The Fanboy.

Chapter 13

I wake up in the dark, smiling for a moment until I realize that I'm not with Jason, nor Ethan, I'm just sitting in the small closet in my uncle's house like I have been for the last two weeks. I've been in this hellhole for two weeks now, getting more and more depressed as I think about Jason. I sigh and stand up, quickly changing and running a brush through my hair before bolting out of the horrid house so my uncle doesn't stop me to complain or male me work. If he did that I'd either be late for school or beaten when I got home because I didn't. Which isn't exactly a change to the regular beatings I get when he's drunk and crazy. I walk the rest of the way to school with my head down, thinking about Jason, craving his touch. Because of this I run straight into Drew, literally. I'm instantly surrounded by his crew as I stare at the ground, pleading mentally for them to go away. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention how Drew had been getting to me a lot more this past two weeks since I had no one to stand up for me? Well yeah that happened. Jason refuses to talk to me, my teachers hate me, drew is trying to drive me insane; and that's just my school life. The only good thing about being separated from Jason is the fact that the bullies seem to be keeping away from him. I guess torturing me is just good enough. All of the sudden I feel my shoulders being roughly shaken, breaking me from my thoughts. "Princess, you still there?" Drew whispers in my ear and I shake my head. I'm gonna try to stand up for myself. Little did I know it was a rookie mistake, like always. "L-leave me alone drew." I half yell, and he smirks at me, moving closer. "Or what?" He whispers and I shove him back forcefully and deck him in the face, obviously taking him by surprise. For a moment I was proud, standing there watching drew's helpless expression. But sadly I was also there to see it turn to pure anger, and soon enough I was laying in the ground, my whole body aching.
I stand up, sighing as I gently limp into the building. After cleaning myself up a bit I make my way into my first class, sitting down after giving the teacher some dumb excuse of why I'm late. I see Jason look up at me out of the corner of my eye, but it was such a quick moment that I'm not sure it really happened. I sigh as I take out my books, busying myself for the rest of class.
A couple hours later I am standing under the overhang of my school, watching the rain pour into the streets. "The one day I didn't bring a jacket.." I mutter under my breath, sighing as I start out into the rain.
Only about one block away from school I hear something behind me and turn to find Drew and his gang behind me. I sigh softly "Drew, leave me alone okay? I'm not in the mood." "Awe I'm sorry honey," He chuckles, "but that's not how it works." They circle me and the next thing I know I'm on the ground again, feet flying at my face and chest. "leave her alone." I suddenly hear, my body to sore to open my eyes to see the person. Not that I would need to, I'd recognize that voice anywhere. Jason. I hear drew laugh and force open my eyes, watching as he approaches Jason. I grit my teeth as drew pushes Jason, expecting the worst. But what happens next is nothing that I would've ever saw coming. I lay on the floor helplessly as Jason decks drew in the face, knocking him to the ground. He then proceeds to kick Drew in the chest and face many times, bloodying his face until drew finally passed out. "Now take your petty lung and scram." Jason growls to Drew's gang, and they bid quickly, dragging Drew out of there as fast as they can.
Once out of sight, Jason runs to me, kneeling beside my broken body. I try to crawl away weakly, but my body refuses to move as I groan and  curl into a ball. "Hey, hey it's okay. It's just me Dakota." "That's the problem."  I snap, wincing slightly. I hear him sigh. "Look Dakota I know I messed up. But please if you could just give me one more chance I would-" "and why would I ever do that?" I reply. He sighs again. "I was drunk Dakota. I wasn't thinking straight. I- I-" "what?! Spit it out!" I yell, my eyes filled with anger. "I love you!" He yells and my eyes widen as he whispers "I love you Dakota. And I always have. Since the day I saw you back in second grade and all the years after when I didn't have the guts to talk to you and then this year when I saved you and all up to now. I love you Dakota and I'm sorry but there's you can do that will keep me from loving you. That's just destiny. I can't change what is meant to be." I sit up, looking at him straight in the eye before he crashes his lips onto mine, instantly wrapping his one arm around my waist and tangling the other hand in my hair. "Jason-" I gasp as I pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He mumbles, looking down. "No- no it's okay. It's all okay." I laugh. "Okay then." He chuckles and looks back up at me, as I press my lips against his once again. I close my eyes and feel him lifting me up,  feeling the rain slide off my skin and soak my hair as I kiss him like we will never see the shining light of day again.