Gym Class Love [Book 1]

100 Sleepless Nights

Mr. Young's P.O.V

It was 2:30 a.m. on a Saturday when I realized I was a mess. It had been a little over a month since the day I had fucked up and kissed Chris. Thankfully, we had been getting some crazy winter weather as of late and that meant one thing: no school. Unfortunately, just because we were out of our classrooms and not in meetings doesn't mean I wasn't haunted by that damn kiss. "I shouldn't be up at this hour." I muttered into the cold of my empty apartment. What's the use of staying in bed if I'm just going to lay in my pity? I got up and walked into my tiny kitchen, rubbing a hand across the stubble that had begun to accumulate on my face in the week that we had been off. The refrigerator hummed quietly as I opened it. I laughed when I realized it only contained a half drank bottle of water, cheese, and ketchup. Quickly I glanced at the clock and saw it had agonizingly only been a few minutes since I had risen and came into the kitchen. 2:40 a.m. Deciding I couldn't wait I threw on a jacket over my grey sweatpants and t-shirt and grabbed my car keys. I didn't have a great car, in fact my students teased me about it all the time. I happened to like my little tan four door sedan though. I hurried to my car and quickly pulled out of my parking space. I usually don't drive in the snow, especially when its blinding like this. "Slow down Jess, you're just flustered and tired." I whispered to myself as I plowed through the quiet city streets. "Great I'm going crazy." I laughed bitterly to myself as I closed the distance on my local Wal-Mart. I don't want to sound anymore crazy, but I actually chose my apartment because it was close to Wal-Mart. I drove around the parking lot for a good 15 minutes and finally found a space. I hurried inside to find almost no one there because of the early hour and suddenly I felt like an even bigger ass than I already was. The only people that go to Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning are weirdos and high schoolers. An old lady was beginning to eye me, so I had no choice but to try and remember what it is I wanted to buy in the first place. I spent as much time as I possibly could in that store, but an hour later I left with several bags of useless groceries. 4:05 a.m. My apartment is nothing special, it has the standard amount of rooms and nothing extra. I'm saying this because as I put my groceries away I couldn't help but think of how Chris has his apartment or what it looks like. The truth is anything and everything I do goes back to that kiss. I haven't been sleeping or eating very well since that day. I can't help but think Dobson is going to find out and that I'm going to ruin Chris's relationship. He loves Dobson and I'm an idiot for kissing him. I'm afraid to even say I love Chris, even here alone in my apartment at 4 a.m., because I don't want him to ever get his heart broken. He's the kind of guy that doesn't deserve to be hurt or heartbroken, he's the one that breaks the hearts...or at least mine. Damn. 4:30 a.m. I glanced at the clock again, readjusting my position on the floor. This was the beginning of my one hundred sleepless nights.

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AN: Well another chapter down.

The next one will be back to Mr.Way.