Chapter 17

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“Valentine?! Please wake up!” everything was black but I could hear him yelling in my ear, shaking me, trying to get me to wake up. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

I felt something hit the back of my throat but that just made me vomit up the contents in my stomach. But then I realised what he was doing. He was trying to save me, make me throw up all the pills I just took.

But…I don’t want to be saved. I don’t want to have to see Zack’s face when he sees me. I just want to not be here.
“Please.” He whispered. And with that I started coughing up everything else in my stomach, my eyes opened and I could eel myself shaking.

Jay simply hugged me when he I was coughing on my own and that my eyes had opened. I just leaned back on him and cried; I couldn’t help it. Loud and unattractive sobs left my mouth.

“Please Valentine, never do that again. Please, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I never meant for this to happen.” Over and over again, he just kept saying how sorry he was. This was so different from the Jay I know, the person who would happily fuck every girl in the school and not give a damn.

“Why?” was all I  could mutter out amongst my tears.

“Even though I seem like a huge dick, I really do care about you.”
“Your more than a huge dick, asshole.” I said, elbowing him in the rib. He smiled at the fact that I could joke around, even if it was insulting him.

“Yes, yes I am.” I think that’s the first time he has admitted to that. “Please, never do this again? Promise me.”

“I…can’t.”

“Please.” He whispered.

“I can’t promise anything, how can I see the hurt on Zack’s face? I fucked up. I deserve this.”

“No, you don’t. I was fucking stupid to do that to you and him and I don’t know why the fuck I did. I…” his grip tightened on me, “I don’t know.” He sighed.

What a mess we created, I thought as we lay in the bath tub with vomit everywhere, but we didn’t dare move away from each other.

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