Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 22- <3 I love #Jali :)

He tries to staunch the bleeding that is gradually beginning. I may not be very athletic, but I can throw a punch. I feel regret for hurting him, but at the same time, he's being a total ass. "Yeah, you did." I say tensely. He glances up at me, just wanting to be done with this. "Look, I don't care how mad you are at me, I'm not letting you run around in LA at night alone." He says, sincerely worried. It calms me a bit. However, I'm tempted to just be extremely stubborn. Make him work for it. "What's stopping me?" I say, crossing my arms. He sighs "I am. And I know they will too." He says, looking back at the other guys. I look down briefly. I'd rather not fight all of them at once. At least I can do this with pride. "Fine." Is all I say. I walk back to the car, hands on my hips. I'm still mad at him. But more than anything, I'm crushed. I'm defeated. I am a failure. And I know that. My last source of encouragement was just ripped away from me, and it hurts.

The eyes of Mitch and the others follow me, jaws dropped in what could be awe. Maybe concern. Maybe fear for my mental stability. I don't really care. I get into Jordan's car without another glance. Percy just sits in the back seat, silent. I feel bad that he had to see all of that. But, I'm a horrible parent anyways, right?

We drive in a complete silence. My arms are crossed, and I'm currently refusing to look at Jordan. "Alright, I know you aren't going to talk to me." He says, and I don't respond, acknowledging that he is right. He continues "I was way, way out of line. And I don't blame you if you're mad at me for quite a while. I was wrong." Percy sighs. I close my eyes for a moment, my head and heart reeling. I want so badly to forgive him, but I'm hurting. He keeps going "You are allowed to have a life of your own. I have absolutely no say in that. And you are one of the best parents I've ever seen. Everyone makes mistakes." Percy says nothing to back Jordan up. Even Jordan didn't seem to believe what he said a few seconds ago. "But, nothing I said is going to fix what I said. So I'll just offer you this. I'm sorry." He finishes, and stays silent. For the rest of the ride home.

I go to bed without speaking another word to him, curling up in a ball, alone for the first time in a while. I feel empty. I feel alone. I hate being mad at him. But I'm mad at him, whether I like it or not. I also hate feeling weak about my resolve. I know today must have been awful for him. Finding out about Ryan. And then I show up with the three people he probably wants to see the least. He really did have every right to snap at me. Maybe I'm over-reacting. Maybe I should forgive him. The feeling intensifies the longer I stay awake. I blink a few times, and feel my resolve break. I can't be alone in my life. I need him. I roll out of bed. My bare feet pad softly on the wood floor as I walk across the room to his bed. I quietly slip in beside him, hoping he won't push me away. Because I miss him, even after only a few hours. He has to be hurting too. My heart grows warm as I feel him wrap his arms around me in that familiar way. I turn to face him, propping myself up on an elbow. I lean forward and kiss him lightly, savoring the taste of his lips. His eyes flutter open again when I pull back, sparkling. I smile slightly, my heart swelling in a feeling I can only describe as joy. We don't really kiss a lot, because we don't feel like we need to. Just being together is enough. But after today, I felt as if it was in order. As he stares at me, I feel like the breaths have been stolen from my lungs. But it doesn't feel so bad. I gradually lay back down, never breaking his gaze. I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder. "I'm sorry I punched you." I whisper, blinking. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." He replies, with a relieved sigh. I smile a bit. This is better. I really do like not being mad at him. He rests his chin on the top of my head lightly, pulling me close. I close my eyes, heart warm. This is where I belong. Sure I can have my own life. But that life has to include Jordan. Because I can't live without him.

A/N: Little short I know, but I'm headin to Tree77777's house, and I'm sort on time. Just wanted to get something up:) JALI FOREVA!!! so god dang adorable..Slap dat vote button and drop a comment with ur jali love:)

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