Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter four: Broken Heart.

Cynthia's POV
As soon as she stepped inside, the rain started to fall. Ironic.
The final bell rang. I gathered my books and threw them into my backpack, the sound of mumbles and chairs siding along the floor swam through my ears. I walked sluggishly out of the classroom and trailed behind the crowd of people to my locker. I unlocked my locker and began emptying my books out. I shut my locker and walked towards the doors, throwing them open carelessly. I stopped in my tracks when I saw his truck, he was leant up against it arms folded changing his gaze almost constantly. I had completely forgotten about Jason agreeing to fix my car after school. Shit.

A smile appeared on both of our faces as soon as we made eye contact."Forgotten about me already?", he joked. I giggled and quickly blurted out, "I am so sorry, I got held up I had Mr-". He gave me a sweet smile and a small chuckle before saying "Forget about it, come on I'll give you a ride". He opened up the passenger door for me and as I was about to step in I made brief eye contact with him, I stared intriguingly at his beautiful hazel eyes; I averted my gaze down to his lips. I soon forgot about what I was doing and stepped into the vehicle.

Another 10 minutes of bliss. Sharing laughs, exchanging more conversation than this morning and finding out we actually have common interests. We pulled in to my cobbled driveway before stepping out and motioning him to follow me to my car. "So this is it.", I sighed opening up the hood of the car. He grabbed a hold of the front of my car and started looking for the problem. "Got it!," he exclaimed. "Really?, what's the problem then Mr McCann?", I chuckled as his head came out of the abyss of the inside of my car. "Well ma'am," we both chuckled before he continued, "it looks like the engine overheated, I can get my stuff and fix it up within like 20 minutes".

He ran down the drive, soon reappearing with a tool box. He got to to work as I went inside to fetch a glass of water for the both of us. I came outside and handed him the water, he thanked me before placing his glass down next to his kit. "So Mr mechanic, who taught you how to do this stuff?", I asked. "What mechanics?," he smiled before continuing, "My dad has been a mechanic for the majority of his life, his old man taught him at 13 so he took it upon himself to carry on the tradition and taught me when I was roughly the same age. We're working together to teach my little brother now; he says even if being a mechanic is not mine or my brothers life ambition, we have something to fall back on if all else fails", he smiled leaning up from the hood of the car. "So is being a mechanic your life goal or do you have something else in mind?", I quizzed and continued to smile. "Well it's a good career and all but I'm not really in love with it, I don't really know what I want to do when I leave high school. What about you?", he asked smiling before leaning back in to the hood of the car. "Well, my mom wants me to carry on her 'legacy' as she calls it and become a lawyer. So after high school she wants me to go to a law school in somewhere like Boston. I don't want to go though; you see Jason me and you are alike, I have no fucking idea what I want to do with my life.", we shared a laugh and carried on talking about different topics and asking questions, basically getting to know each other more.

"Well, the engine should be up and running now.", he said shutting the hood and wiping his hands on an old rag from his tool kit. "Thank you, not just for the car but for everything", I said meaningfully. "What do you mean everything?", averting his gaze to mine. "For the ride to school and for talking to me. I can't even remember the last time I actually paid full attention to a conversation", I laughed even though the pain burned in the back of my mind. "It's cool I mean if you want another ride to school then you've got one", he expressed a genuine smile on his face. "Also Jason,"
"Yeah?", he replied. "I'm sorry but it's really bugging me, you've got a line of petrol on your cheek", we both laughed whilst I leant in to wipe it off with the rag. He placed his hand on the rag sliding it out of my grasp and with no hesitation cupped my face and crashed his lips onto mine, engaging me in a passionate kiss. I was startled at first before contributing to the kiss placing my hands on his chest.

No POV
He watched from the upstairs window. He saw how the two teenagers shared laughs and smiles. He saw how they kissed. Anger burned from the pit of his stomach, jealousy whirring up clouding his thoughts and vision. The girl removed her hands from his chest before taking a moment to breathe, she then looked the boy dead in the eye before saying, "I'm sorry Jason, I should probably head inside.", a sorrowful expression painted over her face before young Cindy entered through the front door to her house.

Jason's POV
As soon as she stepped inside the rain started to pour. Ironic, I thought to myself before placing both of my hands over my face begging for the ground to just swallow me up. Why the fuck did I do that? How could I be such a dick?. The ground may not have swallowed me up but these questions definitely did. I grabbed my kit from off of the cold cobble and shifted myself to my truck. "Fuck,fuck,fuck...", I repeatedly mumbled to myself throwing my stuff in the back of my vehicle. I got into the drivers seat and exhaled one huge breath before starting the engine and driving to my house that stood directly opposite her's on the other side of the lake.

Cynthia's POV
I stepped out of the shower and slipped straight into my pyjamas. I brushed my hair, shivering every time a speck of water dropped off and found itself somewhere on my body. I walked over to my standing mirror and just evaluated my body. The small scars on my ankles, the painful bruises on my stomach. I glided my hand gently over my marks wondering how I ever found myself in this position. How I allowed myself to be manipulated, toyed and played. How I began questioning how many months I'd have left till my tormentor gave in and eventually left me to drown in the gallows of my own tears, helpless. I wanted him, through all of the pain he caused me - physically and mentally - I needed him even though I fucking despised him at the same time. He had her though, someone who he really loved. It was clear she didn't want him, not like I did anyway. It's like something out of Peter Pan. Tinkerbell was always there for Peter; but Peter? He chose Wendy.

I lay in bed that night completely restless. Tossing and turning, just thinking about what Jason did. I couldn't help but think about if I wasn't so scared on the night we first met, would I be happier, would I be in the situation I'm in now, would I have ever fallen in love with a monster.