Bad Boy turns into a Good Boy

WTH is Going On

Jackson's POV

I left Alicia alone in the rooftop. I needed to leave because I don't think I can stay for another minute.

I quickly headed to the exit door and headed to the parking lot. After what happened, I don't think I can pretend like nothing happened and just attend classes like I always do, so guess what? I'm going home and skipping the rest of the classes.

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I throw myself to my bed and close my eyes.

Do you know that feeling when you just want to be alone? That feeling when you don't want to do anything and just lay in your bed and close your eyes for a while, thinking about how suck your life is, thinking about how sad your life is, and you try to be happy but you just can't. That's me right now, right at this moment.

I want to forget about everything, but I don't think I can forget about what I did in the past, about what I did to Jess.

"You're not a murderer, you know? I just want to help you. It might seem hard for you to not think that I'm pitying you, because I swear I'm not. I love Mark as much as you do, and I know that you want to tell him the truth, but you're just too scared of what's going to happen if he finds out. So, that's why I'm here to help you. Just...let me help you." Alicia's voice comes to my head.

I sigh, still closing my eyes.

Should I let her help me? I don't even know how is she going to help me.

"I won't give up on you, cause I know that you need someone to help you."

Is she really not going to give up? Do I even worth her time?

I keep thinking about should I or should I not trust her. Should I or should I not let her help me.

And without me knowing, I fell asleep, thinking about what will happen if I let Alicia helps me.

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Alicia's POV

"There you are." I smile when I heard a familiar voice coming from behind.

I close my locker and turn my head. I found Mark walking to my direction.

"Hey." I greet him.

"Hello beautiful." He greets me back.

He takes my hand and intertwine it with his hand. We headed to the exit door, ready to go home.

"How's your last class?" I ask Mark while we're heading to the parking lot.

"Boring as always." I know that he'll give me an answer like that. I don't even know why did I ask him that question, I guess I wanted to start a conversation but I don't know what to say, so I decided to just give him the lamest question ever.

"Do you have plan tonight?" Mark asks me when we're already at his car.

"Nope, why?"

"I was thinking to have a dinner with you. At the restaurant." he says so easily.

"Not possible. It's school night." I say, remembering that I still have school tomorrow and even though, I have no homework, I'm just too lazy to go out considering I have school in the morning.