Chapter 5

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JESSIES POV

I lethargically layed in my bed, eyes bloodshot red from crying. I thought he was straight. I thought he actually liked me. I should've known better than to let my guard down so easily. And even if he was striaght, why would he like me? A girl he just met and, and...UGH! Why? As I lay in thought,tears starting to dry, a muffled voice became present outside my door. And then, silence. As I began to sit up a quiet knock broke the near silence of the room.

"Come in." I croaked, my voice weak. I looked up to see Cole standing in the doorway,eyes wide. Even in pure shock, he was astonishing. His blue eyes sparkled like the ocean, full of life and acutely aware. His straight golden blonde hair was combed to the side, blanketing his head. Although he wasn't tan, his skin was darker than mine. His body was strong, a contrast to the way he spoke, polite and soft. He had sharp features and a strong jaw, letting off a sense of security. He stood in front of me, hands in his pockets when he noticed I was not in any real danger. His gait was relaxed as he strolled towards me.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, sniffing. Don't you dare let your gaurd down again. I threatened myself internally.

"No. You're not. And I can see that. Please, tell me what's wrong. I know you may not trust me yet. But tell me as much as you like. Please." His eyes begged and his voice pleaded. I wanted to trust him, but I don't want to make a mistake, again.

"I just, someone. Ugh. Let's just say someone kept something from me, and it let me down." I rushed my words because I didn't want to hear them and be reminded of the recent memories I was trying so hard to forget.

"Jessie, I'm. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better?" His sympathetic voice asked.

"No. I don't think so at least. But thank you, for coming to check on me."

"No problem," suddenly, his eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across his charming face,

"I know how to make you feel better!"

"Really? How?!" I said in a mocking tone.

"You have to stand up, c'mon!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"Ugghhh! I don't wanna!" I groaned, wanting to stay in bed and wallow in my tears.

"Alright. Now stand with your feet together and your arms out to the sides." He instructed and I accordingly followed.

"Now, I have to check if you have any hard objects on you."

"Why?" I asked as his rough yet careful hands were running over my body.

"Because if you have anything hard in your pockets, this won't help as much." What does he mean? I spun around to face him while his hands were on my hips.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I say, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Oh you'll see in about 3 seconds." He smirked at me.

"Wait wha-" I was cut off by his hands running up and down my body, tickling me. His deep voice filled the room with laughter, as did mine. We were rolling around on the floor, him tackling me and pinning me down, tickling me more.

"STOP! COLE!!" I screeched, struggling to get him off me.

"Do you feel any better yet?" He asked in between fits of laughter.

"YES!" I screamed with all the breath I could. He jumped off of me and dashed under my covers like a 5 year old.

"You jerk! C'mon that was toatally unfair!" I amiably said while giggling.

"But it got you happy, didn't it?" He has a point. I gave him a pissed off look amd then, the unthinkable happened. He pulled me in, his hands on my waist, and kisssed me. I was shocked at first and then, I kissed back. His lips were soft yet sure and he was so passionate. He was the best first kiss I could've hoped for. Better than I even imagined....

I pulled back from his face, my eyes spilling with tears and Santi's face coming to mind.

"I. I. I'm s-sorry! I can't. I just..." And with that, I ran out of my room. Leaving him there, eyes wide with the look of a 5 year old who just got in trouble. And again, I cried. But this time, I was the one who caused the pain. The guilt followed me and the image of him burned into my mind. I couldn't help but lose control. And this time, I wanted to be alone. I never want to be involved with another heartbreak again.

But can I avoid it?

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