There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate (Jesse's POV)

Jesse's POV (42)

Days turned into weeks, and I never left town. There wasn't much I could do when I was supposedly dead. Anyone who watches the news could see me and I could be recognized. As much as I wanted to leave, I couldn't. I had to see Jordan one last time.

I decided against it, though. There was no way I could get in contact with her, and I couldn't just stroll into camp like nothing happened. All it takes is one person to see me, and Hunter comes back. So I had to stay away.

But somehow, despite all the time I spent listing reasons why going back wasn't a good idea, I found myself standing outside the camp wearing sunglasses and a hat. It wasn't a great disguise, but as long as no one came too close, I'm sure I'd be okay.

I had been paying attention to all the school's events, and I heard that there'd be a talent show. That was basically an open door, inviting me to go and see Jordan again. So I walked right in.

The stage was outside, and it was packed. The chairs were already all taken, forcing me to stand in the back. It had its advantages, though. If anyone saw me, I could run without having to pass too many people, and I wouldn't be caught.

Even though I really didn't want to be caught, I wanted Jordan to see me. I wanted her to kiss me, at least once more. We couldn't, though. Because it would just make it harder. It would be another goodbye that I wouldn't be able to handle.

There were a few acts that were quite interesting, but I was looking around for Jordan most of the time. I remember telling Alex that she had a nice voice, so I was desperately hoping that he forced her to get on stage. It was my only chance.

I finally saw Jordan when I looked up to see Alex pushing her toward the middle of the stage. She looked like she was going to be sick, but I couldn't have been happier. So Alex did force her to perform. I'd have to thank him.

If I ever get the chance.

Jordan fumbled as she positioned herself on the stool and adjusted the microphone. Her head tilted up as her eyes scanned the audience.

"Um, h-hi..." She stuttered, toying with the microphone. I couldn't help but smile as she blushed. "I'm... uh... Jordan Emery, and... um... I'm going to be performing Last Kiss by Taylor Swift..."

Jordan turned her head to the side to face the blonde who gave her a thumbs up. She let out a quiet breath before turning back toward the audience.

Her fingers began to strum on the strings of the guitar, and she looked extremely nervous.

"I still remember the look on your face," she sang softly, only making my smile grow wider. "Lit through the darkness at one fifty-eight... The words that you whispered for just us to know... You told me you loved me, so why did you go... Away?"

Her voice was amazing, and I couldn't believe she didn't think so. All though I expected to be ready to leave after I saw her one last time, I'm not. All I want to do is hug her tightly and never let her go. But I couldn't, and I hated it.

The song was about six minutes long, and she kept her eyes closed for the most of it. I listened to each and every word carefully, and couldn't help but think if this was how she was feeling. Jordan's voice shook when it was nearing the end, but I didn't think anyone noticed. She had such a great voice. I wanted to hear it every day for the rest of my life.

"Just like our last... kiss... Forever the name on my lips... Forever the name on my lips... Just like our-"

Jordan's eyes locked on me, and I froze. They crowd erupted in applause and she jumped off the stool, trying not to knock over the guitar. She began running down the stairs as I turned around and made my way through a small group of people.