Chapter 18

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Jana's POV



I walked into Westchester High School, crutches supporting my weight. I had a week left in this stupid cast on my leg.



Butterflies erupted through my stomach as Hunter pressed his fingers to my waist from behind, helping me through the door.



"Want me to walk you to your locker?" Hunter asked quietly as we walked through the loud school.



"No, I'm fine," I responded, turning around. We had reached his locker. "Thanks for everything. I love you, Hayes," I said, standing on the tips of the toes of my non-broken leg and foot and kissing him.



"I love you too, Jan," he responded as I hobbled off to my locker.



I struggled to fit my books in my locker. "Need any help?" a familiar voice asked me.



I turned around to find Josie in front of me. "No thanks," I whispered in response.



There were a few long seconds of awkward silence between us. "I'm so sorry," Josie said, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay."



"I'm sorry too. I love you," I said.



"I love you too. Let's never fight again, k?"



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Hunter's POV



"Hunter, when do you want to go back to Louisiana?" my mom asked. "We're thinking about going there for Christmas. How does that sound?"



"Louisiana? For how long? My life is here now..." Christmas break officially starts tomorrow. I had to leave the house soon to pick up Jana: we're going to a Christmas light show.



"Just for a vacation. How does that sound? You could see Sam, Jason, David," she listed, her voice trailing off.



"I don't know...you know how I feel about going back there...I'm not sure I'm ready to go back yet. Things are so much better here, so why would I want to back there?" I asked, nearly crying as I remembered the events of the past. Sure, I got beat up here once in a while, but that was NOTHING compared to Louisiana.



"Okay, we don't have to. If you decide otherwise, let me know."



"Thanks, Mom. I just don't think I can go back there." I hugged her. "I need to go pick up Jana," I announced, grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter.



"Alright! Have fun! And tell Jana 'hello' for me!"



"Sure. Bye," I called, leaving my warm home.





I arrived at Jana's house and parked my car behind hers. I yanked the keys out of the ignition and walked up to her front porch.



I took a deep breath and rung the doorbell, doing my best to concentrate on the present rather than what happened in Louisiana.

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