The Apocalypse (19 page)

Brent smirked. "Then why'd you leave her alone?"

Grateful that his friend was back to himself and no
longer
pitying Hannah, at least at the moment, Jake laughed a little. "Good point, Brent."

Scowling, Tisha regarded Brent coldly. "Ethan's with her," she snapped. "Clearly, he's the only one of you guys that experiences real, human emotions." She then spun on her high heels and headed back across the gym speedily.

"Jeez, what's her problem?" Brent made
a
face at Libby and took a drink from his cup. "It makes
a
lot more sense for you girls to tend to Hannah."

Libby's eyes narrowed, but she ignored Brent and instead glared at Jake. "Why are you just standing there? What part of Tisha telling you that Hannah wants you is so hard to understand?"

Jake returned Libby's stare easily. "Do I look like my neighbor's keeper?"

"You're such an asshole," Libby spat at him and his smirk furiously. "You said all that bullcrap about being nice to Hannah because of your moms, but, in reality, you don't even care
that
much. Hannah's depending on you, Jake, and all you can do is stand there? What kind of sick bastard are you? You let her think that you're a nice guy this whole time, and now when she actually needs you, you have to—"

"Where is she?" Jake interrupted with a deep sigh. Libby glared, refusing to speak. Jake waited patiently for a full ten seconds, but she never made
a
sound. "Now who's just standing there? Libby, come on. You've got me in submission. Let's go."

Muttering something under her breath inaudibly, Libby turned and took off in the direction that Tisha had gone. Jake followed behind her, and Brent followed behind him. Although he was annoyed, Jake was also somewhat curious. Mainly, he thought the irony of Hannah asking for him was hilarious, but he tried not to show it.

He followed Libby to a corridor just outside of the gym, where Ethan was kneeling in front of Hannah, who was perched on a chair, noticeably on the verge of tears. Her erratic breathing, the paleness of her face, and the panic in her eyes made Jake do a double take, and the time it took him to do so gave Hannah just enough time to see him, hop from the chair, and lunge at him.

"Jake…"

Taken aback, Jake followed Hannah's lead and slipped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug that she initiated. Her sobs came out softly as her tears brushed against Jake's neck. "Hannah, calm down," he murmured softly, rubbing small circles against her lower back. "Stop crying."

She only clung to Jake
harder
, crying louder. "Th-those lights, Jake!" she wailed softly. "It-it's…"

"Maybe you should take her home," Ethan said softly, looking very concerned as Hannah's crying drowned out her voice. He watched Jake through intense hazel eyes, and Jake nodded back at him slowly. Clearly relieved, Ethan smiled approvingly.

After enthusiastic warnings from the girls and Ethan, as well as a muttered goodbye from Brent, Jake led a still crying Hannah to his truck, feeling thoughtful as he listened to her sobs. He knew that he'd never seen her like this before, but instead of finding it a time to mock her, Jake felt uneasy. It was just too weird for him.

"Pl-please don't take me home," Hannah whimpered, wiping at her cheeks in a futile attempt to erase the tracks of mascara and eyeliner staining her cheeks. "I-I don't want to have to—have to explain to M-Mom why I-I'm home so early."

Jake considered this and opted for leverage. "I don't know… Are you going to tell me why you're so upset?"

"Are y-you blackmailing me?"

Glancing over, Jake almost smiled at the expression of disbelief and disgust on Hannah's face. Apparently, she wasn't going too insane, since she'd busted him quickly. "No. Just sit back and relax. We can hang out at my house for awhile."

Hannah didn't answer, and the only sounds that filled Jake's truck on the approximately ten-minute drive to his house were Hannah's sniffles as she tried to stop crying. More curious, Jake tried to think of what could have happened. No one had offered any explanation to him at all, and when he thought of that, he got irritated. If he was going to give up some sanity and comfort Hannah, he deserved an explanation.

"Th-thanks for getting m-me out of th-there, Jake," Hannah murmured softly.

He glanced at her as he parked in his driveway. "No problem."

Jake turned his truck's engine off and got out. By the time he had his house unlocked, Hannah was behind him. Jake didn't bother calling out to announce his arrival; he already knew that the house was empty, as his mom was working another late shift. When he thought about how much his mom worked, Jake became furious, but Diane refused to let her son help with expenses, opting instead to be the sole family provider.

"Do you think you could l-loan out some clothes so I won't cry on my d-dress?"

Jake looked at Hannah oddly. "Uh, okay." He motioned for her to follow him, and he walked up the stairs and then to his bedroom. It was beyond awkward having his enemy where he slept, but Jake ignored that and retrieved his baseball sweatpants from his drawer, already thinking about how strange it'd be to see Hannah wearing pants with his last name and baseball number of '9' on the leg. He tossed the sweatpants and a Fricker's t-shirt at her, and then tipped his head, wondering what he was supposed to do.

Hannah shifted her weight. "Wh-where's your bathroom?"

After directing her, Jake changed into some basketball shorts and a plain t-shirt—if Hannah got to lounge in comfort, he was taking advantage of that opportunity too—and bounded down the stairs to the living room, where he flipped the television on. Jake wasn't sure what he was watching or why, but it at least got his mind off of Hannah. Well, it did for a few minutes, before Hannah reappeared downstairs in his clothes, which were certainly too big for her; she'd apparently tried cleaning up in the bathroom, since her cheeks had been cleared of any makeup.

