Unlike You

Nine

A/N:

I know the last chapter might be a bit confusing, but I have a plan. Don't worry, everything will fall into place.

Anyway, I hope you are enjoying!

CHAPTER NINE! YAY!

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I feel the shock flow through Jared as my move is an unexpected one. As the shock wears away, he starts to respond. He starts to kiss me back, but I pull away before it goes to far. Jared groans and lays his forehead to my shoulder. A giggle escapes my lips as I drag him to the swing set. He plops down in the one swing while I choose the one next to it.

Pumping my legs back and forth slightly makes a loud screeching noise to emit from the rusty hinges. I cringe from the sound and stop immediately.

"Why did you do it?"

"Kiss you?" I answer with a smirk.

"Yes and no."

"You were rambling, and I don't know, it was my first instinct."

"Really?" he asks suggestively.

"My plan B was to slap you," I reply.

"Offended."

"You should be."

"Why did you say you killed Amy?" he asks suddenly. His voice is solemn and quiet. I've always thought of that. Why did I admit to killing my best friend? I have always convinced myself that I did because it was an act of bravery, selflessness. But as I thought about it, I wasn't being selfless. Not in the slightest. If anything, in that moment, I was the most selfish person to exist.

"I said I did it, because it was too late. I was already covered in her... blood from leaning over her and crying. Which looks pretty sketchy to a police officer. I picked up the knife that the person had used to kill her, and it just so happened that the cops came in right as I held it in my hands. Just my luck, right? They were, attacking me with questions. I mean, some were. Most of them were yelling at me to get on the ground and put my hands up and such. I was angry and sad and confused."

I don't look at Jared. I just move my feet back and forth in the wet mulch. Remembering that night makes me nauseous. Seeing her, on her kitchen floor, not breathing. The thought his blood curdling.

"They brought me in for questioning. They asked why I did it. Their taunting voices made me feel guilty. I felt guilty for a crime I didn't even commit. I was crying, but then I just... stopped. I looked the guy straight in the eyes and said, 'I don't know'," I continue with a laugh at my last sentence. I don't even try to keep the tears at bay anymore. I let them flow freely down my cheeks.

"'I don't know' was my big response. So they left me at the station for more questioning. My parents arrived, furious I might add. They saw me and the rage on their faces was terrifying. They said they called your parents and they-"

"Were mad, too," Jared finished for me.

"Yeah."

I remember what happened vividly. Jared's parents were off at some dinner and Jared was at a friend's house. His parents were called, they called Jared and so forth. They arrived at the station, hysteric and pissed the hell off. I was sitting in the waiting room when they arrived. Jared's mom was yelling at me and crying. She even hit me a few times. I let her though. I didn't care. She was sad and I was willing to be her punching bag.

"Did you hate me? In that month that you thought I killed her, did you?"

"Not mad. Confused, shocked, in denial maybe, but I was never mad at you," he confirms.