Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-Three

I laid awake in my bed, not even undressed from my dress from earlier that day. I just laid there wishing for the day to replay, no the week. Maybe I could get Christine back, maybe I could of stopped Alex from ordering the pizza, that we never did get. But, no, what's done is done, no going back now. I just can't shake this feeling that I could of done something much better than what I have done my entire life. Just one more minute, one more minute to tell Christine I loved her.

It's the main reason I do not want child in my future, the incident like Christine's. It's so easy to lose them, everything could be perfectly fine and them boom, they're gone. Kay and Harry were taken away without even realization of what was happening, caused my mother's suicide later down the road. Which of course she made me seem to be at blame when it came to her timely death. But that isn't the point, the point was because of the way she was, what she lost, had turned me away from the very idea of being a mother.

Alex was suddenly sitting at the end of my bed, touching my hand with his. But, I was blank. No sudden movements at all when it came to this. Christine's death just scared me. I didn't know loving someone who wasn't a boyfriend or a family member was even possible, then I met her and she was stole from me. Nothing good ever lasts, I looked up at Alex when I thought about. The good always die.

"Did you hear about Katrina's condition?" I calmly asked him, my voice still dry from the tears.

"She didn't lose the baby like everyone thought she did," He stopped touching my hand and then folded them into his lap.

"She deserves everything she gets. She's actually at the same level of hate as my mother right now," I mumbled. I did hate Katrina, she killed my best friend because she got drunk in attempt to lose her own child, then drove.

"Don't thrive on her, okay?" Alex came up aside of me and lid down. "She's not a part of our lives anymore. Well I won't for sure let that cheater into my life anymore. She actually tried to pin the pregnancy on me. I was like: No girl, I kept the tiger in the cage."

I began to burst into laughter, if there was anyone to make me smile when I was down, it was Alex. "You're a unusual boy, you know that right?" I raised a eyebrow but it quickly dropped because I was laughing so much.

"And you're a unusual girl," He grinned. There was something different about his grin, though. It seemed like it was as if he was expecting something different to happen with all this.

I remembered the kiss instantly, the time where I was sick and he taken cared of me. That's when he kissed me, and didn't even care about the fact he was mid-relationship with Katrina. There was something that day, maybe it was the fact he saw my hurt and maybe tried to take it away. But that didn't make entire sense. Something else was going on.

"Do you believe in love in first sight?" Alex broke the silence. What was this boy getting on with.

"My daddy once told me that it was love in first sight when he saw me," I explained. It was true, he spent entire hour once telling me how beautiful I was and how he didn't want to lose his little love.

"When I saw you, I actually didn't say anything. It wasn't when I bumped into you in the hallway, either. I think it was when you first met Charlotte because I was standing with Katrina in the corner and I saw your face," He told me. Was this really coming out or was my mind playing tricks? "I loved you since I saw you, and it made Katrina jealous so I pretended we were only friends. Then I kissed you and you didn't do anything, but I felt lightning."

"I felt the steal of my first kiss," I giggled. "But I did feel something I never felt before."

"I was your first kiss?" Alex asked with a tone of a confused feeling.

"Yes, you were," I said.

"Then I want to be your first everything," Alex demanded. I tilted my head towards him. It was late and the moon shined through my window only to place a dim light on Alex's baby face. I loved him, I did but I would never be able to loved back.

"They buried my best friend today, placed her in the cold ground. I just want you to promise me that you won't die on me, not yet," I was looking for two simple words.

"I promise," I received them from him as he took my hand and kissed it.

"I don't know what to say, never been good at these types of things!" I half-smiled.

"I love you Jenna Wells," And with that he laid his lips upon mine once again.