The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Chapter Sixteen: Everyone Leaves

So, I am back from my vacation and I am here to bring you another chapter!
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Melissa's P.O.V:

Unfortunately I'm back in hospital. Yes, hospital. My mom is lecturing me about my rebellious behaviour and although she's glad I'm okay, she's still mad at me for running off. I've had three meltdowns already because I hate hospitals. Ah. I completely forgot. I've never visited dad's or Charlie's grave. I felt really bad you know? All this time, I actually never visited them. I couldn't muster up the courage to visit them. I felt as if I was a failure, a disgrace. I'm pretty sure I have bipolar depression because I always switch from a euphoric mood to a depressing mood and then back to a euphoric mood.

"Hey! Honey? Are you listening?" My mom asked. I mentally shook my head to clear my depressing thoughts and nodded.

"Yes mom. I'm sorry..." I said. I couldn't help but replay last night's events. A strange, yet familiar feeling filled my body as I remembered what had happened during the little bonding session I had with Jordan.

Flashback

I was crying into Jordan's chest. I could hear his erratic heartbeat as my tears soaked his shirt. His arms were wrapped around me and I couldn't help but feel safe. I felt horrible. Jordan still accepted me and I was beyond happy but I felt horrible that I had killed a man. Of course, it was an accident but I couldn't help but feel absolutely terrible. Jordan patted my head. His hand trailed from my head to my jaw and he lifted my chin up.

He was awfully silent. And I stared into his eyes, searching for any emotion. He stared at me with a soft expression. I could feel myself melting into his arms. My eyes fleeted from his eyes to his lips and I gulped. He started to lean in and I felt myself being drawn towards him. Our faces were inches apart and I felt my cheeks heat up. I tried to say his name, but my voice disobeyed me. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around Jordan's body.

Slowly, our faces inched closer and I could feel another pair of lips on my own. My eyes were wide open, staring into Jordan's bright blue eyes. Of course, it wasn't the best kiss I've ever received, but it made my body tingle in a way I never thought it would. I could feel a bit of nostalgia as Jordan's lips brushed against mine. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't absolutely mind blowing. It was soft, and delicate. There was so much emotion running through my body, I got scared. I broke the kiss and looked at Jordan's face for any looks of disgust or horror. All I saw was hurt, regret and confusion.

We were still in each other's arms, baffled by what had just happened. I gulped audibly and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he had a tight hold of me. It seemed so romantic. We were holding each other and gazing into each other's eyes under the night sky.

"Melissa? Jordan?" A voice interrupted our intense gazing session and we jumped apart as if we were poison to each other. The familiar wave of pain entered my heart. Was I not pretty enough? Was I too broken? I couldn't help the deprecating thoughts that entered my head.

"I...uh need to go." I whispered before scurrying off like a coward.

Flashback Ends

I sighed. Everything seemed so perfect, until our lips disconnected and we refused to speak. I was still flustered over the kiss. I didn't understand why he did that. I was beginning to remember most of my childhood. I remember Marcus. He was quite a charmer as a little kid. I remember Jordan's dad. I still didn't know what happened to him. Ever since dad died, Katherine and my mom kind of drifted apart. Then, recently Jordan's family moved to our town. Jordan practically knows my life story and I only know a little bit of his. I still haven't forgotten the picture of the curvy female in Jordan's snapchat. A twang of pain invaded my chest.