GETTING IT BACK
(Hey, guys, this is Katy, AGAIN! >.< I personally don't like writing author notes so I will keep it short. This chapter is Vanessa's chapter agin, sorry, one chapter for Jason only! How did you feel about his chapter? SAD? HAPPY? ANGRY? DUMB? BEAUTIFUL? . . . And sorry if the formal changed, it was Bookrix's fault, don't blame me, but I will try my best to fix it when I have time,kk? Bye, hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the rest of the book ;*** XOXO ~KW) ~~ I woke up really early the next morning. I tried going back to sleep, but I just couldn't and that pounding in my head made me groaned. I am a hangover. Why did I do this to myself. I sat up and right away I notice that Jason wasn't in the room. This was just like every morning, realizing that he doesn't sleep here anymore. I groaned again as a handache kicked in. I am one dead meat. I sighed, slowly heading for the door. I wanted to grab something to drink. I held onto the stair case railing, praying that I couldn't fall. I notice that nobody was out here - not even the maidens that wake up so early everyday. 10 minutes later, I found the kitchen and turned on the lights. I opened all of the cabins because I couldn't find any cups on the counter. Finally, finally a glass cup, I grinnned. I washed it and was about to pour my water when the kitchen door slided open. I jumped, dropping the glass cup in my head. The glass cup shatterred into a million of piece. I gasped. Soon realized that it was Mrs. Cohen's proporty and it might be her that's here. I slowly looked up praying that it wasn't here. Instead it was James - thank the Lord. "James?" I said, want are you doing here?" I asked. He shrugged, "Woke up and couldn't sleep. I saw that the kitchen light was opened so I decided to stop by." He stared at the glass. I blushed. "I'll clean it up." I said, quickly, "Do you know where the towles are?" "No . . ." "But don't you live in this house longer than me? How do you not know?" "I do live in this house longer than you, but I don't know where the towels are. The maiden shifted everything. I know everything so well here that when I was little, I would just walk in here with the lights shut and I would still know where the food are." he said. I smirked, "You eat at night?" He shrugged, smiling a little. "Naughty boy!" I said, shaking my head and smiled. "Fine, I will ask you the simplest question, since I haven't been here before. Do you know where the garbage can is?" I said the question slowly. "Yes, in here." he said, grinning. "Can you take it out? We need to clean these glass up." I asked. "We?" he asked. "Yes, we . . . we are going to clean this. You were the one that scared me." I said and took the garbage can out. "Fine." he said, dragging his word. "Are you sure you really don't know where the towels are?" "Yep, I don't know where they are." he said. I sighed, "Maybe I have to pick it up with my own hands." I slow picked up the pieces of glass and threw it out. "Wait where are the maidens?" I asked. "Today is there day off." he said. I nodded and went back to picking the pieces up. There was a long moment of silence in the air. "So how are you and Jason doing?" he asked, breaking the silence and startling me at the same time. I dropped the glass and the glass's edge cut my skin. My eyes widened. "I got a cut!" I said, "Bandage!" "I gonna try to find one, wait here!" James said, running out of the kitchen. Let's just hope that he knows where the bandages are! I thought to myself. I stared at my cut for who knows how long, until James came back. "Here, is the bandage, I tried to find a smaller one, but I gave up." he said, handing me the enormous bandage. I took it anyways and put it around my cut. "Great." I said. I notice that James started putting bandages on his fingers. "Wait, did I cut you? Look, I sorry - " "NO! I am just putting on bandage so the glass wouldn't cut me, it will cut the bandage. Since we don't have towels to pick it up, this way is more safe." he said. I grinned, "Smarticle particle." "Ok, now, let's pick everything up." he said. **** I dusted my pants off and peeled all of the bandages off, except for the one that has a cut. "Finally done!" I said, crushing all of the bandages into a ball and threw it in the garbage can using my "awesome" basketball scores. But of course, I am not that sporty type of girl, so I epically missed. He smiled and threw it away for me. I stretched. "Let's get out of the kitchen." James said. What a coincident? Right after that, my stomach grumbled. My hugged my stomach and blushed. James