Hopeless - The sequel to Breathless. A Janoskians fanfic.

19. "I guess I'll see you later?"

Isla's POV -

He cradled me in his arms, my hands were locked tightly together around his neck and he kissed my lips sweetly. Everyone around us began cheering, even Shay, which I thought was strange as Tabby was her best friend. Skip placed me gently down so my feet touched the floor, I didn't want to let go of him but I had something I needed to say. I walked over to Shay and hugged her tightly, "thank you." I said so everyone could hear, I wanted everyone to know that Shay had helped me, I wanted her to be accepted into our group. When Skip had been taken away, she was the only one who knew how I was feeling and she was the one to comfort me. I knew Sierra wanted to be there but she was supporting Luke, Shay was the one who I'd confided in, which wouldn't have happened if Sierra was there. "Don't thank me, anyone else would have done the same thing." she smiled and hugged me back. Beau stole her away from me again and we all decided it was time to leave the station.

Since only Sierra and the Brooks Brothers' car was here, we split into two groups. "My car is at Isla's so can you drop me off there with her?" Skip asked Sierra and she agreed. Jai, Beau and Shay were in one car, Sierra, Luke, Skip and I in the other. I said goodnight to the others and we began our drive home. I felt myself drifting off on Skip's shoulder, it was 4am and it was getting light outside, I was absolutely shattered. Skip stroked my hair gently, I felt his lips press lightly against my head and I smiled to myself. I was so happy to have Skip back, but telling him about Benji was still playing on my mind, how would I find the words? I couldn't hide it from him because of the charges or rape and abuse against Benji, but I'd hold it off as long as I could. "Isla, we're back!" Sierra laughed as she saw me dribbling on Skip, half asleep. I wiped my mouth and blushed, I nudged Skip as he was also drifting off and he jumped in his seat.

"Thank you Isla, I don't know what you did, but I know Beau appreciates it." Luke smiled and leant between the seats for a hug which I embraced. I thanked them both for staying with me and for being so understanding. Skip said goodbye, thanked them both and apologised for being an inconvenience. They both laughed and told him not to be so stupid, it was Benji's fault, not anyone else's. Sierra drove away from my house and I was left shivering on the drive way with Skip, he began walking to his car and I followed, not wanting him to leave. "Thank you Isla, I'm sorry I scared you." he paused for a second, "I guess I'll see you later?" he mumbled awkwardly, resting his hand on the door handle, playing with his keys in his hand. I walked closer and ran my fingers through his hair, making eye contact and biting my lip, something I knew he couldn't resist. Just as I'd suspected he would, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled my body into his as he rested against the side of his car.

"Thank YOU Skip." I began, but before I had a chance to say anything else, I felt his lips caress mine, I could taste his blood weeping from the cut, but I didn't care. The kiss became more passionate, his tongue glided across the inside of my mouth and I nibbled on his lip playfully, being careful of his sores. One of his hands ran down my back, the other gripped onto my hair tightly, I rubbed my body against his and I could feel his penis getting harder against my groin. "I love you." He whispered heavily into my ear and began kissing my neck, this along with the gentle rubbing of my body forced a slight moan to escape from my lips. "You're staying here tonight" I whispered breathlessly and pulled away from him, taking his wrist and leading him to the front door. "Shit, my bag is in Sierra's car!" I complained when I realised I wouldn't be able to unlock my door. Skip smiled cheekily and licked his lips, "treehouse it is then." I followed him around the side of my house and as we entered the garden he pinned me up against the wall.

His fingers entwined with mine and he used this to pin them up above my head, he kissed my forehead, each cheek, swept his lips over mine swiftly and nibbled on my neck. I was desperate to run my fingers through his hair, to touch him in any way but I couldn't, he saw me struggling and laughed, releasing my hands. His body was pressed closely against mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck and picked me up, my legs lifted and I placed them around his waist. Skip held me tightly to him, making sure I didn't fall and carried me towards the treehouse. The treehouse was mine and Skip's place, no one else had ever been in there, it was tucked away in the corner of the garden, behind the hot tub, so not many noticed it. I didn't want anyone else to go in there, Skip had helped me build it and helped me with the things inside, it was more his treehouse than mine. He pushed my body against the door, opening and it and tripping over the step, luckily the bed was inches from the door and as we fell onto it I laughed. Skip scowled and pouted, like a child, digging his fingers into my ribs, which just made me laugh more.

Skip's body hovered over mine on the bed, he lifted his shirt and dropped it to the floor, I stroked his chest seductively kissing his collarbones. my legs were still wrapped around his back and as he rubbed slow and hard against my body, I could feel his hard penis throbbing through his jeans. I let my legs fall gently to his side and he took the bottom of my t-shirt, lifting it slowly above my head, I arched my back so he could remove it when suddenly he gasped and pulled away from me. "what the fuck happened?!" he said in shock, that's when I remembered the blistered skin, hiding beneath my shirt. In the heat of the moment I'd completely forgotten, I pulled my shirt back over my stomach and arms trying to conceal the horrific pain I'd inflicted on myself. "Was this him?!" he was beginning to angry, I knew this was when I had to confess and come clean to Skip. I was scared that he would leave me, no one wants damaged goods, especially as damaged as me. "No." I said, bowing my head, "I did it."