The Bad Ones

Tommy

Three blind mice

Every muscle on my body hurt. It was like I had finally known what it felt like to be broken in the next way a person can be. It was like I was empty but not empty in a way I felt nothing or felt hallow. I was empty in a way I have finally figured out the missing piece. I didn't have anything to solve anymore. I had felt so alone and so lost in all of this. Some how she has saved my sorrow in a way I couldn't figure out. Maybe it was when she told me She loved me or the way she made me feel like an actual human and less like scum. To be treated differently almost felt relieving even if it was just her. I liked her. Having her feel something towards me was enough to make me feel okay. It was Jamie.

Jamie fucking Jacobs.

I could not believe she loved me. Someone as beautiful, smart, and as popular as her. I could not see that being true. I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and say "You've just been punk'd."

"Tommy?" Her voice was soft and angelic. It made my stomach twist into a million a different knots. I looked down at and she had a smile on her perfect lips. I examined how perfect her small head fit into my lap like charm. Her blonde hair was soaked from the rain outside and completely wild laying in a million different directions. Her shiny pink lip gloss was smeared all around her lips. Mascara stained her cheeks from the amount of crying she had proceeded to do when she had walked through the doors of my room. She hadn't told me what it was about yet but I didn't push her.

"Yes, beautiful?" I ask smoothing out her hair gently with my hand.

"I like touching you." She whispers looking up into my eyes. Her green eyes were hypnotizing. I could stare into them for hours and get completely lost.

"I like touching you." I whisper back.

"Then touch me." She says sitting up a little.

"I was." I reply confused.

"No. I want you to touch me." She emphasizes on the word touch making me realize what she met.

"Not right now, Jamie." I tell her shaking my head.

She was hysterically crying. I could not do that to her even she was asking me to. That will feel wrong and it I don't want our first time to be wrong. I want it to feel completely right.

"When you said you didn't love me, I didn't know that would in tell you not wanting to touch me." Anger pierced her soft angelic voice.

"That's not it at all and you know damn well its not. I just don't want to have sex with your right now because you were just hysterically crying minutes ago which I still have no idea why. You are clearly upset right now. I'm not going to have sex with you right now."

She looked over at me and her eyes were filled with admiration. It surprised me.

"You are so different." She reaches and runs her hands through my hair.

"I just don't want to hurt you." I whisper gently grabbing a hold of her forearms.

She slowly moves her hands down towards my cheeks, caressing them softly. "I couldn't imagine you being the one to hurt me but I can see myself hurting you. That scares because I have been waiting to talk to you in person for eight months. A whole eight months. I had tried so hard to find something or someone else. But I see you."

Her thumb begins softly tracing my lips.

"You are so beautiful. Almost like a perfectly sculpted masterpiece. I know I could have talked to you all those months but I was scared. Scared that you wouldn't like the person I turned out to be. I tried to forget you. I even moved on and convinced myself I was in love with someone else," My stomach dropped when she said those words. "But they weren't you. I knew I was bullshitting myself."

"I felt like a freak." I confess putting my head down shamefully. "I started to like a girl I have never meant. I started to fall for a girl behind a computer screen. That made me feel like I wasn't capable of making someone real like me."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you feel like that. You weren't the freak. I was. I knew and you didn't. That makes me the freak." She says through the tears that were suddenly falling down her face.

"Don't cry." I demand wiping away her tears.

"I can't help it." She replies with a smile.

"I can see that." I return her smile.

"I don't want want us to be together right now." She says frowning.

That confused me. She didn't want us to be together? After everything that has happened between us? I didn't understand. I couldn't understand.

"I want to be with you. I do. I just need some time. I want us to hang out still and do what we have been doing. I just don't want to label it. Not yet."

"Is this because of that other guy? The guy you said you convinced yourself you were in love with?" Anyone could hear the obvious jealousy in my voice as I spoke.

"Yes but its not what you think. I just need a clear head before going into this. That's all." She replies quickly.

"So who was he?" I ask curiously hoping she would tell me.

"No one you would know."

I could see in her eyes she was lying. There was no truth there. She clearly was hiding something but I was not going to bother asking for the simple fact I couldn't piss her off when I needed her.

"Okay." I respond before leaning down and kissing her lips.

Authors note;
Sorry some chapter don't have songs, I got lazy.

1965 - Zella Day

Goals
65 comments
75 votes
900 reads