smirked. "Ok." he said, stretching his words. "Can you cook?" I asked, blushing even more, knowing that I can't cook and I am a girl. I am not sexist, it's just that I had took cooking class for 2 years and I still can't cook rice or boil water without waiting for an hour realizing that I forgot to turn on the stove fire. James bugged his eyes, "Unless you want to get poisoned." I smiled, I guess me and him are on the same boat. "Can you cook?" he asked, "You're the one that wants food." "You must have extraordinary taste and patient if you like my cooking." I said, raising both of my eyebrows. He grinned. "Ok, so who is going to cook if both of us don't know how to cook?" he asked. "Both of us." I said. "Again?" he asked. "Fine, than do whatever you want, you have nothing to do too. Everyone is asleep anyways and it would be rude if you just wake them up." I said, smiling innocently. "Fine, what do you want to make?" he asked. "Omelet." I said, choosing something super simple to made. "Ok, let's get started." I grabbed 4 eggs, milk, salt, water, flour and sugar. "I think those are the ingredients." I said. James grabbed the pan and lit up the stove. I crackled the egg. "What the hell?!" "What?" I asked, looking at James. "You were suppose to put oil." "No you don't!" I said, "Who put oil in eggs?" "Everyone." "Not me." I said, shrugging him off and used a turner to flip the egg. Hey, I can't find the flip turner! "Hey!" I exclaimed over my shoulder, "I can't flip the egg!" James laughed. "Hey! Stop laughing and help me!" "See! I told you to put oil in the pan before you put the egg." "Ok, I gotcha, now what do I do with the egg? I'm having a hard time flipping it." I said. "Throw it away, it's not edible." I threw the egg away and decided to cook again. I poured the oil first and than the egg. This time when I tried to turn it, it was easier. "See my point?" James asked, behind my shoulder. I blushed. Than I put in the salt. "Aren't you suppose to put in the sugar?" James asked. "Sugar? In egg?" I asked. "Yeah, every egg that I eat is a little bit sweet." "SWEET?! What planet are you from?" I asked. He rolled his eyes, "I swear!" I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow. "Whatever!" I sung. I poured in 2 cups of water, stirred the egg. "Water, are you sure?" James asked. "Yeah, water loosen the egg, making it soft and not stiff." I said, talking like a teacher teaching a dumb kid. "Soft?" James asked like he never hear that word before. "Yeah, but we don't want it too soft so you put in flour. My cooking teacher said that flour and water together make things that are not too soft and not too stiff." I said. "Ok, just remind me not to eat that so - called omelet." "Hey! I don't insult your cooking skills! So don't insult mine, unless you want me to comment on everything you do!" I said, pointing my 'urner at him. He held up his hand to show that he surrendered. I stirred the pan and next thing you know, it was a blob of light brow clay looking thing in the pan. James laughed. I blushed and silently threw the egg away. "Let the pro handle this." James said, pushing me aside. "The 'pro', huh?" I asked. "Yep, step aside, let Chief James walk through!" he said. I laughed. He put the butter and cracked the egg like he had lived in the kitchen his whole life. He put the sugar and salt in the egg. "Why are you putting salt when you asked me not to?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Because it can taste salty and sweet, but I put in more sugar than salt." he said. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. He poured in cornstarch and started stirring it. "Why are you putting cornstarch?" "That's is how you get the white color." I raised my eyebrows. He put in butter. According to him, he said that butter makes it soft. He closed the lid and we waited for 20 minutes. "It's not finish cooking, yet." "Than, when will be it finished?" "I don't know." "Ever I, the - not - so - good - at - cooking - person know that an omelet does not take that long to cook." I said. He opened the lid again and it was one ugly omelet. Ugly. "I don't think that is edible." I whispered pointing at the omelet. He threw that away. "You know what? I think I cook better than you." I said, taking the turner from James's hands. "What?! That is not true." James said, taking the turner back. "Is too." "Is not!" "Give it back." I said, giving a hard yank. "No way, you were the one wasting the egg!" "Are you joking? Who in this world put cornstarch in their omelet!? Cornstarch!!" I said. "SO? Who puts SALT in their