Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

Jason POV;

 When we got back from our walk, we half-lay on the couch, her head rested on my chest and I kept mine on her head as I rested my arm on her shoulder. We remained silent, but then soon enough the silence ended in falling asleep. It was weird how suddenly she meant so much to me, how she was meant more to me than any girl did.

 The way she stood up to me, the way she asked for her own right, the way she didn’t want to be with me, it was interesting at first. But now, it was perfect. I think I was falling for her, I wasn’t supposed to hand my love to anyone that easily, but she got it so easily. I don’t know whether she got that or not, because I didn’t tell her directly. The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep was how pretty she looked while sleeping.

*

 It was Monday morning, and in hopes I was being a boyfriend I asked Jess if I could pick her up. With other girls it was always ordering, it was always that I was a protection shield but with her? I didn’t want to pick her up to make sure people knew she was mine, but rather because I wanted to spend as much time with her as it was possible. Yeah, it was different that entering with me meant everyone would stay away, but everyone already knew I was with her so that was done with.

 Jess agreed, it seemed to shock her that I took her permission but I could literally hear the smile through her voice on the phone. I was harsh, I didn’t care for anything or anyone – not even my parents. But I knew for a fact that maybe I could care for Jessica. I don’t know why, but although there might be a lot of girls like her out there, it was her who I wanted to be with.

 “Karen, I’m leaving.” I told our housekeeper. She’s been in this house for the past twenty years, she’s more of a mother to me than my real mother, she was the one who noticed the bruises on my body, the first one to complain to my mother, and when my mother laughed it off she went and told the police.

 “Alright, having dinner at home?” She asked as she entered the room.

 “Maybe, actually yes. And I’ll bring a guest home, so make sure my room is tidy.” I said giving her a quick smile.

 “You’re bringing a girl home?” She asked following me to the study room, where I went to pick up a book.

 “How’d you know it was a girl,” curiosity annoyed me.  It forced me to keep secrets.

 “You never care about your room being clean when you bring your friends over. And you’ve never told me when you bring someone.”

 “You’re smart Karen,” I said as I turned around and looked at her. She was becoming older, I could tell by her wrinkles and worn off skin. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? Oh right, because I didn’t care for anyone. “Mom and dad going to be home tonight?”

 “Your mother will.” She said as she lowered her gaze and I instantly felt bad. She was more to me than my mother was; yet she didn’t know that. She would never know that I did love her; she cared for me and was there for me. Almost like I was important to her.

 “Alright. Bye.” I said as I quickly sat down in the car and started driving to Jess’s house.

 On my way however, my phone rang – Derrick Farrell. The ‘go to’ guy for the past about anyone, I didn’t handle him directly in fact a friend did for me. He did have my number though, in case of something bad. I sighed, as I parked my car on the side. The last girl I told Aaron to find out about was Jessica the day I sent her the dress and Aaron called Derrick in front of me.