"Well good morning to you too," he said leaning down and giving her a kiss. "You look fresh this morning."
She blushed. "Thank you, dear."
"Go have a seat, and I'll get you some pancakes. Orange juice, yes?"
"Uh...yeah. Sounds great," she said turning away from him. Her gaze rested on the breakfast bar that she hadn't noticed the first time around. When she recognized who was sitting there looking smug, her cheeks reddened further.
"Mornin'," Jack said tilting his head at her as a welcome. She watched as he poured an exorbitant amount of maple syrup on his pancakes.
"Good morning to you," she said cheerfully, taking the seat next to him and glancing back up at Clark. After pouring several pancakes onto the griddle, he turned around and was staring at her intently.
"Sleep well?" Jack asked between mouthfuls of the oozing goodness.
Lexi leaned back in the chair and prayed she didn't blush. "Sure," she said unable to keep a mischievous smile from creeping onto her face. "You?"
"Nah. Slept like shit. That couch is full of lumps. Feels more like sand," he told her forcing down another bite, but still not looking up at her.
Clark looked between the two, and seemed genuinely pleased that they were having normal conversation. Every other time they were in a room together, Lexi was fleeing the premises or they were locked in a tight, spitfire conversation for several minutes then Jack would storm off. It wasn't pretty. He was happy that perhaps his discussion with Lexi yesterday had paid off. Maybe they were finally going to be able to just relax around each other.
"Man, that's because it probably is full of sand. Think about how many times people sit on that couch after coming in from the beach," Clark said shaking his head.
A brief knowing look passed between Jack and Lexi. She tried to hide her delight at Jack's playful comments. It felt nice being able to discuss their night together without anyone…even Clark really knowing what they were talking about. To anyone else, all the comments Jack just made would seem completely neutral. It was exhilarating.
"You're probably right," Jack agreed scraping the last remnants of his breakfast from his plate. "I probably should have thought about that before I let it keep me up all night."
Lexi accepted the plate of pancakes and orange juice from Clark, and tried not to look anymore impish than usual. Just as she began to dig into her plate, Kate walked in.
While they had been up all night, they had confided in each other about their relationships; the ups and downs about being with their significant others. At first, Lexi had found it strange to discuss these things with someone who had been feverishly kissing her only minutes before, but after they began their discussion, neither could seem to stop. It was refreshing to be able to speak with someone so openly about your relationship, knowing that they didn't mind…actually reveled in the bad qualities that were mentioned.
Lexi had found out that Jack and Kate met through a mutual friend of theirs. She was pretty much everything you expected out of a cheerleader prom queen type: average height with stick straight naturally blonde hair to her shoulders, large baby blue eyes, and a toned build with a killer tan. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, and her bubbly personality only intensified that aspect of her character. The silver spoon she'd been fed on since birth made her have a predisposition for expensive name brand clothing, acrylic French manicures, fake n bake tanning, and ultra bright highlights. The only things keeping her from being a snotty brat was the fact that her parents were extremely religious. At least in the respect, she had been humbled from her high horse. The faith had remained with her all through college. No matter what had gone on Saturday night, Kate could be found every Sunday morning sitting in a pew…confessing her sins.
Despite the fact that Jack wasn't on a sports team for the school like her three previous boyfriends, his natural charm won her over. She liked his music and adventurous nature even though she wasn't a big fan of the big wide open outdoors herself. She had been hooked after the first date. He had taken to her to the nicest restaurant in town for a candle lit dinner with wine pairings, roses, and everything. The whole shebang. Afterwards, they traversed a moonlit path around the campus gardens. When he had described it to Lexi, she couldn't help thinking that it was far removed from a simple carnival ride.
They had started talking just after Lexi stopped returning his calls, and had been dating for over a year and a half now. Just as the saying goes the best way to forget the last is to move onto the next.
Kate sidled up to Jack in her bright yellow bikini and broad-rimmed floppy sun hat. Lexi watched as she kissed him briefly on the lips, and then hooked her leg up onto his lap and swung herself up on top of him.
"Are you ready to go to the beach yet?" she asked wide-eyed.
"Just about," he said circling his arms around her waist and leaning his head against her shoulder. "I could use about five more hours of sleep. You interested?"
"You didn't sleep?" she asked.
"He slept on sand all night," Lexi said taking a long sip of orange juice.
Kate jumped as if just realizing that they weren't alone. "You were on the beach?"
Jack flicked his gaze over towards Lexi in warning. Lexi just continued eating. She knew that she wasn't that great of a liar. She couldn't word things like Jack could. He could manipulate his language so that no one would be able to tell anything was different.
"No, I was telling Lex and Clark that the den couch feels like it's full of sand."
