Let Me Kiss Your Scars(Student/Teacher)

Chapter Fourteen

I had been hiding out in Jason's house for a little over a week. Surprisingly, my father made no effort to find or contact me. At least none that I knew of. We were careful getting me in and out of the house. My father didn't know Jason lived so close to his house, and we wanted to keep it that way.

Jason became sweeter with each passing day. He was always there in the middle of the night to hold and talk to me when I had a nightmare.

Every morning he would make breakfast, and every evening I would make dinner. He wasn't very good at making anything other than breakfast foods, so we had a silent agreement that I was on dinner duty.

As I was heading toward the school building after Jason dropped me off, mine and Kellin's tree came into view. Realizing I had a few moments to spare, I jogged over to the tree and plopped down.

"Things have been looking up Kell. I wish you were here to meet the music substitute."

"You mean your boyfriend?" he sang.

"He is not my boyfriend." It was true, Jason and I were good friends...who kissed a few times.

"Uh huh. What about Mrs. Stein?"

"She had to take the rest of the year off for family issues. She helped me a lot when you...passed."

"I know she's doing well. Her father died, that's why she left."

"Can you see the future?"

"No Parks, I'm a spirit not a fuckin' fortune teller." If Kellin were here right now I could imagine the giant grin plastered to his face.

"I just want to know if something will happen between Jason and I."

"I'm sure your future will be bright and happy, you deserve it."

"I wish you were here to spend it with."

"Me too P. But hey, you've got that teach to spend it with."

I laughed at that. "I wish."

"I have faith in this one. But, to have your happy future you have to let me go."

"What? No way!"

"You can't sit at this tree and talk to a ghost forever. It's time to move on."

I knew he was right. My guidance councilor said that a month ago, but how could I?

"I don't want to let my best friend go." Tears were now cascading down my cheeks.

"This isn't any easier for me, I have no one to talk to. Think about me every now and then, and name one of your kids after me! I love you to pieces Parks."

"Kellen wait!" I shouted out, but received no response. I patted the dirt of the tree tenderly before springing to my feet. Checking the time on my phone, I realized it was fifteen minutes into first period. Shit.

"Late once again Miss Davis. I'm tired of making excuses for you," Mr. Staves growled.

"I'm sorry sir I-"

Mr. Staves held up a pink pass that I never wanted to see. "Save it. Take this slip and go to the office."

The kids in the classroom looked at me with disgusted looks. I hung my head and walked the hall to the principals office.

"Parker I really want to help you, but this is the sixth time you've been late to class this month! And that doesn't include the times you all together ditched class," Mrs. Noel scolded.

I kept silent, not bothering to explain my reasoning. She would tell me I needed to move on. Instead I sat there and took my punishment, which was detention with none other than Mr. Edwards. I had to stay a half hour after school for a week helping him tune instruments. Fantastic.

"Start going to class Parker, or your not going to be able to graduate," Mrs. Noel called out as I was leaving.

The rest of my day consisted of Skylar following me around and dirty looks or comments from my peers. I was beginning not to trust Skylar anymore. I saw her talking with Ryan on several occasions. How anyone could or wanted to hold up a conversation with the unintelligent asshole was beyond me.

When the last bell of the school day sounded I groaned. At least the detention was with Jason. Or maybe that was worse. He would make fun of me for even landing myself in detention.

"You just can't get enough of me huh?" he teased. Oh joy, I have to endure this for a week.

"Yeah obviously I couldn't wait the ten minute drive home, so I landed myself in a weeks worth of detention."

"Well darlin' if you wanted to see me so badly you coulda just asked," Jason said in an over the top southern accent.

I giggled a bit. "Okay sir what do I have to do?" A longing look appeared on Jason's face. "Jason?" I questioned, breaking him from his trance.

"Sorry, um, we can start by tuning the pianos.

I nodded and sat at one of the three pianos and began to tune it. "No you're doing it wrong. Here, like this," Jason said reaching over my shoulder and showing me the correct way.

He pressed his front against me and I felt myself heat up. I moved my head to meet his eyes. "T-thanks." My voice was small and shaky. The close proximity of Jason's body to mine was making a fire ignite in my stomach. This was a foreign feeling to me, and I wasn't sure how to act.

"I can't do it anymore!" Jason said aloud.

I knitted my brows together in confusion. "Can't do what?"

"Pretend like don't have feelings for you! I can't pretend that every time you fall asleep in my arms it doesn't feel so right."

My mouth gaped open at his words. He really had feelings for me. "Please say something Parker."

How was I supposed to express the way I felt. Obviously I felt something for him, but what? My fathers image popped into my mind and I gasped. I couldn't me happy, I didn't deserve to be. I made my mother run away and my father hurts me.

Quickly, I jumped off the piano stool and darted out of the room. I ignored his calls for me, and ran all the way to Jason's.

He would no doubt be at the house in a few minutes. Maybe I should go back to my fathers and live the life I deserve. Racing to the guest room, I snatched my already packed duffel bag. On the run...again.

When I swung the front door open Jason was already there, fishing for his keys from his pocket.

"Where are you going?"

I looked down at my feet, not being able to stand his glare. "I don't deserve to be happy Jason. Being with you makes me incredibly happy, so I should just go away." Tears stung my eyes, however I bit my lip to contain them. I couldn't cry anymore.

"That's bullshit Parker. You deserve to be the happiest person on this planet, and I intend to make you that happy."

"You can't be that person. You're my teacher."

Jason sighed, running a hand down his handsome face. "Fuck my job, fuck the law. Can't you see you're more important than all that?"

"I'm just an irrelevant teenager, don't waste your time on me." I didn't pay attention to the few stray tears that made their way down my cheeks.

Jason's hands immediately cupped my face, drying my tears. "I want to waste every second of my time on you," he huskily said before crashing his lips to mine. After a few moments I responded to the kiss, dropping the duffel bag and tangling my hands in his hair instead.

He smiled on my lips and drew me closer. Jason's hands reached to the backs of my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his torso, not once breaking the perfect kiss. Jason carried me to couch before laying on it, me on top of him.

His lips broke from mine in need for oxygen, kissing all over my neck instead. Jason rolled my sleeves up my arms and began to tenderly kiss each scar. I pulled my arm away, self conscious of him seeing them all.

"Let me kiss your scars."

Awwwwwww. Hope you enjoyed that extremely cute Jarker moment!