More Than: More Than This Part 6

"Umm, where's Jake?" I ask her, looking at the floor, uncomfortable and awkward.

"He's downstairs having a meeting with his agent, he won't be too much longer."

"Agent?"

"Yeah, for baseball? He didn't tell you?" She looks at me curiously, I don't move. "Sounds like Jake." She shakes her head. "Yeah, baseball, he's kind of a big deal."

I don't say anything.

"How long have you and Jake been dating?"

"Oh, we're not." I look up at her, she c.o.c.ks an eyebrow at me. "It's a long story," I say.

"Okay, sweetheart." She pats my hand. "I'll leave you to make that phone call then."

She leaves the tray in the room and walks out the door.

"Aunt Lisa?" I say, the second the phone connects.

"Oh, honey. Tracey rang me last night. I'm at the airport catching a flight out to you right now. Just sit tight, Kayla, I'll be there soon. I'll take care of everything okay? I promise."

"Okay." I say quietly into the phone, looking up at the ceiling, wide eyed, trying to stop the tears from falling.

There's a soft knock and Jake pokes his head through the door. I motion for him to come in and he sits at the edge of his bed and waits till I'm done.

"I'll call you when I land and find a hotel to stay in and a rental. I'll let you know if I need to go to the hotel first but I'll try to be there as soon as I can, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Do I go to James' house or Megan's?"

I can see Jake tense from the corner of my eye, he must be able to hear the conversation.

"Um, neither, I'll give you the address when you call."

"Okay, honey."

"Umm, Aunt Lisa?"

"Yeah, hun?"

I turn so my back is to Jake, I don't want him to see my humiliation. "Do you think you could go past a store on your way here? I um, I kind of have no underwear."

"What, like none?"

"No, we umm, we had prom last night. I only had the dress on. Like, only the dress." I'm beet red. "Um, I need bras, and panties." I basically whisper the last word.

"No problem, hun. Same size as the ones I sent you for christmas?"

"mmhmm"

"Okay honey, no problem, and Kayla?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry, honey."

"Me too."

We hang up.

I sit next to Jake on his bed. I'm still wearing his clothes. I subconsciously cross my arms and cover my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so he can't see my nipples through his thin white shirt, although he probably already has.

He clears his throat. "So your aunt's coming?"

"Not my real Aunt, just my mom's best friend. She already found out from someone else, I guess she was already on her way here."

He nods his head.

"So..." I say, trying to find my voice. "Your mom tells me you're kind of a big deal. Baseball, I mean."

He blushes shyly and looks away. "My mom has a big mouth."

Silence.

"Thank you, Jake."

"You're Welcome, Mikayla."

Chapter 10.

*Jake*

Mikayla's Aunt' Lisa is on her way over here, I guess they need to discuss funerals and things. I'm just glad she'll have someone around that she's known for more than two days. I see her phone going off constantly and she ignores it every time, I bet it's James.

I had to practically kick my agent out of the house this morning. He wouldn't take no for an answer, then he saw the swelling and bruises forming on the knuckles of my pitching' hand and lost his s.h.i.t.

My dad hadn't seen it either, he wasn't very happy about it. When I told them what happened, Ryan, my agent, told me not to let b.i.t.c.hes ruin my dream. That's when I told him to f.u.c.k off, in a nicer way, before I left and came upstairs to check on Mikayla. The whole time I sat there, all I could think about was her.

When I went upstairs I didn't expect to walk in on her conversation with her aunt about having no underwear. Like, none at all. I couldn't help but look up at her when she said it, her nipples were poking through my shirt.

I know, I'm a d.i.c.k. The girl's so f.u.c.king fragile right now, she's just lost everything, and I'm the creepy perv, staring at her t.i.ts. I'd punch myself in the face if my hand wasn't so f.u.c.king sore.

The doorbell rings and I open the door to a tiny pixie haired lady about my mom's age. She smiles warily at me.

"I a.s.sume your Jake?"

"You must be Lisa, come in. Have a seat," I gesture to the sofa in the family room. "I'll just go get Kayla, she's upstairs."

"Thanks, hun. Oh, and give her this." She hands me a bag. Bras and panties.

I run into my mom on the staircase and tell her that Lisa is downstairs waiting, she leaves to introduce herself.

I knock on my bedroom door and open it slightly, peeking in. She's in the middle of my bed in the fetal position, quietly crying. My heart breaks.

I clear my throat and she looks up at me.

She sits up and wipes frantically at her tears.

I sit on the bed next to her. She's showered and wearing my mom's sweats which are a little small for her, they hug her curves, but I don't look too long.

I grab her face in my hands and start wiping the tears away with my thumbs. I don't know if she means to, but she leans into my hand a little and it takes everything in me not to kiss her.

"Your Aunt Lisa's here," I tell her. "And she wanted me to give you this." I hand her the bag.

She blushes. "Thank you, uh, I'll just go to the bathroom and... dress... just wait here, okay?"

I nod, because being in the next room while she tries on underwear is going to be fine.

She's out within minutes and a shy smile creeps on her face. She sits down next to me on the bed.

