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Chapter 3

The Notebook!? Really? I knew how happy this made Jake and that drove me crazy.  

I tried to shake off the thought and made my way to the parking lot. Without realizing, I walked to my usual parking spot, where Jake had parked. I looked up to see his honey, golden eyes staring at me, while his lips formed his classic smirk. I shook my head and walked to the end of the lot, where I had parked my car.  

On the way home, the only thing I could think about were those big, gorgeous eyes staring at me. It's like he could see right through me. It's like he KNEW that he was making me feel this way, threatened and confused. Threatened, because I didn't want him to get in between me and Adam. Confused, because I wasn't sure if I felt threatened or not anymore.. 

I took in a deep breath as I pulled into my drive way. My mom wasn't home. She was never home. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 18. My dad walked out on us when he found out my mom was pregnant. My mom was a major workaholic, as well as an alcoholic, so I wasn't too sure what she was doing right now. Whenever she was actually home, she was either working, or drinking by herself. It hurt me to see her that way, but after 16 years of trying to get her to stop, I officially gave up. 

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a knock on the door. I got up to open it, unsure of who it might've been. I felt myself get a bit upset, as I opened it to find Adam smiling at me. I shook off the feeling and smiled back at him, letting him in. "Is your mom home?" He said as he leaned in for a quick kiss. "Nope" I mumbled as we separated. "Alright, well I'm taking you out. There's a little get-together over at Joes. You wanna go?" He asked me, smiling. I nodded as we made our way to the car. 

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The party was great and the long car ride there helped me remember the reason why I got with Adam in the first place. He's sweet, caring, funny. The only bad things that I could think of were that, at times he was too overprotective, possessive, but that didn't matter right now. We climbed into the car to go back home and entered silence. He looked over to me and smiled, leaning in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against mine,as he gently kissed me. Something must've gotten over him, because this gentle kiss turned into a rough one that hurt me. I pried him off me as i felt a rush of anger. "What are you doing?!" I yelled, looking him in his eyes. Instead of replying, he grabbed my face again and pulled it close to his, even rougher than the time before. What the hell was he doing? "What the hell! Adam stop!" I tried to yell under his lips. "Can that jerk do this to you?" He mumbled. I could barely make out his words. 'That jerk' ? Jake? I pushed him off me as anger boiled inside of me. "Yeah, he probably can! Asshole!" I said, as I was making my way out of his car. I felt his strong hands grab onto my wrists as he pulled me back. He was holding on so tight, I could feel my wrists bruising under his touch. I let out a whimper as he grabbed tighter, pulling me closer. He held both my wrists with his right hand, leaving me unable to escape. I felt his heavy, alcohol-smelling breath on me as he pulled me impossibly closer. His left hand roughly made its way up my shirt. I sat there, crying, knowing I couldn't do anything about this. I finally found my voice and almost whispered "Please...stop. Adam, you're hurting me". The tears streamed faster as he dug his face into my neck, placing hard kisses. I closed my eyes as I tried to break out of his grasp. I began sobbing and crying for help, until I heard a sudden noise and felt Adam's hard grasp on my wrists release. I slowly opened my eyes to see Adam pulled out of his car, lying on the floor with Jake on top of him, punching him. I let out a cry as I ran around the car to get Jake of Adam. I put my arms around Jake, but there was no use. He was much stronger than I was. His bloody knuckles continued to repeatedly punch Adam in the face and stomach. "Stop! You're going to kill him! Jake stop!" I yelled, louder than I expected. A crowd began to form in front of Joe's house and a few seniors finally pried Jake off Adam. He angrily shook off their hands from his shoulders and started to walk away. He abruptly stopped and slowly made his way towards me, staring into my eyes. These weren't the same gorgeous, honey-brown eyes that I remembered. This time they were dark, black with anger. He slowly raised his hand and gently wiped my tears, soothingly caressing my face. I closed my eyes to his gentle, soft touch. I felt his thick, warm lips gently press against my cheek, my body tingling to the feeling. I opened my eyes again and he was gone.