Jc and Sarah

Chapter 7

Ever since what happened with Jc and I really shouldn't call it an accident because it was amazing but, I've been ignoring him and I don't know why.

Maybe because the feeling was all too real and I don't know how to approach him now, knowing that he's seen and touched the most precious part of my body.

It's been about a week altogether, and I noticed that he's also been acting very off so maybe I should approach him.

After English I decide to talk to him because I know that we both have the same social class and it's second block.

I stand outside of class and there's Jc walking down the hall, and I notice he has a black eye, what the hell?

Flashback

"Go cook some dinner, woman!" His dad yelled waving her out of his face as tears brimmed his heart broken mother's face.

"George, you have to leave. Now!"

And as she turned to grab his stuff and throw it out the window, Jc's father takes such a strong grip on her arm, she cries out in pain.

"Dont tell me to leave a house that I OWN. I DID THIS FOR US JOHANNE, AND THE BOY."

"Youre acting like he's even your son, you man whore."

Jc ripped the two apart in hurt and disgust,

George wasn't his father?

"Dad, what's she talking about?" He yelled.

"I'd rather not-" his father begins

"No George! Tell him the truth!" His mother begs.

*flashback over*

Jc

I turn the corner of the hall, hoping Sarah doesn't see the marks on my eyes left behind by my da- George.

He blackmailed her into marriage, and mom couldn't find a way out of it. That conniving son of a bitch.

Just for my luck, I see Sarah and we make brief eye contact, long enough for her to notice my black eye.

I hear a loud gasp and she runs up to me,

"Jc, what happened?!" She's so frantic people turn to look at us, I shrug them off and remember her ignoring me for the past week because of nothing.

"None of your business." I make my way to English.

Suddenly a hand grabs mine and I feel little waves of electricity shoot through my hand up my arm, down through my chest and into my heart.

Sarah.

I turn and I see that she's pissed as hell.

Oh no.

"Looks like we're coming to class a little late if youre gonna be acting like that."

She pulls me into the janitors closet and flips the switch, bringing light to the pulsing, purple bruise around my eye.

She reaches to touch it and I move her hand away from my eye.

"Whats wrong?" She asks confused, is she serious?

"You ignored me for almost one whole week, you didn't pick up your telephone or answer your pager. Is it because what we did last weekend? Because last time I checked, girls liked it when they orgasm." I spat.

Okay so maybe I snapped.

She starts tearing up.

"I'm sorry, it's just. You know that I'm a virgin, and you have every right to be mad at me. But I didn't know how to react after. To be completely honest I felt a little embarrassed, you now know the only part of me that no one will ever get to see except you.
That is, unless you still want me."
She whispers the last part.

Now I feel fucking bad oh shit.
I never saw it like that, and when she said that I'm the only person who's ever seen and will ever see her punani, I my jeans tightened a little.

I pull her into a hug and whisper to her saying she's beautiful and how sorry I am. And my hand slowly lifts up her turtleneck dress and she tries to push my hand away but I don't let her.

"I have something to tell you."

She's all phased out with me trying to finger her at the moment.

"Hmm" he hums.

"I'll tell you later, but for now, I've missed you."