!