"Feeling better?" Jake asked tentatively.

Hannah sat down on the couch next to Jake and looked at him miserably. "I re-remember the wreck." Her voice was quiet but firm, and tears again brimmed her eyes. "At least…I think I do." Biting her lower lip, Hannah fidgeted. "You know the strobe lights in the gym? Well, um…I don't know, but I remember that. Lights flashing and moving fast and then…not moving at all."

Uncertain, Jake studied Hannah, his forehead wrinkling. "That's…good, right? Your memory's coming back, Hannah. That's good."

"No, it's not!" Hannah insisted, shaking her head furiously. "You don't know how scary it is to remember what must have been the most traumatizing moment of my life!" She sniffled softly and sighed. "I can't stop picturing it. Spinning an-and those stupid lights! Then nothing but black."

Jake tenderly reached out his hand and settled it over Hannah's, which rested on her lap. It was a gesture that he thought would be comforting, but Hannah appeared briefly surprised. "Maybe…you're not remembering it," he said gently. "Maybe it's just a fluke or something."

"You think so?" Hannah asked hopefully.

Nodding despite not having a clue, Jake went on, "But if it's not…maybe the rest of your memory is coming too." Oh, he could only hope. And oh, how he
would
hope. "Don't let it scare you, Hannah. That would be a good thing."

Hannah's blue eyes watched Jake seriously, and she attempted a little smile. "You might be right," she spoke quietly. "But I still don't like it. It's creepy."

"You can't stop it though."

"Obviously." Hannah sniffled again and frowned. "I don't think all the fake snowflakes in the gym helped either. Snow really freaks me out."

Jake could understand that. In fact, he should have thought of that. When Tisha had told him that Hannah was freaking out, he should have assumed it was the winter theme, but his mind hadn't comprehended that Hannah might have a flashback. Was it even a flashback, or could it be some kind of false memories? Wouldn't her memory just all come back at once? Was it supposed to come back in pieces? Would recreating scenes bring it back faster?

"Have you remembered anything else?" Jake asked softly, lightly rubbing his thumb against the back of Hannah's hand. "Is there anything you think you remember anyway?"

Hannah swallowed audibly. "Uh-uh." She looked down, and Jake thought he was watching his hand; the idea of that made him nervous, so he stilled his thumb. "But things feel more natural. The girls didn't even get on my nerves tonight." She looked up and raised her eyebrows at Jake significantly. "That's good, right?"

"Definitely." Jake couldn't help but smile. If the girls were getting back on Hannah's good side, maybe she'd hang out more with them instead of him and his friends. The thought brightened Jake's day, until he realized that
he
was the one comforting Hannah after she'd broken down, not her friends. That realization killed the smile that had covered Jake's face. Maybe Hannah's friends weren't taking her off Jake's hands yet, but it was a start.

"I bought your Christmas present, by the way."

Surprised, Jake blinked his green eyes slowly. Then his smile returned against his will. "Did it come from the pet store?"

"Nope." Hannah inched closer to Jake and returned his smile. "I couldn't find a muzzle big enough for that mouth of yours, so…that idea didn't work out."

Jake smirked and angled his head playfully. "Right, right. So did you get me some strong disinfectant instead? Because I'm really going to need it for when you give me my clothes back."

Making a face, Hannah flung Jake's hand off of hers. "Believe it or not, some of us have excellent personal hygiene, and I'm one of those people."

"And if I wasn't also, I doubt you'd be in my clothes." Jake waited for Hannah to retort, but apparently she had no answer for that, so he congratulated himself on his victory as he picked up the television's remote and flipped through channels. "So did you have
a
good time at Formal, other than the strobe light thing?"

"Are you kidding me? You ignored me the whole time."

Taken aback, Jake forgot about the television and stared at Hannah. "I beg your pardon? You went to Formal with Ethan, not me. Therefore,
he
was supposed to pay you attention, not me."

"And he did." Hannah shrugged and started pulling her strawberry blonde hair out of its complex up-do. Jake watched her locks fall to her shoulders in soft waves, though her hair was naturally straight. "But it just wasn't the same without you."

Jake shifted his position on the couch awkwardly, not sure how he liked hearing that. He knew that, according to Isaac, Hannah had a crush on him, but the thought of her acting on it sent waves of repulsion through his veins. Some lighthearted flirting was about as much as Jake could handle with Hannah. When she started throwing in emotional boohoos and professing feelings, he was going to move to Congo or wherever it was that headhunters lived these days. He was pretty sure he'd fare better with them than with Hannah.

"My ego didn't know how to handle not getting crushed at every minute," Hannah added, placing the pins from her hair on Jake's lap. Jake made a face at that but didn't make an attempt to remove them. "It was
a
huge change."

"Whatever. It wasn't the same without me because you want me so bad."

"Want you what? Dead?"

Jake smirked. "If I were you, I wouldn't talk about me being dead. You'll start crying again at the mere thought of losing me."

"Are you always so proud of yourself?" Hannah asked, wrinkling her nose. "It's starting to get old."

Ignoring that completely, Jake swept his hand across his lap and sent all of Hannah's hair pins to the floor in a swift motion. That insult hit too close to the one she'd given him on the day of the wreck, when she'd declared that he always acted proud of himself. "So anyway," Jake began, obviously engaging in a new topic, since he didn't like reliving the previous one, "what'd you get me for Christmas?"