Jessica's pov
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I held back the tears that so badly wanted to escape..why was my life so fucked up in so many ways? Ever since I moved here nothing good has come my way! Nothing! Not one single thing! Jackson came into my life, I thought he was sweet and caring. Damien came into my life and was sweet and gentle. They both proved me wrong..they are both stupid players who want nothing more than to have fun with girls.
I watched as they slowly backed away, and something just snapped in me. "Get the HELL out! Now!" I narrowed my eyes into a cold glare as I watched them backing away.
Max stood and pushed them with his two hands placed firmly on their chests. He glared coldly. "Get the fuck away from my sister, if I EVER see you trying to talk to her, look at her, or ever think about her I will not hesitate to whoop your asses! Am I understood?" He growled. They hesitated. "I said..AM I UNDERSTOOD?" They nodded this time. "Good..now get out." He pushed them roughly out.
Damien glanced at me, pain shining in his eyes as he looked away. Jackson didn't even glance once at me before walking out, slamming the door behind him causing me to jump, it startled me. I looked down at my hands that were twiddling with each other. I sighed and lied my head back down on my pillow, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Damien's pov
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Pain. That's what I fealt.
Anger.
Sorrow.
Heartbreak.
I couldn't quite grasp everything I was feeling. It was a lot. How could I deal with such rejection? I really liked her..could I even love her? I thought I might love a girl one day but after Stephanie I told myself there is no such thing as love. Never will be in the world.
But maybe Jessica could be an exception..but after tonight I don't think so.
She is just another pawn to my life.
Just an everyday person.
No one is special to me.
My parents don't love me.
My brothers beat me up.
My grandparents are dead.
I have fake ass friends.
I have no love in my life now.
I have so many enemies.
What IS there to love for anymore? The world is cruel..not meant for so many evil people out there. Why? That is what I ask myself everyday. Along with, why am I still alive? Why do I still try? Why not give up? No one would care anyways.
So..why?
Jackson's pov
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All I fealt was anger. Pure anger.
I just wanted to punch something badly.
Damien..that is who I wanted to punch.
I hate Damien. Always have.
He is stupid. A jack ass. A no good playing jock. A cheater.
I just hate him with a strong passion.
I hate that Jessica wants me out of her life. Who would want that from their crush?
Rejection.
That's what it fealt like.
My heart couldn't take it.
Ever since I met Jessica at the mall I always thought about her..I quit drugs, stopped dealing. I stopped being in my gang, stopped drinking alcohol. Now what would I do? Continue them again and start where I left off?
Only one answer to that..
Hell yes.