omelet?" he asked, yanking the turner towards him. "Give it to me!" "No, give it to - " "James? Vanessa?" a voice asked. I squeaked, letting go off the turner that James was yanking back, as a result he fell on his back. "Jason?" I asked, scratching my head, "Morning?" He looked from me to James and back. "What are you guys doing here?" I blushed, "Trying to . . . cook some omelet to eat . . . But I guess I will stick with the granola bars." I said. I grabbed the granola bars and existed the kitchen. Why didn't I just eat the granola bars in the very first place???!! I handed one of the granola bars to James. "Jason, do you want one?" I asked, turning around. He scoffed and turned his heels and said "No." I frowned, "What's up with him?" James shrugged. "B.P." I said. "What?! What is that?" "It stands for Boy Period." James snorted, taking a bite of the granola bar. I grinned. ~~ "James did you notice how Jason have been acting these past 3 days?" I asked James, frowning. Ever since the Night of Engagement, Jason seemed more distant than before. He stopped talking to me and he didn't walk into our bedroom once, not even once! He barely even look my way. I feel like he was avoiding me and that really makes me sad. Did I do something wrong? Is it because we are engaged and I still haven't apologize to him about what happened? Is it because I said something wrong at the Night of Engagement Speech? Would is because I didn't introduce my parents to him? "I guess." James said, looking at Jason as he walked out of the living room. "Did you do something to him?" I asked, looking at James. James widened his eyes and held up his hand, surrendering. "WHAT?!" he said, "I didn't do a single time to him." "Than why is he acting like that?" I frowning, staring at the flat screen TV in the living room. "When he is acting like that, it means that he is mad." James said, looking at me. "At what?!" I asked. He shrugged, "You have to ask him yourself." "What?!" I said, looking at him, "Me?" "Yeah, bye, I got to go check on Jen." He got up and left the living room, leaving me alone. I sighed, I wished I was like James and Jen. I was jealous of them for being such a happy couple, I sure they haven't even fought once. I turned my attention back to the movie. I was just watching Twilight Breaking Dawn by myself. It took me a while to figure out that they were playing my favorite part; when it is Bella's wedding. I wish my love life was almost like Bella's and Edward's - at least something like it. Everyone's love life seems perfect . . . except for mine. I watched as Bella watched down the aisle. She nervously clutched the white flowers in the bouquet. She slowly walked down the aisle. The beautiful white dress was so lovely. The screen changed and it showed her ring. Her ring was full of diamonds, just like the promise ring - "The promise ring . . . . Was he still mad because of that??" I whispered to myself. "No, no, no, that was a super long time ago. He pretty isn't mad." I said, shaking my head, "And it's probably the cheapest ring he find in the jewelry store. . . " "But, it has a really big rock on it. . . it's probably expensive." I said back. "No, but he's not mad about it, yeah, he's not mad." I repeated. Why do I feel like I have to make myself believe it? I shook my head. Who cares about it? I asked myself. I breathed in deeply and exhaled with a loud huff. Soon, the next time I know, I got up from the couch and ran upstairs. I grabbed a coat that looked really, really warm, that reached up to my knees and threw it over my shoulders. I pulled on my rainboots and ran outside. I looked around. I entered the forest that I had once entered. I walked as far into the forest as possible. I tried to use my werewolf sense to see if there is any danger. I looked around. Where can that dumb ass ring be? I thought, feeling frustrated. I don't really know why I was feeling that way - it was either because I was out in the forest all by myself with nobody to help me out or it was because I can't find the ring in this humongous ass forest. I sighed, stomping around, I walked farther and farther in, praying that I could find the ring somehow. Why did I throw it out? I could fake throw it instead!! I punched myself mentally. I continued walking, I didn't know for how long, but it felt like years and my stomach was rumbling. I sighed and sat on one of the truck roots that was sticking out. Why did I do this to myself? Why did I do this to myself? I asked myself. I leaned on the tree trunks. I fell like sleeping, I was really tired from all of the walking. My