With you- a george shelley fan fiction

chapter 3, Jess' p.o.v.

The next few days I went to the isolation room whenever I could not because of fighting, but to see George. Everyday I escaped out lessons just to be with him, just to talk to him. Thursday came and I found myself fighting someone from my class, the girl was sent home and I was sent to the place were I knew George was, the place I felt most comfortable.

We sat talking about random subjects for hours. Laughing and getting to know eachother, every time I learned something about George I fell for him a little bit more. I kept trying to persuade myself that he wasn't what I thought, behind my back he would talk about me or one day he would completely forget about me. But there was something about him that kept pulling me back.

One conversation led to another until George asked the question I had been dreading. I knew he would ask at one point, but I didn't think it would be just yet. I was wrong.

"Jess," he paused for a moment. "Were is your family? Why don't you ever go home?" He asked. I hesitated trying to speak but it was as if the words had been stole from my mouth and I began to find it hard to breathe. A slow tear rolled down my cheek as the memories came flooding back, a time when I was happy, confident and most of all loved. George looked at me with confusion and sorrow in his eyes.

"Jess I'm so sorry you do-" he began but I cut him off.

"Have you ever felt so happy that sometimes you thought it was too good to be true?" I began, staring at my hands, avoiding eye contact with George."That's exactly how I felt at the age of fourteen, so happy with my whole life ahed of me and then I had to watch it all crumble down." By now tears were streaming down my face and I found myself cuddled into Georges chest, his arm protectively around me.

"After I had just turned fourteen my Dad was murdered on the streets, my world was turned upside down but somehow me and my Mum helped eachother to heal, day by day we became stronger." I took a deep breathe trying to fight my tears. "Just when I thought everything was going to be alright my Mum discovered that she had cancer, she fought so hard, living everday like it was her last," the images of my mother fighting for her life haunted me everyday. "But she just wasn't strong enough, after her death my family argued about what to do with me, nobody wanted anything to do with me." I paused, "so they gave me to the orphanage, where I don't fit in and most of the time I get into fights, I'm broken and that's th reason why."

I glanced up at George who looked down at me, his eyes full of sympathy and respect. It felt good to get everything off my chest and let it go, but I was also afraid. Never before had I told anyone my problems and today I had told George, the boy I had known for less than a week. We sat in silence lost in our thoughts. I wondered what went on inside Georges mind, what he was thinking, it was probably beautiful. A beautiful mystery, that's exactly what this boy was. A beautiful mystery.

"Jess," George began, "I know we have only just got to know eachother, but if you need anything I'm here for you, just know that I admireyour bravery and strength." He smiled.

"Thankyou, what about you George." I asked.

"What do you mean?" The confusion in Georges voice made me smile.

"What's your story? One normal day I was sitting in this room and you appeared out of nowhere, where did you come from?" I shouldn't have sounded so curious but I coulnt help myself. George tensed, probably haunted by his own dark memories, I looked at him and smiled, encouraging him.

"When I was younger I got involved with te wrong people." He closed his eyes, I felt his emotions from just being near him.

"I began drinking and getting involved with he police, thinking that it showed how brave and big I was. Before I knew it I was in gruesome fights and being forced into things I didn't want to do." His eyes never left the floor and he nervously played with his fingers.

"My family were ashamed of what I had become and disowned me by the time I had turned sixteen. The streets became my home and dangerous people became my only friends."

He took a deep breath before carrying on. "I moved up here with my cousin so I could start fresh, but it turns out things got worse and I began fighting with the boy who is now in hospital, then I met you Jess." He turned to face me tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "For the first time, the big bad George Shelley had been brought back to reality by someone I never expected." I smiled remembering our fight a couple of days ago. "Ve only known you a few days and you have already changed me, I believe that if I carry on being with you I can forget my past and look to the future." A tear rolled down his cheek and I threw my arms around him fireworks exploding in the pit of my stomach when he hugged back.

The bell went at three o clock, informing everybody that it was home time. Today me and George didn't hide from teachers we were marched out and set free from the small school building. I felt strong enough to face the orphanage today, knowing that George would always be there for me. I trusted him. Before I went George grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I looked up at him, taking in his beauty.

"Jess don't come to school tomorrow, meet me by the park." he smiled "let's escape reality."

We learned to live with the pain mosaic broken hearts.