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Chapter 15:The rush of adrenaline rushing through my body was insane. I couldn't believe I was breathing the same air as Jesse for so long.
He drove us to the ice cream store in his dark grey car.
The ride was quiet but not that awkward since the radio was on.
I couldn't believe that my dream of being with Jesse was happening. The four years of just admiring him from afar. Now it was my chance.
But was it? Was this just a one time thing so he could tell me why he wasn't okay?
He opened the door for me and I walked into the store.
I couldn't hold back the smile that was now splashed across my face.
Jesse put the yellow envelope on the table and we took our seats by two small bar chairs and next to it, sitting across from each other.
"Shall we start?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said, not sure whether he meant to order or to tell me what was wrong with him.
A waitress came up to us and said, "Hello, what can I get for you today?"
"I'll have a chocolate ice cream in a cup please," Jesse said.
"And for you?" She asked turning her head towards me.
"I'll have a chocolate and vanilla soft serve in a cup please."
The waitress wrote our orders down and left the table with a slight smile.
"So," Jesse said. "Are you ready?"
"For what," I asked.
"My story," he said.
I nodded in confusion. Was it really that important to be called a story?
He opened his mouth to start but was interrupted by the waitress handing us our food.
"Thank you," we both said simultaneously.
"Do you remember when Anthony threw a party at his house?" he asked.
My brain shifted back to the memory with Mathew and I answered and said, "yes," taking a long breath.
"Well the day before that, I found out," he rubbed from his forehead down to his clenched jaw and continued to say, "that um, I wasn't -I'm sorry Aubrey- it's just ... really hard for me."
I put my ice cream spoon down and put my hand on his arm, "you don't have to tell me," I said reassuring him.
"No it's ok," he said straightening his posture. "Anyways, um, I found out that I wasn't living with my biological parents."
My mouth hung open in shock and I totally wasn't expecting to hear that from him.
He seemed like such an okay guy.
"But I love who I live with," he said. "I don't know what to call them now. They're not my parents. But... they are. I love them. They were there for me."
"So you want to see the birth certificate, because you want to see your real parents names?" I guessed.
"Yup," he said looking down at the envelope.
"Jesse," I said. "I don't know what to feel right now. I'm not in your place, but go ahead. Open it. I'm here for you,"
"Thanks Aubrey," he answered. "It's just, how could I be so clueless for so long?"
"You weren't, they kept it from you and you didn't know. That's all. But wait, why did you mention Anthony's party."
"Because, the night before was when I figured it out and I decided to skip school because it was a lot to take in, be I decided to go to the party to get my mind of of things. Um... I saw you there, kissing Mathew. I was already upset that night and I got even more upset because of that."
I lift my eyebrows in surprise. I really didn't know he went to the party.
"I'm sorry I was avoiding you, I just needed to be away from you."
He looked down and pursed his lips. I was really confused.
I took another spoon of my ice cream and looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
"Why would you be upset at me for kissing him?" I asked.
He moved his thumb towards my lip and wiped off some ice cream that was left there. Oh my G-d. No way. No freaking way. He just did that. Wow.
"Because I think your beautiful, Aubrey."
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The Secret Behind The Bad Boy
Genç KurguIt was one night, where she decided to forget about him. He wasn't even there. But after, he changed. She didn't know why. He didn't speak to her. She was confused. Until she learned his story. The story he never shared with anyone.