There is another picture of Chelsea on the side!
The ride with Chelsea to school silent. I never told her why Jacob and i broke up. She just knew we broke up. She didn't ask any questions about it, which i loved. She never pushed my buttons. Thank You. I really didn't want to cry this morning.
When we got out of the car, Chelsea gave me a hug and met up with Markis. I roll my eyes disgust. I grab my red bag out the convertable and headed for school. I got all of my stuff out of my locker without another word. When i turned around, he was there.
"Hey," Jacob said as pushed him out of my way to class. "Fine! Leave me! I don't even care! Nothing mattered to me anyway!" He screamed. How could he? I didn't deserve that! I was only trying to protect myself and him. I know i deserved him to not talk to me anymore but that was just uncalled for. His harsh words brought tears to my eyes as i ran, but couldn't see where i was going. I ran all the way to the parking lot. Before i could fall on the cement, i felt warm arms wrapp around my arms. They were huge and muscular. I could recongize him anywhere.
"Hey, are you okay?" Eddie asked as i started to look up at him with red, puffy eyes. How embarrassing. His glance sent chills up my spine, but in a passionite way. I shake off the feelings. This was not going to happen to me again. "I'm fine." I snap as i get into the car and lock the door. I put the cover on and look the other way. Although, i can feel his gaze peircing through the window. I roll it down.
"What's wrong?" He asked again, his beautiful eyes begging me to tell him everything. I let him sit in the passenger seat and i literally told him everything. Not about my mother but about Jacob, and what happened between us. Everything i felt. I even started to cry at certain points and he would take out a tissue and wipe my tears for me. It so weird, but its like ive known him all my life. Like he's one of my closets friends. And maybe he can be. I always need a good guy friend as long as they don't fall for me like Jacob did.
"He shouldnt have said such harsh words to you. He knows your sensitive to what he says. He was trying to get to you," He whispered in my ear as i continue to cry in his chest.
"I would never hurt you like that, Sarah. Your too much of a good person," I looked up at him.
"How would you know that i am a good person?" I ask him. He chuckles. His laugh brings shivers down my spine again. Again, i shake it off.
"I've seen the way you act around other people. When someone you don't even know is hurt you help them. You welcome everyone in. That's how i know your a good person." I smile at his words and i realize that he is still cradling me in his arms. I squirm out of his grib and tuck some lose hair back. I clear my throat, "Um, thanks. I should get back to class," i say as we start to get out of the car. Before i could walk into school, he grabs my hand.
"Hey, uh, would you want to dinner with me tonight?" He asked me as he kisses my hand. Electric bolt go all the way to my toes. I gasp and pull my hand back. "No. i mean, no i can't."
"Oh, well, maybe some other time then," He smiles and we walk to Anatomy together, books in hand.
Of course i could have gone to dinner with him tonight. Before i left the house this morning, Mother was starting on her first bottle of wine. There were at least 5 bottles sitting in front of her so i knew she would be drunk and passed out all night. But i didn't want to. I don't want to fall in love again because i don't deserve it. I don't deserve to lie to another person i could possibly care about. I'm done hurting people. OH, my god, i'm just like my mother. I abuse people. i abuse them emotionally. As i thought this, i knew at that very moment, that i could never love again. I would not let it happen again. I would not rip apart another person emotionally. I coulnd't. I didnt deserve to love anyway.
I love how Eddie thinks i'm a good person, but to be quite honest, im not. I hurt people. How could a person that constantly lies to people and keeps secrets be a good person. Man, my life was so screwed up. Shit.
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Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)
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