"Oh, gross. You know that I'd come and share with you to make it more enjoyable, but I just cannot sleep on a couch," she said flicking her hair over shoulder. Every time she moved it just bounced back in front. "Well, you need to go change so we can get our asses on the beach," she said sliding off of his lap and tugging him out of the kitchen.
Lexi skimmed her eyes across the departing couple. Her stomach twisted at the sight of Jack's arm hanging loosely around Kate's waist…well a little lower than her waist. She really wanted things to work out so that she would be able to be around Jack more often, but so far she wasn't all the certain they could stay like this. She couldn't adjust the way she felt about him. But she knew that she'd have to at least try for Clark's sake.
"You two seemed to be getting along better," Clark said flipping a pancake over.
Lexi shrugged. "I guess," she said nonchalantly. "I'm going to go change for the beach. Thanks for breakfast." She hopped off her chair, kissed him on the cheek, and then rushed out of the room before she could give herself away.
The next few days passed in a similar fashion. The group would spend a fun filled day at the beach hanging out in the ocean, playing volleyball and Frisbee, and a whole hell of a lot of sun bathing. Each night after everyone passed out from physical exhaustion, Lexi would crawl out of bed and into the den. She would shake Jack from his slumber if need be, and they would slink down to the beach to spend the remaining hours until daybreak together. The next morning, they would wake up at the crack of dawn eager to be in each other's presence. She had resorted to afternoon naps on the beach to keep herself going during the day. Clark couldn't figure out why she was so tired all the time, but she continually blamed it on the sheer amount of alcohol she had consumed coupled with the sun's heated rays.
Lexi was lying back enjoying just such one of those afternoon cat naps when she was jostled awake. She grumbled as her earbuds fell out of place and drifting ocean noises took over for the tunes that had been playing from her iPod.
"Wake up sleepy head," Clark murmured as he sat down on the towel adjacent to her.
She swiped at her eyes and pushed herself up against her elbows. "How long have I been out?" she asked sheepishly.
"A couple hours."
"Where did everyone go?" she asked noticing that at least a few rather pertinent individuals were missing from the group.
"Probably doing to each other what I want to do to you right now," he muttered huskily his voice dipping low.
Lexi gulped. She tried to clear her mind of all thoughts of Jack. She did not want to think about him right now when her boyfriend was suggesting rather appealing options. However, she couldn't help herself. All she could think about was whether or not Jack was with Kate, and what they could be doing up at the beach house almost completely alone.
"You want to go join them up there? I'm sure we can find an empty room in that mansion of a place," he said winking slyly at her.
She giggled half-heartedly her smile not fully reaching her eyes. "Maybe."
Clark moved closer and rested his head in her lap. She wound her fingers through his thick slightly curly black hair. He had let it grow in longer for the beach, and she enjoyed the feel of it knowing it would all be gone before graduation. "I bet I can convince Hunter to take the couch tonight if you want to sleep with me," he offered. "Obviously you're not getting enough sleep."
In that moment, she was glad he couldn't see her face. Guilt creased her features. The last thing she wanted to do was give up one of her last precious nights with Jack. She didn't care how tired she was. They would never have an opportunity like this again, and she was planning on savoring every platonic second of it. "No, it's fine. Don't worry about me. I think I'm just adjusting to the bed finally," she volunteered the information off hand.
"Oh, well I was thinking I could give you some more incentive," he said sitting up and pulling her face into his hands. His mouth covered hers quickly and deliberately. Only earlier that week she had reveled in every kiss. Now that she had tasted Jack again if only briefly, the movement felt robotic and dispassionate. She felt no express desire him in that moment and that knowledge worried her.
She smiled against his lips and pulled back. "I think I'm going to pass. You heard Seth. Thin walls and all. I'd rather not have everyone hearing us, and then talking about it."
His eyes shifted focus. "Since when are you concerned with other people hearing and being self-conscious?"
"I'm not self-conscious," she whined. "I just...don't want everyone to hear."
"You don't want Jack to hear?" he asked pointedly.
"I don't see how that has anything to do with it," she stated her voicing coming out faulty.
"Look Lexi I know you said that you took my words to heart and that you guys are going to be better and all that. But I just have a really bad feeling about all of this," he said honestly.
She quickly took the defensive. "What are you saying Clark? Do you think that I'd do something?"
"No, I didn't say that."
"Then what are you saying?"
"Baby, I trust you." He took her hands in his and looked into her big brown eyes. "I just don't trust him. I don't think if he were given the chance that he'd be able to stay away from you."
"And what, I'm just going to sit by and let this happen?" she asked her defensive anger getting the best of her. She had done just that so many times before.
"I'm not saying that either. Stop putting words in my mouth. I'm not trying to start a fight with you," Clark said calmly. "I just have a bad feeling. I was hoping you would reassure me that my feelings are just misguided judgments of a jealous demented boyfriend," he said looking up at her pleadingly.