Lost

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: I'm here for you.

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I walk into the library for detention, I finished all my homework with Jackson earlier, so I don't really have anything to do. I take out my sketch book and Rose's earbuds.
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"What are you doing!" Jackson yells as he comes out of no where.
"What the fuck!" I shout, scared for my life.
"Your face!" he laughs hysterically.
"Glad you think my face is funny." I mumble.
"Whatever you say, beautiful." he smirks.
"Not to be rude, why are you here?" I ask.
"I got a detention."
"For?"
"I had my selves rolled up and the principal gave me a detention."
"Why?"
"Because she doesn't like tattoos."
"You have a tattoo!"
"Yeah."
"Can I see?" I scoot closer to him so we are shoulder to shoulder.
"You seem like you love tattoos." he chuckles.
"I've always wanted one." I say focusing in on his tattoo on his forearm, tracing as my eyes scan it.
"They hurt."
"Aww, did the poor baby cry?"
"No, but you probably would."
"I'm stronger than you think."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm."
"How?"
"When people talk about me, the stuff they say, I make sure it doesn't look like it bothers me, but at night when I go to sleep, I cry about it. Half of the stuff they say.... I feel like I should break down right then and there, but it takes strength to just take it and wait so long to finally break down."
"I take it back then."
"In English, you said something about your friends back home."
"They aren't my friends.... anymore. I told them some stuff that I wouldn't tell anybody else, not even my... parents. I trust them with my life. I would've taken a bullet for them. But then the turned around and told a bunch of people, the school came up with a nickname for me. The teachers would pity me. It was horrible."
"Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger, Jackson."
"What about you? Your poem..."
"When I was 13, I felt so lonely that I made up people and they became my friends and I would talk to them, I would lose sleep at night because I was to busy having a conversation. But when people were around they weren't there, but then sometimes, I felt alone even in a room full of people and they would appear. Sidney Johnson, she found out because her mom was my therapist and Sidney had to clean out the files. She told the school when I was a freshman and then I was called crazy for years upon end."
"You aren't crazy."
"Yes I am. I can't control my own mind anymore. Then people have left me."
"People have left me, too. You aren't alone."
I tilt my head upward to only notice how close our faces are. I look at his pink lips then back at his eyes.
"It's 3, we should leave." he whispers and his eyes still flicker from my eyes to my lip.
"Yeah we should." I whisper back as I place my phone in my pocket and get my back pack.

We exit the school in 5 minutes and hop down the freshly painted stairs.
"See you later." I wave and he gives me a confused look.
"How are you getting home?" he raises his eyebrows.
"Walking." I sigh.
"You don't have a car?"
"Don't have enough money."
"Use your parents." he suggests and I look down at the thought of what my parents are doing now.
"Oh, um, sorry. Let, Let me give you a ride." he offers but I shake my head.
"I'm not letting you walk." he crossed his arms with a hard stare.
"Fine." I give up.
I walk to his black Infiniti, and buckle my seat belt.
"Where do you live?" he asks as I keep my focus on my chipping nail polish.
"Water Way Apartments." I mumble and he grabs my hand. When I don't look back at him, he uses his other hand to grab my chin.
"I'm sorry." he says.
"It's fine." I sigh, letting go of his hand and turning away from him. I feel his stare on me, but I restrain myself from turning to him. Jackson sighs before he starts the car and backs out of the parking lot.

He just got here and I feel like I already have feelings for him. But I know I can't. I can't have feelings for him. If I get hurt, I'm going to blame myself for it, then I would have to add another person to the list of people who don't love me.
"Do you want to listen to music?" his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Uh.. yeah." I smile weakly.
"I'm sorry." he repeats.
"I said it was fine."
"Well it's obviously not, Fiona! You sound like me, saying it's fine when everything is wrong. People never seem to notice when you are trying survive this war with yourself. Fiona, I know you are dealing with something else of yours. I'm not saying to tell me, but I just want you to know, that I am sorry that I brought them up. Okay?" he finished with a sigh.
"You didn't know, Jackson. Is a long story any way." I reply.
"Let's change the topic." He suggested.
"I think that's the only good idea you've had today." I smile.
"So, tell me who's who."
"Well, Lana is the boy crazy one, Eve is the quite one, Cara is the crazy one who will always stick up for you, Rose is the one who is always trying to get you to do new things. Jacob is the trouble maker, so him and Cara get a long well. Lastly, Andrew, he his the athletic one."
"So what are you?"
"I... I don't know."
"You're the beautiful one with an amazing personality."
"Jackson, I'm going to kill you."
"No your not."
"Turn left."
"'Kay."
"This place is nice."
"Thanks."
"Why do they call it Water Way?"
"Come here, I'll show you." I say as I grab my backpack.