Blood (Sequel to Scars) [JeromeASF]

Chapter 2 - Away

When I was in the car, I expected everything to go smoothly. Jerome and I's relationship, me telling Jerome about the Jordan affair thingy, and Maya returning as my best friend. Nope.

"I don't know, when will I, Char?" Maya said. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be such a smart ass, Maya. I came for us to be friends, not to fight anymore." I said. "I need to tell you something, and you can't keep acting like this or else I won't."

"Tell her what?" Jerome piped up, into the conversation. I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Mat likes Maya." I said in his ear, softly.

"Ooh, okay." He nodded.

"Please Maya, just forgive me."

"Going to take a lot more than sorry."

"Like what?"

"Tell Jerome, Char. About what happened that night." Oh shit, was she referring to Jordan and I's one night stand? Not right now I won't. I just want Maya back.

"Maya," I pleaded. "Don't make me do this. Not right now."

"Now or never, Char." She said. I started to cry. I put my face in my hands, and then looked at Jerome.

"How do you even know, Maya?"

"I was there. At his condo. In the bathroom." I started to cry even harder. I slept with my ex's best friend and my ex best friend heard it?

"I'm sorry Jerome." I started. "I slept with Jordan." I looked at him, and my breathing stopped. The sadness, the anger, and the fear all flashed through his eyes. "It was him, Jerome! He's the one who was feeling up on me! I just couldn't repel my actions. I'm sorry." I trailed, and kept quiet.

"You what?" Jerome asked, with the anger in his eyes more evident then anything else. "You slept with Jordan? Wow, okay. We've been together for what, 4 months and including our friendship, since we were kids? And you just go ahead and 'don't repel your actions' and have sex with Jordan?" He looked at me solemnly. "Get out. Get the fuck out of New Jersey. I don't want to speak to you again."

*

I cried, in the arms of my best friends. I packed my shit, and hauled it out of Jerome and.. Jerome's house. Maya, Ariel, and Natalie, just sat there with me, comforting me and helping me. I finally took the time to figure out where I wanted to go. Europe. Far away from this country. Across the Atlantic is where I wanted to be. I needed to go. I bid my friends a goodbye. I went to the salon, dyed my hair brunette, and went to the beauty store to grab some contacts. I took the last of my crap from Jerome's, and set off for the airport. Goodbye sweet Jersey, hello beautiful France.

*

(Jerome's POV) ^POV CHANGE??^

I left her. My friendship, and my relationship was over with her. I shook my head and called up Mitch on skype. I had been crying for a few minutes, but decided to suck it up for a girl who probably forgot about me in the last few hours.

"Biggums?" Mitch asked. "The jag master admiral and Rob are here.

"Hi." I spoke, my voice hoarse and weak.

"Biggums, are you okay?" Mitch asked. I nodded. "Jerome, please tell me what's wrong."

I let out another sob. "She's gone, Mitch.."

"Charlotte? She's gone?" He asked, clearly confused and maybe stunned.

"Gone." I trailed. "She said I could keep her number and that she wouldn't change it just in case I change my mind. She left, to France, Mitch! To France!" I sobbed even harder, the tears flowing out of my eyes. Mucus slid out of my nose, and I got up to look for some tissues. I walked past Charlotte's room, and walked in. She took everything, except for the bed and the desk where her desktops usually sat. Her old comforter was still there. I walked quickly to her bed, fell down, and smelled the sheets. Her signature scent, vanilla and chocolate. I cried into the comforter, staining it with my tears, and just laid there. She slept with Jordan, you have every right to be mad at her, I thought, but why am I crying so hard over her? She probably hates me. I'm going to live my life without her now. I got up and looked around the room. The vent near the floor was unscrewed, so I took the grate off and peered in it. A paper was folded in an envelope.

'Jerome,

     In the event that we break up (or something way worse) happens, I want you to know that no matter what, I still love you. Even if I don't show it or say it, I'll love you no matter what. By the time you read this, either I'll be gone or dead. Hopefully not dead, I want to see you. I want to be held in your arms again. I want to feel your lips on mine. I want you. I'll miss you, I'll cry over you, and I sure as hell won't get over you. I'll stay single when I'm gone, because I love you too much to have somebody else in my life. If you get too worried about me, come find me. I'll be waiting for you, Jerome. Don't forget about me just yet babe, I'll be there in spirit. I'll wait for you if you wait for me.. I love you Jerome, and I hope you love me too.

                  - Charlotte Marie'

  And I sobbed harder.