Done. Just Done. (Dem_White_Boys FanFic)

2 weeks Later, Graduation

____________TWO WEEKS LATER,   AFTER GRADUATION__________

Kale's P.O.V.

As my dad drives home, I laugh at the idiotic smile plastered on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, hunny" he beams.

"Thanks dad. I just cant beleive I GRADUATED!!!!!!" I squeal, holding my diploma close to my chest.

I gaze out the window thinking of what mum would do if she could see me today, as we pass a car that is very similar to John's mum's car. I shake the thought of him out of my head.

Kale. This is your night. Stop bringing EVERYTHING back to him! A flipping car shouldn't have got you on edge. That boy doesn't care!!!! If he did, wouldn't you think he would have texted you by now? Or made SOME form of communication possible?

I look at my feet, unsure of why John still  takes up about 99.9% of my thoughts. But there's always that part of me that kinda hates him. Hates him for not ever trying to get a hold of me. Hates him for not stopping me from leaving. Hates him for closing the door on me.

As my dad pulls into the driveway, I take off the black graduation cap off my head. "Imma go to bed early today" I say, opening the door.

"Anything bugging you, sweetheart?" my dad says, stepping out, looking at me with eyes full of concern

"No, just really tired, mate!" I say, forcing a smile,

"Well, what about dinner?" he asks. I shake my head, forcing a laugh.

"Well, love you, goodnight!" he calls as I rush up to our front door.

"NIGHT!!" I squeal and run upstairs to my room.

I quickly undress and dress into sweatshorts and a sports bra, before grabbing a water bottle and sneaking downstairs, to the attic we turned into a gym.

I run on a treadmill, shoving my earbuds in my ears and going to itunes on my iPhone. After about three hours of running my heart out, I walk upstairs to see dad, passed out at the desk office. I peck his forehead and quietly go to my room, collapsing on the bed.

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John's P.O.V.

I gaze at my phone, hoping the GPS is correct. I sigh and step out of my mom's car.

I climb up the side of the house and carefully, just carefully, check all the windows on the second floor. I make my way to the last one, and sigh.

She's not gonna be here.

I look into it and before my eyes, there she is. I carefully slip my fingers under the windowsill and pull, silently opening the window, closing it quietly behind me.

I look down at my feet and pick up a black robe, underneath it a graduation cap with a silver tassel on it. I smile,  tears starting to form in my eyes but I blink them away. She lays there, in her bed, in her running uniform. I drop the robe and make my way over to her. I gasp at the sight before me. Yes, she is Kale, but her wrists are cut, and bruised, and scarred. I kneel next to the bed, tears in my eyes.

The only reason I shut the door on her that one day, is because I know she couldn't stand to see me cry. Plus, it hurt me to see her hurt. It surprised me so much, I was speechless. I remember not wanting to eat of sleep for a month.

I grab her hand and intertwine her fingers in mine.

She jumps up and off the bed, fully alert.

"Hey, hey. Kale-" I start.

"Who are you?" she reaches over and flicks on the light.

"Well-" I start, to explain what happened the day she left, but I'm cut off, as she pulls me into a hug.

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Kale's P.O.V.

I pull back, narrowing my eyes, "Why are you here?"

He crosses his eyebrows, hurt showing in his green puppydog eyes, "You're birthday is in two days righ-" he starts.

"Yeah." I say.

"You won't be a minor anymore!"he says.

"And?" I ask.

"I wanted to bring you back to Alabama with me!" he says.

"WHAT?" I say.

"Bad idea?" he says.

My anger boils up inside of me, pulsing through my veins,  "No. The bad idea was not trying to contact me. The bad idea was leaving me on your doorstep while I cried. The bad idea was making me feel like you don't care, like you didn't car-" I'm cut off by him, putting his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into one of his signature passionate kisses.

I tense for a second,  then relax, letting him push me against a wall, kissing me harder and harder. I pull back, and duck away feom him and the wall, gasping for breath.

"John-" I start.

"No, you let ME talk" he says, cutting me off, "The only reason I shut the door on you that day, is because I knew you wouldnt be able to stand to see me cry. You dont know how much it hurt me to see you hurting. It surprised me so much, I was speechless. I COULDNT EAT OR SLEEP FOR WEEKS!! I was so caught up in loving you when I was with you, I didn't slow down and realize I might lose you."

Tears start to form in my eyes.

"But I came because you know that saying, 'If you love her, you gotta let her go'" he asks.

I nod, slipping on a sweatshirt. He fixes his eyes on me.

"Well I did. I let you go. And now it's my time to get you back. Kale. I haven't been with anyone ever since you left. I still love you"

I turn away from him, speechless, as the tears stream down my face.

He pulls me feom behind into a backwards hug, his hands gripping my waist and him resting his chin on my head, until he spins me around and hugs me, whike I bury my head into his chest.

"Please come with me Kale. Please"

Please.