"I know that I've already said this but I don't think I can say it enough, Jake. Thank you, for being here, and for helping... and your mom... I need to thank her too. And your dad, I haven't even met him yet... G.o.d, I'm so rude. I just-"

"Kayla, stop. It's fine. We honestly don't mind. And you'll meet my dad soon, he should be home with Julie any minute now."

"Julie?"

"My little sister, she's eight."

Sadness shadows her face, she must be thinking about her sister. "How old is, I mean was, Emily?"

"She was nine." She stops breathing for a second and closes her eyes. When she opens them, there's a resolution there, like she's made a decision, or accepted this horrible fate.

She grabs my hand in hers. "Come with me, please? Just be there... with me."

I lead her down the stairs and into the family room where Lisa is waiting for us. Mom's there too and there's tea set out on the table. Lisa stands when we walk in and they hug for a long time. I take a seat on the two seater opposite and a.s.sume Kayla will sit next to Lisa on the sofa, but she surprises us by sitting next to me, and continues holding my hand. She sits so close to me, like she's trying to climb me.

She's afraid.

I adjust our positions so I can throw my arms around her waist and hold her hand, she burrows even closer to me.

I'm not blind to the confused stares we're getting from the grown ups, I just don't care. If she needs me, I'll be there.

It's then I realize that this might be the last time I see her. I don't know what her plans are or where she'll live after this. Is she still going to UNC? She might not even want to see me again. Surely, in her mind, I'm linked to the worst night of her life. I didn't even think of that. My stomach drops at the thought of never seeing her again.

Lisa clears her throat, glancing between the two of us. "I'm sorry." Her eyebrows are drawn together in confusion. "I know there are more pressing things we need to discuss, but what's going on here?" She looks at kayla now. "Kayla, your mom sent me a picture of you last night. You were cozied up next to James, and Megan was there. She said in the message that you had just left for prom. Am I missing something?"

I look to Mom and she's just as confused. She leans forward in the recliner waiting for an answer. She won't get one from me.

Mikayla's voice is so quiet you can barely hear her words. "I walked in on James last night." Lisa gasps, knowing where this is heading. "With Megan." Lisa's face falls. Kayla continues, "They were seeing each other behind my back for two years." It's Moms turn to gasp.

I hold her tighter.

"That's when I met Jake, he was there... he was there to help me. He-"

"Wait," Lisa interrupts. "you guys have only known each other for one night?"

Kayla's quiet for a long moment before she answers, "I don't think that really matters, Lisa. I knew James for four years."

Lisa nods in understanding.

"I know it's strange, and I know it might be circ.u.mstantial. Like, we shared an experience and that somehow makes us closer, but, Lisa," Kayla looks up at us now, "Jake, he makes things hurt a little less. He... he's home for me right now. If being around him takes the pain away just a tiny bit, then it doesn't matter how or why he's here with me. I just...you can't understand..." her voice trails off.

Lisa settles back on the sofa, my mom smiles at Kayla, and I kiss her on the temple before leaning us back into the sofa.

Just then the front door bursts open and Julie goes barreling down the entrance hallway. I hear her shoes squeak as she makes an effort to stop abruptly, then she slowly walks into the room. My dad comes up behind her and places his hand on her shoulder. She looks at everyone in the room one by one, her eyes land on Mikayla and she does a double take, she takes in our positions and closeness to each other.

"Ooooh," she says, coming closer to us. She's examining Kayla's face up close. "You're pretty!" Then she looks at me, "Better than the last one, Jacaaaarb." She says my name like she did when she was a baby, she does it when she wants to be a brat because it p.i.s.ses me off, but now is not the right time. I'm about to tell her to get lost when she leans even closer towards Kayla.

"Hey! I know you! Your Emily's sister, right? Man, she looks so much like you. She's gonna be just as pretty when she grows up. We have dance together. She wasn't there today though, is she sick?"

"Okay kiddo, time to get some homework done. I'll let you do it in my office on the big spinny chair." My dad says, and then mouths a sorry' to Kayla.

"Oh no..." My mom covers her mouth with her hand. "Emily Jones? Your parents are Kevin and Denise?" Understanding dawns on her face.

Kayla nods. Her eyes wide with unshed tears.

"Oh, sweetheart." Mom cries.

Lisa looks between my mom and Kayla. It's not enough that Kayla's lost her entire family, or that Lisa's lost her best friend, but now mom's lost people she cares about too, she just didn't know it.

"So, there might be a slight issue with the hotel room, Kayla." Lisa breaks the silence.

We all look at her.

"I tried to book two rooms at the same hotel, or at least a room with two beds, or even a room with a twin or queen bed, but the only ones available are singles and even they were hard to find. Apparently some new Nicholas Sparks' movie is being filmed here and that Zac Teflon' boy from those high school movies is in town. All the hotels are booked out."

She takes a sip of her tea. "I thought you would be staying with James or Megan, but now I see that that's not an option." She glances at me, and then down to our entwined hands. "I can make it work. We'll make a bed on the floor of the hotel until we sort out what's happening with the house insurance and stuff." She tries to smile.