stomach rumbled again, but louder. No one is going to save me this time if I die. I thought and instantly the memory of the time Jason saved me when I nearly died came back to me. I didn't really know what happened, but that memory make me got up on my feet, making me more determined to find the ring than ever. I walked around the forest again. I don't even know how far I was in the forest. I continued to walk, until I felt really coat. Even if the coat looks warm, it wasn't actually warm. there might be fur on the outside, but on the inside it was just a piece of string. I made a mental note to myself to beg Beth and Sunny to buy me more warm clothes (if I get out of this forest). I hugged myself, trying to keep the warmth before I get hypothermia. I sat on the forest ground and hugged myself to keep warm. I prayed, Please . . . I have to find the ring . . . I have to find the ring . . . Where is it?? Where did it go?? Did I really throw it that far? I don't want to die from hypothermia and I really want to find the ring I squeezed my myself and closed my eyes. I tried to get my hands into my sleeves so that they could stay warm. I opened my eyes and looked up. What time is it?? I tried to look through the tree's leaves, but I didn't see any daylight - Something flashed in my vision. I winced, rubbing my eyes. What the hell was that? I thought, starting to get grumpy. I squinted my eyes and looked up again. Again it flashed again, but this time my eyes didn't hard. I squinted hard. . . . . I stood there for a long time trying to figure what that flashy thing was . . . Is that a ring? . . . Is that a diamond? . . . Is it a diamond ring? . . . I rubbed my eyes and looking at it again. "It's the ring!!" I said, smiling, "I found it. How did I not notice that?" I smiled at it for a second, but reality stuck me. How do I get when it is all the way up there? The only way was climbing the tree. Good thing, my mom signed me up for outdoor camp once - which I really hated. I don't know what is happening to me, but I took of my rainboots and coat even though I was literally freezing my butt off. Still shivering, I climbed onto the first branch and I continued to climb and climb. Thank God I didn't forget how to climb a tree, yet. I made another mental note to myself to write a 10 page letter saying thank you to mom. I continues to climb, until I was right next to the ring. I shivered from the cold and my knee trembled beneath me. I grinned. "I found you!" I whispered and with my red, numb fingers, I slowly took the ring from the branch that it was inserted in. I curled my hands into a ball and brought it against my chest. I smiled, I uncurled my fist and slid the ring into the finger that Jason put the ring in. I slowly climbed down and my teeth chattered from the exposure of coldness. I slowly lowered myself to the ground and numbly put on my sock, rainboots and coat. I breathed hot air on to my fingers and rubbing them quickly together, hoping to get them warm. I took off the ring, afraid to lose it again when I am walking around the forest. Not knowing which direction to go, I just walked blindly in a direction, hoping that I was walking the right way. Suddenly, there was a cry of my name, "Vanessa!" "Vanessa!" Who is that? Is that Jason? "Vanessa?" "Jason?" I said, faintly. "Vanessa, are you out here?" "Jason! I am here!" I cried back. "Vanessa, where are you? Don't move, ok?" "Ok." I cried back, not knowing which direction to shout at. "Vanessa?" "Yeah?" Jason's voice was coming closer and closer. Just before he appeared, I quickly slipped the ring off of my finger, I just didn't want him to know that I was out here looking for his ring. I was looked stupid. "Hey," I said, not knowing what to say. "What are you doing out here?" Jason asked, getting mad. "I don't know, I was just taking a walking, I just feel like I was trapped in there for too long." I lied, hoping that I looked like I mean it. He stared at me with those green eyes so intensely that I felt exposed, but he looked away. "Let's go." he said, starting to walk off already, leaving me behind. I ran to catch up to him, but was eventually slowed down from the coldness that I was opened to. We walked all of the way home without talking to each other. I felt like I want to talk to him, but I can't find the courage to. What happens if he wouldn't talk back? What happens if we fight again? I don't want to fight anymore. And what happens if he hated me more because I was talking to him? And most of all, why do I feel this way?
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