Cross My Heart

I Make No Promises

This chapter is dedicated to @Devita33, because you're awesome beyond words. Whether it's being my own personal cheerleader cheering me on or offering me advice past midnight when I'm having serious writer's block. Your comments always make me laugh and truly make my day. 

P.S. I'm 100% sure you're my long lost twin haha I mean all the telepathy is uncanny :)

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JEREMY

It had been about a month and I had avoided Beckett like the plague. Whenever I saw her walking down the hall way, I would turn and walk in the opposite direction. Whenever I heard anyone talk about her, I would plug my ears. Even in class, when working in groups, I would turn my desk so my back was turned to her. 

I know. I was acting very mature. I felt like a kid who got scared and ran whenever things got too tough. Even if I wanted help, I didn't have anyone to turn to. The only two people I actually gave a damn about had turned their backs on me when I least expected it, leaving me broken and bruised. 

Looking up at the mirror in the boy's bathroom, I straightened my spine from my previously hunched over position and rolled my shoulders back.  

I had screwed up. Big time. And I had wasted enough time running. It was about time I owned up to my mistakes. 

Okay. Let's do this. 

Clearing my throat, I said, "Beckett...about that night. I was out of line. My bad."

My bad?  That the best you got?

I shook my head.

"The car incident. It was kinda my fault?"

Kinda?  You practically wrecked the car. It was completely your fault!

I took in another breath, shaking the nervousness out my fingers. Come on, Jeremy, you can do this. Say it like a man. What is she going to do, castrate you?

My mind suddenly flashed to that disturbing image and I shuddered, throwing a protective hand over my little soldier. Nah. She wouldn't do that. Right? 

Snap out it, Jeremy!

I looked at myself in the mirror, dead in the eye, and said, "Beckett. Things went down. Shots were fired. You know how it is? Boys will be boys."

I face-palmed myself. 

Shots were fired? What is this, a Western film? 

Boys will be boys? I should just shoot myself in the head. 

"Dude...you okay?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin and practically tripped over my own two feet from whipping around so quickly. My eyes went wide as I registered a few guys staring at me like I was some lunatic. I awkwardly coughed and dusted an imaginary piece of lint off my shoulder before regaining my composure. 

I nodded in their direction and said, "Yeah, man. All cool." 

I picked my backpack off of the bathroom floor and made my way to the door. Before leaving, I stopped and turned, my eyes dropping down. 

"Dude, nice junk," I said, looking at the guy nearest to me, a wicked smile making its way to my lips. The guy's eyes went wide and he raced to zip his pants up, his cheeks going red from embarrassment. As I exited the door, I heard his friends snicker at him.