Pass Around (thatsojack fan fiction)

Chapter 14

It's been almost a week and Kris still hasn't woken up yet. They said she'd probably wake up a few hours after surgery but that clearly wasn't the case. I put her into a coma. It's that simple.

On top of that all the police have questioned Kian and I three times since the accident and I can't go to the hospital to see how she's doing. Besides that one time when she told her parents to let me stay she hasn't done anything else. Krsten's parents might hate me but they at least have the decency to tell me is anything has happened. 

Jc and Ricky have been trying to distract me but do they honestly expect me to be able to take my mind off of all this? I almost don't want to. I want to feel guilty for what I did because there's no way I can take it back and I need to be punished for what I've done even if that's guilt taking over my life.

I also don't have an explanation for my fans. I haven't uploaded since I've gotten to LA and I'm sure as hell not going to talk about how I put my girlfriend- or ex-girlfriend, at this point who knows- into a coma. I still love Kristen. I never stopped loving her. 

She was my everything. I need her in my life. It might sound selfish but I need her. When I first met her in high school my sophomore year she was the bad girl with too many colors in her hair and a bad reputation, but for some reason I had this insane interest in her. I found myself always staring at her, thinking about her, asking about her, everything. She was reckless and she should've sent me running but for some reason she intrigued me.

I didn't see her the summer before junior year. Then we got back to school and I noticed her yet again. She had a lot less red in her hair and a lot more good people by her side. Of course this made me even more interested in her. I wanted to know what the girl with the red hair's story was. At the time I didn't even know her name, none of my friends did either. So I simply referred to her as the girl with the red hair. Even though by junior year she barely had any red left, it had faded to a much more subtle strawberry blonde which I later found out was almost her natural hair color but the red dye added a little something extra that she wasn't able to get rid of without dying it again.

Three weeks before junior prom I finally talked to her. It was just a simple "hey, I'm Jack," but I've got to give myself credit for talking to her, or someone I don't  know at all. She told me her name was Kristen and then she payed for her lunch and went back to her friends.

A week after that I talked to her again. There was an open period that we happened to have at the same time and we both went to talk to the same teacher for help. We both needed help on a History paper about the Soviet Union. Then the teacher, Mr.Sanchez, told us to help each other out. It was fate or destiny or maybe just  a lot of good luck. Whatever it was I got to talk to her and I got help on this stupid paper I had to write. It was a win-win situation.

Then here it was. Prom. A magical night of high school that you'll remember for the rest of your life. A night where crazy memories were made. A night that I wasn't going to attend. Prom was not my scene and apparently it wasn't Kristen's either because on prom night at 8:30 I saw Kristen at the ice cream shop just down the street from my house. I went there for a milkshake with no intention of seeing anyone I knew and there she was. Sitting at the checkered table next to the window all alone. And for some reason, that night I was feeling pretty courageous. I saw a girl that I had taken such an interest in at an ice cream shop on prom night. 

So, I went over to the table she was sitting at, after receiving my milkshake, and asked if the seat next to her was taken. She told me no and asked if I wanted to sit down. So I did. I sat down right in front of her and we started talking about how prom sounded terrible and we'd rather just be sitting in our rooms watching a movie on Netflix. Little did we know we'd be going together senior year.

We talked for hours at that ice cream shop. Until almost eleven I'm pretty sure. I would give anything to have those hours back. Everything seemed so simple. We were just talking and we became friends. Just like that. 

A few weeks after that I went over to Kristen's house to pick up my sweater that I'd left there a few days ago. I walked up to her room just to find her sobbing into her pillow. Me being the awkward person I am just stood there for a minute with no clue of what to do.

So I knocked on the wall outside of her room and she looked up at me. Her mascara was all over her face and the second she saw me she tried to wipe her face. She tried to make it look like she wasn't crying but the water in her eyes and the smudges of black all over her face told me otherwise. Then, instead of pestering her about what was wrong I just walked over to her and hugged her, which only seemed to make her cry harder. 

I just sat there and let her cry into my shoulder and then we fell asleep. Within the next hour or so her mom woke me up and told me to go home. I think she probably thought I made her cry because she was being a total bitch but I don't know for sure. And to this day, I still don't know what Kris was crying about.

Four weeks later we had out first kiss. It was the first day of summer and we went to a paddle boating place just outside of the town we lived in. It was a gorgeous lake and the weather was perfect. I had a plan to paddle the boat out into the middle of the lake and then I'd stop paddling and we'd look at the view of the lake and then she'd turn to look at me just to notice that they view I was looking at was her. And then, I'd make my move. I'd lean in and kiss her and it'd be perfect. That's not what happened.

Instead, I kissed her in the middle of the lake and she freaked. I leaned in and kissed her and then she screamed and pushed me away and then I fell into the lake. It wasn't romantic but it sure was memorable. I guess I consider that our first kiss. But our first well, mutual kiss was later that day. I brought her back to the ice cream shop where we had first actually talked at and she apologized for freaking out. She said she didn't expect it. She told me she thought we were just friends. I was confused and a little hurt but then she added something. She told me that's what she thought we were, not what she wanted us to be. Then she kissed me.

And everything was uphill from there. Well until now obviously.

(AN// Okay so I'm sooooo sorry for not updating for like ever. I had dance team tryouts and they were everyday after school. But I promise I'll update more regularly now that that'smout of the way. Anyway, I hope you weren't disappointed that this didn't have any big news or anything but I hope you liked the mini flashback. I had fun writing it (: and thanks so much for over 500 reads! I'm hoping we can get to 1,000 before chapter 20! Thanks for reading)