Broken ON HOLD!

BROKEN {7}

©JESSICA RUIZ          

2013 ALL RIGHT RESEVRVED

EDITED BY JESSALYN MARIE 

·•● ✰ Seven ✰ ●•·  

"Do you really have to drive me to school every day?" Jessalyn asked Noah. He stopped the car and looked at her, his face telling her his answer. "Why? What the fuck does Scilla think I'm going to do? It's a small fucking town."

"She just wants to make sure you are going to school. You need to go to school Jess, you're only seventeen. And the only reason you were passing your class in Georgia was because you're smart, and you were barely passing them. SO please just go to class, do your work. NO FIGHTING! Stay away from trouble." Noah pleaded. He had dark bags under his eyes. He must be so tired. Jessalyn wanted to argue more, telling him that she was a grown seventeen year old, but she felt bad. Having a pregnant wife must suck ass.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Shit. Plus Scilla threatened me today. Said she was going to send me to a youth home if I got into any more trouble." She huffed, unbuckling the seat belt.

"I don't think she really meant it Jess, she's just stressed out, you know hormonal." He said leaning so he can look Jessalyn in the face, she just shrugged at him.

Doesn't matter if Scilla meant it or not. Jessalyn might as well get this year over with so she can be out of her aunt’s hair. Having a rebel teenager and a baby on the way is stressful and Jessalyn would rather get away before she got neglected.

"Yeah, whatever Noah. I'll see you after school." She replied, slamming the door. Jessalyn pulled her full backpack over her shoulder. Looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath before she looked at the school. She still couldn't believe she was here. Back to where she never wanted to be.

She kept getting this gut feeling that yesterday was easy, not seeing Ricky and not snapping at the teachers was going to be hard today. Jessalyn moved her wrist, which was hurting but still in brace because Scilla wanted to make sure it wouldn't pop back out.

Jessalyn just hoped her lack of sleep wouldn't get her moody. She smiled at herself as she thought about the reason for her lack of sleep.

After falling asleep Taylor had sent Jessalyn a picture message. Which was her of course, naked, and beautiful as always. Taylor knew that was going to tempt Jessalyn to call her. Sneaky little slut.

So maybe talking to Taylor was fun, and Jessalyn missed that she could touch her whenever she wanted. So the little tease was good, especially the phone sex, which was new and surprisingly sexy.

Noah drove off and Jessalyn started to feel panicky. Like how you would feel on the first day of kindergarten and your parents left you alone with all the new people. Her hands were starting to get sweaty and her heart was starting to beat like an African drum performance.

Jessalyn blew out a long breath before she started walked into the school. The hallway was crowded with teenagers talking to each other, laughing. She moved up the stairs rapidly towards her locker, trying not to bump into people as they were walking by her.

She walked down the hallway looking for her locker. Jessalyn always hated the grey lockers in this school. They didn't match the color of the walls and they were old as shit.