I Know You Feel The Same Way.

Chapter 25 - Regrets

(Skylar's POV)

"Alec Ryder, I cannot believe I let you get anywhere close to talking me into this." I mutter, lugging the strap of my bag back onto my shoulder.

"Not my fault I'm irresistible like that, baby." He smirks, I shoot him a side glare as he opens the front door of the school for me. "Okay. Skylar." He grabs my shoulders, keeping me in place, "I need you to calm down. I'll be right behind you. If you need me, just let me know, alright?" He reassures me, I nod and take a deep breath. Alec places his hand on the small of my back, leading me over to Patrick and his friends.

"Hey boys, why don't you give me and the lady a little privacy." He says with a wink to his large group of friends. He scans Alec, most likely remembering the beating he gave him at the beach, all his arrogance fades. "How can I help you princess?" He asks with a toothy grin, the arrogance already finding its way back.

"I need to talk to you, it's about Julia." I tell him, not meeting his eyes. Alec takes a defensive stance as Patrick steps closer to me. Realizing this, Patrick puts his hands in the air.

"Hey! If she just wants to talk, she just wants to talk, right?" He scuffs, looking over Alec.

"You didn't seem to believe that when I had to hand your ass to you the other day." Alec laughs, I turn to face Alec and sigh. "I'll- just wait over there." I nod and give him a quick smile before turning back to Patrick.

"Boyfriend? I thought you were all mine?" Patrick sighs.

"Look, Julia has been acting weird and I know you know why." I tell him, he chuckles.

"and what makes you think I'm going to tell you?" He asks.

"Jeffrey slit his wrists a few nights ago." I boldly retaliate, he hesitates and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Alright. I'll tell you, but don't mind me asking, what's in it for me?" He smirks, checking me out again.

"Nothing is 'in it' for you. Do it for your best friend that you supposedly care about!" I raise my voice, attracting more people's eyes.

"My 'best friend' left my side the night of the dance. The night that I used you to get Ariana, he turned his back on me. He acted fake to everyone else pretending we were friends but we weren't. So imagine my surprise when you think that I'll give the girl that ruined that friendship whatever she wants without a price." He admits, I slightly gasp at the words I just heard.

He seriously thinks this is my fault? That he ditched me for another girl. My crush ditched me and is now blaming it on me. How attractive.

"What do you want?" I ask after finally pushing away all the comebacks I could use.

"You know what I want, Sky." He takes a step closer, not even inches from my face as Alec shifts uncomfortably against the lockers several feet away. "One night. You and me. No Jeffrey. No Alec. Just...you and me." He whispers as he steps past me and continues down the hallway. He smugly smirks at Alec as he passes, Alec's face is frustrated but his eyes shift to mine, worried and concerned.

(Jeffrey's POV)

Stupid. Now I have to wear long sleeve shirts all over again. Just one more period. You can do this Jeffrey, don't die of heat stroke. Just 45 minutes. Skylar comes in and sits in the seat next to me, burying her head in her hands. She raises her head and gives me a pitiful look, "are you okay?" she mouths. I nod, smile briefly, and take out my notes.

After about what felt like 10 years of algebra, I still have no clue what I'm doing or how I survived this long without passing out. Finally, the bell rings, I quickly stand up and walk over to Skylar's desk as she shuffles through her papers.

"Hey. I have no idea what I'm doing. Can you help me? Maybe tonight?" I ask her, she doesn't answer. "Skylar?" She finally looks up and raises her eyebrows.

"Oh so you're talking to me again?" She asks, with an infuriating look.

"Did I stop?" I reply, rubbing the back of my neck.

"You cut your wrists and when I tried to help, you left without a second thought. Not to mention, ignored my texts for 3 days. So yes, Jeffrey. You did." She argues, putting her books in her backpack.

"I'm...sorry. So is that a no? on the tutoring, I mean." I whisper shyly, she sighs and swings her backpack over her shoulder.

"My place. 6." She says, walking out of the classroom.

(Skylar's POV)

"No no. You're doing it wrong. You have to distribute to the parenthesis first." I tell him, he finally understands and finishes the rest of the homework without needed too much help.

"So. What did I miss in the world of Skylar?" He asks, putting his book on the floor, and laying next to me on the bed.

"Nothing." I lie, biting my nail.

"Are you sure? I'm a good secret keeper." He chuckles, rolling onto his stomach. I shake my head. You can't tell him, Skylar. You can't. This would ruin him. He's already broken. Don't break him more.

"I have to sleep with Patrick." I accidentally blurt out, my mouth left wide open. Jeffrey gulps and tries to find something to say.

"Uh-I-Why? You don't have to do anything Skylar." He assures me.

"I do..Alec and I, we wanted to find out what's wrong with Julia." He tenses at her name, "She loved you Jeffrey. She wouldn't just leave you like that." I tell him.

"Skylar, why would you tell me, of all people?" He asks, I take a deep breath. I shouldn't tell him.

"Because-" I start, trailing off.

"Because why?" He questions.

"I'm.. scared." I admit, bring my knees to my chest.

"Listen Skylar, I want you to know I don't approve of any of this at all, but, Patrick isn't a bad guy. Yeah, he's perverted and cocky, but he would never do anything to hurt you." He tells me.

"That'll be a challenge." I whisper under my breath.

"Why? People say he's actually really good in bed, but I personally would never want to find out that would be a little bi-" He rambles, until I cut him off.

"I'm a virgin." I interrupt, his mouth drops open, but he quickly recovers and clears his throat as I shift on the bed.

"Well...how? I mean, you're beautiful. I don't understand." He asks, placing a hand on my cheek as I look down.

"I'm scared, Jeffrey. I'm so scared. I can't say I'm a virgin because he'll make fun of me and even if, he'd probably not even care as long as he gets the pleasure and to say he got laid." I tell him as tears form in my eyes, he wipes the tears of my cheek with his thumb. He lifts my face up to meet his eyes as he caresses my cheek. Slowly, he presses his lips to mine and pulls me with him as he lays further back on the bed. "W-what are you doing?" I ask, separating from his lips.

"Not letting Patrick be your first." He answers, rolling on top of me.