Misunderstood ✔️

Chapter 4

[ Misunderstood: Ch. 4 ]

Jack freaking Avery had followed me here. "Shouldn't you be at school?" I asked angrily.

"I should say the same to you hun." He replied, completely unfazed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why have you been following me all day?" I asked more specifically.

"You seem like an interesting person, Abbott." He replied. He got closer, and was now smiling down at me. I froze. Those eyes.. that smile... that dang smile... I couldn't move.

His hand moved to my cheek, and he brushed it softly. I stared up at him. He put his hand on my hip and slowly moved it up my shirt to my bare side.

I was stuck. No matter how many times my brain told me to move, my body wouldn't. The bad boy had me, no matter how much I hated it. He leaned down and I closed my eyes. Our lips met and I slowly put my hands around his neck.

His lips were soft, reminding me of the sand I'd seen on the beach below.

I could feel his smile as we kissed. He pulled away slowly, his smile still lingering. I couldn't help but lose myself in his deep brown eyes now. I stood stationary. "Do you hate me now?" He whispered into my ear.

All I could do was lightly shake my head 'no'. "Good." He leaned in and kissed me again. This time I kissed back.

We were sitting with our legs dangling off the edge of the tall cliff, holding hands and laughing. I was having fun.. with freaking Jack Avery.

I learned a little about him... he was born on July first... he loves Gushers and Cheese It's which I thought was hilariously adorable. Originally from Susquehanna, PA, he moved to this small town in California a few years ago. He didn't really have anyone.. just like me.. except his little sister Isla. "Abbott, if you tell anyone about this, I will hurt you." He said.

I just laughed. "Enough about me. I wanna know about you.." I fell silent.

I've never opened up about my personal life. Not to anyone. And now? I was considering telling this guy I just met today?

"H-hey.. you don't have to tell me.. I just-"

I cut him off. I might as well tell him now.

"Ever since I was born.. my parents never really cared.. as soon as I was old enough to speak, they started to ignore me and move on with their lives. They never got me things any normal child would get..

I never got attention and as the years went by, I started to get desperate. I started to work harder. I strived to make myself better so they would pay the least bit of attention to me... so they would love me like normal parents." My voice wavered.

Jack pulled me closer, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"I made better grades, I got into small side jobs, something appropriate for kids so I could make a little money myself. I even went as far as to take care of the house we lived in. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and you know what that got me? Less attention than I'd gotten before.

I was only a kid. I didn't understand why they didn't love me. I guess bettering myself told them I didn't need them anymore, so I stopped trying altogether."

Jack listened intently.

"I slowly started to fail classes and the house fell into horrible shape, but I finally got what I had wanted my entire childhood. Attention from the people I'd wanted it from most. It wasn't good, but it was something.

I started getting reprimanded for my grades, behavior, and simply for my lack of caring. Even though I'd get into horrible trouble with my parents, I was happy that they were finally there." I looked over at him with watery eyes and saw him looking at me.

Through the blurriness, I began to smile.

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