I Love You to the Stars and Back

Chapter 5

✮Y/N'S POV✮

Jackson says he wants to push our relationship further even though I tell him I'm not ready yet. We've been official since the third week of school, and It's only early September. I wonder why we're having this discussion so early. Yesterday we skipped school to hang out, just us, none of HIS friends. He told me he loved me and I just sat there and smiled at him. He knew he was ready and that I wasn't so he didn't rush me, but he loved saying he loves me, and I love to hear it.

"I love you Y/N '' he states, grabbing my face. We sit there, fully clothed, in the forest, the sun shining through the trees. After a few seconds, I look up at him, kissing his lips as a response. I looked him up and down before smiling, that was what made us special, our style. He was the popular guy who wore school clothes every day, and his jersey on Fridays for games, while I wore ripped jeans and some weird band tee. "I love you Y/N '' he stated, grabbing my face. We sit there, fully clothed, in the forest, the sun shining through the trees. After a few seconds, I look up at him, kissing his lips as a response. I looked him up and down before smiling, that was what made us special, our style. He was the popular guy who wore school clothes every day, and his jersey on Fridays for games, while I wore ripped jeans and "emo" band-tees with some eccentric colored hair and black make-up. We were the exact opposite of each other, making us such a good couple.

Today at lunch, I looked over at the lunch table with Stiles, him waving over at me with a weak smile, then looking at Jacksons table, all of his friends calling me over. I hesitate before heading over to them. "Hey babe," he says, "Hey..." I mumble. My eyes drift back over to Stiles. His smile has now faded away. Stiles, even though he makes me feel safe, he makes me feel scared.

I don't really remember much of that night. Just that I was lying in his arms, him reassuring me that everything would be all right even though I could feel his blood seeping through his shirt onto me.I knew he was hurt but I couldn't keep the attention off of me.

Lunch ran on, as usual, Jackson talking with his friends while I just sat there. When the bell rang I bolted out of my chair and into my math class.
Allison sat next to me and sighed, "I see you've ditched us.." I laughed a bit, even though in reality I had ditched her. "Don't be so petty," I say. A small grin forms on her face, "You're so lucky I love you," she says as our focus shifts to the teacher.

"Since this class is AP, and you are all seniors, the class will be taking a field trip to a boardwalk about an hour away. You will have a designated driving partner and if someone or someone's parent will be driving you that will be extra info you'll have to write on the permission slip that," she paused for a second to look across the room, "Allison, will hand out. Other than that your work will be the same project from yesterday. Get to work!!"

Allison rolled her eyes and got up to pass out the papers. I grabbed the assignment from yesterday and by the time I was finished with the front Allison was back in the seat next to me. "Hey! Do you wanna drive to the boardwalk together?" She asks.
"I dunno," I replied.
"It'll be fun, okay? I'll pick you up and then we'll drive there, have fun, and come back to boring ole' school!" This time I simply nod, I had already ditched her , the least I could do is take her up on her offer. 

For the rest of class, Allison and I worked on our project and talked about our boyfriends and all the drama they are. Whenever Allison and I gossiped I could feel someone's eyes burning into the back of my head, yet when I turned around no one was looking at me. At first I just assumed it was superstition and weird stuff like that, but as the feeling got stronger, so did the belief I had that someone was watching me.

Soon enough, the bell rang, that same ear-ringing echo that went off every 45 minutes telling us to leave. I grabbed my papers and tucked them neatly into my bag before leaving the class, Allison right behind me. The teacher yelled at the class, "Don't forget to get those slips in by Friday!"

My eyes were locked onto the floor as I zoned out letting thoughts run through my mind aimlessly. My feet walked to my next class, through twirly hallways and sharp turns like they were on autopilot, but my hands fidgeted with each other as if there was too much going on in my mind, interlinking and unlinking each finger, or running through and twirling my hair. I was brought out of my trance when I felt a soft yet firm hand grab my shoulder, "Yo Y/N!! You good?" My eyes move up from the waxed floors to meet Stiles' face. "Mhm..." I reply. "What're you doing next Monday? Because I have tickets to see the triple feature of the Star Wars episodes and Lyds didn't want to go so???"

"Hmmmm... Tempting, but I can't I've gotta go to the boardwalk with Allison for AP class. Sorry!" I walk into class and sit in my seat next to Stiles. This was the class I hated. History with Mr. Fleming. God he sucks, and he always mentions that the girl's skirts are "too damn short!" like it's the 50s. I've always tried to talk Jackson into skipping with me, but he says that if he skips any more classes then he wouldn't be able to play lacrosse for the season and that "The team needs him".

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: SO SORRY ABOUT HOW SHORT THIS CHAPTER IS!!! The nest CHAPTER will be out soon. (p.s. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!). 

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