Rest Your Love

Chapter 13 - Can we start over?

It was finally Friday, the day of Connor's party. Thank god for that. I told Brad not to pick me up today. I couldn't really face him after what happened last night. How am I supposed to tell my friends that they were right all along? It was bad enough I didn't want to believe them but, now it's hitting me hard. I just wish I didn't have to see him today but, my schedule didn't want to work with me today.

One thing I was extremely happy for, was that the day went by quickly. I also tried to avoid Brad at all costs even in music class. I sat next to James as I told him everything and he just tried to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I trusted my friends more than ever now, and would never take their words for granted again. I mean if all that was true, that means everything else must be true right?

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It was the night of the party and Brad texted me, telling me he was going to pick me up but after I refused to like a hundred times, I finally said yes seeing that he wouldn't take no for an answer. He said he would be here around nine, even though I'm still mad at him I have to somehow get through the night. I was determined not to talk to him, I mean I still feel disappointed and sad. How badly does he even want to change?

I hopped out of my bed and took a long shower, trying to become stress free. After I dried my hair and curled it a little and added a little hairspray to keep the curls. I then searched through my closet for something cute to wear, until I finally found a cute black tight, fitted, short dress; which also seemed a little shorter than I last remember it to be. I then paired it with some black heels and put on some make-up and put on a necklace and some perfume. I finally grabbed my purse and then headed downstairs.

As I walked my heels were clicking against the floor, making my mom look up and gave me a small smile "you look beautiful"

"Thanks mom" she studies me again before going back to do whatever she was doing.

I then walked over to the mirror and fixed my lipstick a little and did some finally touches, making sure everything looked good, as I then just thrown everything into my purse before hearing the bell ring. Must be brad, of course.

I walked over to the door and open it. He was looking more handsome than ever. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, along with a pair of his dr. martins. His brown eyes are just sparkling, he was just staring at me, which gave me shivers down my spine. He smirks and looks me up and down.

"You look...beautiful" he smiles to me, and I had to remind myself what happened yesterday and how mad I am at him still. I'm still pissed about it.

"You don't look so bad yourself Mr. Simpson" I say politely. I then turned around to take my purse only to notice my mom was sitting on the couch, spying at the both of us but, I just ignored her and walked pass Brad out the door, and walked up to his car. Finally getting in, once he reached.

After I buckled my seatbelt, I waited for him to start the car, but he just sat there looking at me. I know he wanted to talk but, I just looked out the window as I wasn't in the mood. He made it so hard to be mad at him or even to ignore him, it's killing me on the inside.

"I'm sorry" he says finally, as I looked over at him. He looked guilty but, yet again honest. I rolled my eyes, trying not to care.

"I swear Jess...I'm not going to take any drugs or even think about the dealing thing" He looked like he was about to start crying. I looked at him with cold eyes, though on the inside it just keeps killing me slowly at how mean I was being and how he's making me melt, showing off his soft side.

"I swear...I promise you I can change" He looked me in the eyes, his were bigger than ever. I couldn't help but, notice how close we were face to face. "Can we start over please?"

I'm not going to answer nor, was I even looking up at him. I knew if I looked up into his eyes, I wouldn't be able to say no. I didn't even know my hands were so cold before he puts his warm hands on mind. He gently brushed my hand with his thumb, and I could feel the heat that sends through my body.

"Please...Jess" His voice was low, almost like a faint whisper, and pleading, entangling our fingers together. I didn't answer.

He releases my hand, and puts his finger under my chin so that I could look him in the eyes. My eyes, darted right into his. Why am I so weak?

Before I could force my eyes away, his face leans slowly towards mine, and his finger under my chin tilting my head more upwards. My stomach suddenly filling with anticipation. I close my eyes, just as he presses his soft lips onto mine.

All my anger slips away, as the fluttering feeling in stomach is replaced by an entire swarm of butterflies. I feel overwhelmed and a little light headed as if I'm flying and I don't ever want this moment to stop.

The kiss is gentle, and slow but I soon felt the tip of his tongue brush against my lips so I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. He reaches up to my cheeks and cups them with his hands. I put my hands through his curls, causing him to groan, while he explores the inside of my mouth.

We finally pulled away from each other to catch our breath, he looked deeply into my eyes, breathing heavily. Oh my...

I have never been kissed before, and that, it was truly amazing.

"So am I forgiven?" he looks at me, and he's back to his normal self.

"I guess...I've even ruined your hair" he raises an eyebrow at me before he looks at his reflections in the car mirror, making us both laugh.

"I like it actually, sexy isn't it?" he fixes his hair a bit

I couldn't really disagree. It really did look good.