H U N T E D ~ T H

14

I jumped off the bike, pulling off the helmet and handing it to Tom. He took it, taking off his own.

"I'll see you later" I turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back "What?" I looked back at him.

"We're late, why not be more late?" He shrugged.

"Eh what" My brows knitted together "Are you asking me to skip class?"

"Pretty much" He nodded "C'mon, it'll be fun."

"What if we get caught?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm pretty good at lying" He smiled, straightening his posture with pride. I shook my head, no your not. "Please."

"What if we don't get back in time for the next class?"

"Well is there anywhere we can go which is close?" He asked.

I thought for a moment, Tom waited patiently, his eyes full of hope. "There is one place" I tilted my head to the side "And it's on site."

"Where?" He asked, jumping off his bike.

"The roof" I pressed my lips into a smile "it's always open and nobody goes up there, we'll the stoners do but not during class time."

"The roof it is" He tapped my nose, walking towards the doors.

We were walking down the hall, I quickly jogged to my locked, Tom waiting behind me, looking back and forth. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Your jacket" I pulled it out my locker, slamming it shut and turning around to him.

"I told you to keep it" He sighed.

"Tom, I'm never gonna wear it" I chuckled, he pushed it back in my hand, raising his brows. "Fine, whatever" I shrugged.

He followed me up to the roof, luckily there wasn't anyone there. I sat down against the concrete wall, letting out a breath.

He sat beside me, his arms resting on his bent legs while mine were crossed into a basked. There was a breeze up here, a quite strong one.

I shivered, my hands rubbing over my arms. "Your cold" Tom stated.

"Congrats, you won 10 points" I replied, a soft chuckle leaving my mouth.

"Put my jacket on" He told me.

Reluctantly I put it on, hugging it into my body. It smelled like him, his cologne. I didn't want to admit it but I really liked wearing his jacket.

"I wanna ask you something" He played with the rings on his fingers.

"Okay..."

"Jax..." He began. I took a deep breath hearing my brothers name. "What happened to him, the night he died."

"I—"

"Please" He looked to me "I know he was your brother but he was my friend, I wanna know what happened."

I nodded, looking down to my hands. "It was late at night..."

I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when I heard the stairs creak, then my brothers whispered voice.

I walked to the hall, he was sitting on the bottom step with his phone held between his ear and shoulder.

"I'm leaving right now" He whispered, slipping on his shoes "Yes, I'm on my way—"

"Jax?" I spoke, walking into his view.

He quickly turned off his phone, slipping it into his back pocket. "Mack" He kneeled down in front of me, meeting my small height "What are you doing up?"

"I was getting water" I held up the glass "Where are you going?"

"Dylan's car broke down" He said, Dylan- his best friend. "He needs a ride."

"In the middle of the night?" I raised a sceptical brow.

"Yeah" He let out a small chuckle "I won't be long."

"Promise?"

"I promise" He put his hand on my cheek, something he never did, he never showed me affection like that "Now go back to bed, little Macky, I love you."

He never tells me he loves me.

I laughed. "You sound like your going off to war or something."

"Get to bed, freak" He ruffled my hair, pushing my head away from him. That's the brother I know. He stood up, walking out of the door.

"And that was the last time I ever saw him" I sniffled, wiping away the tear on my cheek "The police showed up at our door two hours later, said his breaks cut out, he lost control of his bike and—" I couldn't muster the courage to continue "He died on impact."

"That doesn't explain why you left" He was now sitting in front of me, watching me closely "Why you think he was murdered?" 

"To be honest, I don't even know the full story of why we left" I was struggling to hold back the tears "It's all so— messed up" I broke down, the tears rolling down my face.

"Mack" He sighed, moving closer to me.

"I miss him" I cried "I was so mean to him, I was a horrible sister."

"No, Mack that's not true" He held my face in his hands "He loved you, he loved you so much."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled me by the waist onto his lap, straddling him. I hugged into him, my head resting on his chest.

He ran his fingers threw my hair, soothing me. "Why are you doing this" I pulled away, looking into his eyes "Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

He wiped away my tears, a small smile on his lip. "When you left all I could think about is how I treated you, and I guess I just want a second chance, I wanna make things right."

"If I never left" I began "If Jax never died, would you still want a second chance?"

"I—" He stuttered "To be honest, I don't know."

I wasn't surprised, I had expected that answer. I nodded, looking down to my hands. I have to admit, he was very comfortable to sit on.

"His grave?" I spoke "What's it like, I only got to see it at the funeral."

"It's well kept" He answered "His friends make sure the grass is cut and the headstone is clean. I— uh— I put new flowers down every weekend."

I smile, looking back up to him. "Really?" 

"Yeah" He nods "I felt like I owed you that."

"What you owe me is an apology."

"Iv said I'm sorry" He took my hand in his.

"Sorry means nothing" I shook my head "You have to show me that your sorry, make it up to me."

"I will" He nods, squeezing my hand.

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