Gym Class Love [Book 1]

Those Tears In Your Eyes, Are The Products Of Lies

Mr. Young's P.O.V

*TRIGGER WARNING*

*3 month time skip to when Jesse gets out of the hospital and he's pretty much done with physical therapy and all healed up*

It had been a few months since I had woken up on the day I was slated to die. I guess Emma was looking out for me as a sort of guardian angel figure, because the doctors told me there was no way I should have ever woken up after being under that long. I think even more surprising than finally waking up, is the fact that when I did wake up, Chris was there. He wasn't even there for just a visit, he was sobbing at my bedside yelling at me to wake up. The first couple of days all I did was sleep, which may seem strange, but I was assured it was the bodies way of building its strength up. Then the next couple of weeks and months afterward I went through physical therapy to walk again, because after being in a coma for 6 months apparently you can forget how to walk. However, despite this Chris was by my side. I didn't think I'd still love him as strongly now that I'd been through so much but that wasn't the case. I did have my doubts though. What if he was only here because he felt he owed me something since he was was the reason I wasn't sleeping, therefore causing the accident? Did he only want to nurture me back to health then leave to make himself feel better? I shook these thoughts from my head and tried to focus on making dinner for Chris and I. He had moved in with me about a week ago. It was getting harder for me to push the negative thoughts aside, and I didn't want to tell Chris for fear of what he'd say. "What are you making?" the beautiful voice that I had come to know as that of Christopher Way said. He had walked up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist. I shivered at the sound of his voice. I was about to answer him when the smoke alarms suddenly sounded in my small apartment. "Shit! I burned the lasagna!" I exclaimed while putting on oven mitts and pulling it out of the oven. Chris was coughing and waving his hands at the smoke. "It's ok Jesse, lets just get pizza and watch a movie." he said pulling me into his arms, sensing I was about to cry. He rubbed my back in gentle circles while I sniffled and lead me to the couch to wait for the pizza. "I really wanted to surprise you with dinner tonight, since you're always working and-" I was getting worked up again so he placed a light kiss on my lips. "It's ok, I don't blame you for not being able to work the doctors said to take a year off and to not drive because of your accident. Besides, having you here is enough." he finished while staring into my eyes. Chris leaned in for another kiss, and just as our lips were about to touch there was a knock at the door. Sighing, Chris got up to answer and pay for the pizza. However, he was in a mood and when he gets in a mood there's not much eating.

---------the next morning----------------

I awoke to an empty bed and the dark feelings that had been plaguing me the previous night. I managed to make it through most of the morning, but there was the nagging thought in my head that Chris didn't really want to be with me. Around noon, I was in tears because I couldn't stop imagining Chris coming home and yelling at me, or breaking up with me, or just never coming back at all. I had to do something. I went to the bathroom and grabbed my disposable razor pulling a blade out of it. I had never done this before and didn't know what to expect. I sat there on the floor with shaking hands, holding a razor blade in my fingers. What was I doing?! I suddenly freaked out and threw it across the bathroom. I slowly got up and ran to find my phone. I needed to talk to him. He'd know what to do. He always did. He could fix me. I tore my bedroom apart before i finally found the place where my phone had ended up last night. I hoped he wasn't busy, because I needed him. I scrolled to his number and hit dial.

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AN- My AN will no longer include P.O.V details. Please don't hate me. >.<