Never Let Go!

Awww! He's Got A Boo-Boo!

Chapter 2

JENNIFER'S POV

- the next day (subject before dismissal) -

Oh god. I wish I didn't agree with the teacher. I used to look forward to dismissal. Well, not anymore. Jordan was currently kicking the underside of my chair repeatedly, making me more and more annoyed. In exactly five minutes the bell would ring, signaling my death.

"Hey look, five minutes until depression!" Jordan said, as he looked at his watch.

"Shut up and don't talk to me." I muttered, burying my face in my palms.

- RING -

Everyone fled out of the classroom, leaving me, Jordan and some other dudes behind. I gathered all my stuff up and shoved it in my bag. Miss Joy gave me a knowing look, as I sighed and nodded, preparing myself for later.

"So... whose house?" Jordan asked.

"Err..." I said, trailing off.

"Right. My house." He mumbled, as he headed to the door. I grabbed my skateboard and tossed my bag over my shoulder. I walked to the entrance where he was waiting for me. He cracked his knuckles, one by one, making me cringe. I find it disturbing when people crack their knuckles. I did it once and it felt as if my fingers were going to fall off.

"Just shut up and tell me where your house is." I groaned, setting my skateboard on the ground.

"Whoa, I never knew you skated!" He exclaimed, snatching my skateboard.

"Give it back before I kick you in the balls, jerk!" I yelled. He smirked at me, before skating off in the other direction. He lives nearby? I hope not! I came to a halt, noticing him sprawled on the sidewalk. I jogged over to him and picked up my skateboard.

"That's what you get, Loser!" I teased, crossing my arms.

"What did you fucking say?" He asked, glaring at me.

"I said, that's what you fucking get, Loser!" I yelled.

"Wait till I get up, bitch!" He cussed, planting his hands on the ground beneath him. I watched him heave his body up. He limped towards me, then collapsed on the ground again.

"Shit." He grumbled, rolling up one of the legs of his jeans, displaying a bleeding bruise.

"Awww, he's got a boo-boo!" I coo'ed, as he shot me a death glare, his cold green eyes piercing into my hazel brown ones. I sat on the cold pavement, bringing out my homework.

"I'll kill you when I get on my feet." He mumbled, dusting his jeans off.

"That's in what? Ten years?" I asked, checking my watch.

"Fuck you! Just... Help me get up." He said, motioning me to come over. Honestly... I just wanted to toss him off the edge of a cliff or... Give him two sticks to help him stand. But, to my disgust, he rested his arm around my shoulder and forced his body off the cemented sidewalk. I found it very uncomfortable and awkward, whenever our skin made contact. It was like Coke and Mentos. He pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He flicked the light switch and to my surprise, the interior of our houses were alike in many ways. The flat screen was mounted on the wall, surrounded by three sofas, even the stereo set was placed on each side of the TV and the placement of portraits and pictures, were in the exact same place. I plopped him on one of the sofas, as he groaned in pain. Blood was already seeping through his jeans. He rolled it up again. The bruise had already turned bluish-purple.

"Get the First Aid Kit. It's in the cabinet in the kitchen." He said. I sighed, but went anyway. I opened the said cabinet, but noticed something else, aside from the First Aid Kit. Three empty bottles of sleeping pills. Was he trying to kill himself? I took the kit and walked back to the living room.

"Why do you have that much sleeping pills?" I asked, pretty straightforward. His lip twitched twice, before answering.

"I... Have trouble sleeping." He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Are you sure? Cos, it looks like you're having trouble living." I said, pouring a little Betadine on a piece of cotton.

"Why do you even care?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Trust me. I know about those kinds of stuff." I smirked, as I slowly patted the piece of cotton on his wound. He flinched, moaning in pain.

"Wait! What do you mean by, 'I know about those kinds of stuff'?" He asked. I smiled, shaking my head. He shrugged it off, though. I finished treating his wound, wishing I poured a shitload of alcohol on it instead.

"Now, do my homework, you little shit!" He ordered, as he limped upstairs.

"Shut up or else I'll stab you in the chest!" I replied. I sat on the couch, going over Jordan's homework. I need to do this... For the money! Then after this school year, we'll pretend nothing happened and live our lives as far away from each other as possible!

A/N

HEY DIAMONDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK? PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! TELL ME YOUR OPINION! :) :P THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN BY THE ORIGINAL WRITER (Eren_Swaeger_) AND EDITED BY ME. SO... UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LITTLE DIAMONDS. :)

-REMEMBER BE YOU-

THIS IS RUBY SIGNING OFF! :P