Chapter 3 the delinquent

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(A/N) okay so this is something that i wrote with no context what so ever. I was gonna write a little bit of plot to it. But what you need to know before reading this is that Jack got in trouble (and it was almost the same situation for Ava, but she got out with just a warning) so she goes to help him. I'm too lazy at the moment to write anything else for this. I might go back and edit this and actually write something for it though.

I go looking for Jack. "Jack where are you?" I ask as I hear sobbing from somewhere in front of me. I go to the source of the sound and I find Jack crawled in a ball crying. I sit next to him and I hug him to my chest. "It's gonna be okay. This doesn't even matter." I try to console him. I feel so bad. I know how I felt when this almost happened to me. I don't want to know how it is for him now. " I'm so fucking stupid! Why did I do that?!" He says frustrated. I cradle him to my chest more trying to soothe him. "Hey. Look at me. Everything is going to be okay" I say taking his cheeks in my hands. "Ava , princess. I... I want to tell you something." He says looking into my eyes and for a second my breathing hitches. How can his eyes be so beautiful. Even if they're red from crying. His hair still stays in place. And while I'm admiring him I forgot to give him a response. "I-I... don't think I can say it right now. But. I can show it to you." I look at him confused slightly tittling my head and suddenly. I feel a pair of lips on mine. The kiss is not like the last one. This time. It's more passionate. It holds more emotion in a way and it felt so right at that moment. Him being there with me, not caring if someone saw us. It felt as if there was only us in this universe and as if his lips were rose petals. Soft and delicate but slightly chapped, the taste of cigarets with gum in my mouth. No wonder why his lips feel so addictive, to me they're worst then nicotine. The kiss lasting longer that I thought with neither of us pulling apart. When we pulled apart we just stared at each other. Nobody breaking the silence. Me still processing what happened.

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