DAMAGED

chapter17 ☪

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Kassie's POV

After Wolfie and I had gone back to school for our last two periods (which was pointless to both of us but we needed to go either way), we met up right where we'd parked my car.
He got there before me, with a cigarette placed in his mouth, his arms crossed, and a careless smirk.
He looked like the type of guy you don't want to meet at a bar.
"Hey." I sighed, wondering where he got the cigarette.
"I'm driving you home and then I'll walk back to my house." He stated, gesturing for me to give him the keys.
"What about your parents?" I whispered. "Aren't they going to be even more angry because of me?"
He shrugged. "I can deal with it."
"How long do you think they're going to, um...hit you?"
"As long as they want. I do know I'm going to deal with it either way, so don't try to be a part of this. Trust me, it's best for the both of us. I need you to keep a low status with them." He told me, the cigar in his hand.
I nodded before looking at the smoke coming from the stupid death sticks.
"Give me that," I huffed, taking it from him.
"What are you-" He began, but I raised a finger and stopped him so he wouldn't speak.
I put the thing in my mouth, unsure of what to do. I tried inhaling, taking it out, and exhaling.
Sure enough, smoke came out of my mouth.
"Kassie. Stop." He took it away from me.
"Oh, not so fun when it's the other way around, huh?" I said, coughing.
"It's different. I have an addiction, but it's not something you'd want for yourself." He mumbled, throwing the cigarette on the ground.
I fought the urge to pick it up and throw it away for the animals. The trash can was pretty far from where we were.
"You can quit it if you don't want to keep doing it." I explained as we got in the car and closed the doors.
"I don't plan on it, but if you hate it that much, then maybe..." He shrugged.

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"Do you really want to go back?" I asked, looking at my house and back at my car.
"Yeah. I can deal with it. I have to. Besides, what were you planning on doing if I stayed here? Hide me in the closet?" Wolfie smirked, and I laughed softly, my cheeks burning.
That was actually what I had in mind...
"I should get going now." I said shyly, gesturing to my house. "Are you sure you don't want me to lend you my car?"
"I can use the walk. A little exercise never killed anybody." He said before trapping me in between him and the car.
I made sure my breaths were steady and normal, so that he wouldn't think about how my heart was speeding.
We both leaned in at the same time, our lips clashing together in desperation.
His hands slid under my shirt, holding me by the hips as our lips continued to move in flawless sync.
I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I let him smoothly trace the line of my collarbone before rubbing the sides of my stomach, still managing to kiss me without a problem.
Of course, everything immediately came to a sudden halt as soon as somebody cleared their throat.
And that certain "somebody" was not happy about it.

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"I can't believe you had a boyfriend behind my back all along! Who do you think I am?" Jarett raged.
"I was going to tell you..." I whimpered.
"Why did you tell him to leave when you saw me?" He asked.
"I didn't want you to be mad." I explained quietly.
"Do I look like I'm happy?" He growled.
"I'm sorry." I cried.
"No. You're not. Where did you meet this guy?" He asked.
"School." I answered.
"You shouldn't hang out with people like him. I knew something was going on the other day when you had to do a 'project' in your room." Jarett said.
"We did do a project!" I protested.
"And how do I believe you?" He fired back, glaring at me.
"You know what? Maybe I should just change your school. With your depression, you know you can't be-" He began, but I interrupted.
"Can't be what? Heart broken? That's my problem. What if I enjoy getting my heart broken, huh? What if I enjoy loving him? What are you going to do? Worsen my conditions?" I shouted back, tears streaming from my eyes.
"He's not good for you." Jarett grumbled.
"Oh, really? Who is, then?" I retorted.
"I don't know. You know you can't have a boyfriend. The doctor said-"
"I don't care what the doctor said. I'm not going to break up with him." And with that, I walked upstairs and slammed the door for dramatic effect.
Jarett followed. "If you're so old enough, why don't you pay for all your things? I'm sick of doing things for you."
"Why? You don't feel sorry for me anymore?" I fired back.
"I could care less about you." He spat, and with that, my door was slammed once again.

I hate my life.