JASON
He held me close, like he usually does, and whispers sweet nothings into my ear. We're laying on my bed, facing each other and taking advantage of the time we can spend together. Our whole relationship is a secret to those around us simply because we know they wouldn't understand and A could do so much more damage.
Jason reaches his hand up and moves it along my cheek, a smile playing at my lips. I treasure these moments. The moments where our lives are relatively quiet, our minds are not cluttered with thoughts of A and we are living.
Even before Ali went missing I had a crush on her mysterious brother who we were all instructed not to talk to. She painted him as a weird stoner and a drunk. But he is more than that. I knew he was. Though it wasn't until after Ali went missing that Jason and I got together.
"You're beautiful." Jason whispers, his eyes roaming over my face; all the way from my lips up to my eyes. His words, though I've heard them many times over, fill me with butterflies and suddenly, I'm looking down and averting my gaze.
His fingers lift my chin back up and I smile at him.
"Don't hide, babygirl." His voice is raspy and deep and I can't help but to blush. Out of all the negativity and hate and pain that exists in my life, I am able to have these moments with him that are full of nothing but love.
MIKE
The last thing I remember is looking through my window and seeing a car headed straight for the side of mine. And after that, everything went dark.
"But she'll be okay?" I hear a voice ask, a voice that I believe belongs to Mike.
"She'll be just fine."
Slowly, I open my eyes and almost have to close them again due to how bright the room is. I inhale sharply when I feel the pounding in my head. My entire body aches and I look to the side and see him, Mike.
"Hi." I mumble.
He takes a seat next to me and places his hand on my arm. His touch is much needed, it's comforting. "Someone hit your car. They said it may have been a drunk driver."
But I know who it was and so does Mike. I don't want to think about that though. My eyes look up and catch his gaze and I smoke sadly at him, letting him know that I am okay. He worries so much about me.
"You're beautiful." he states, his voice glazed over with love.
"I probably look terrible." I say, my voice scratchy.
"No, never." he smirks.
EZRA
Even though I have to keep my relationship with Ezra a secret, I'm the happiest I've ever been. The world around me is still falling to pieces and A is still tormenting me and the girls, but I have him by my side.
Since it's a weekend, I'm at his apartment. The weekends are some of the only genuine time we can get together.
I step out of the shower, the mirror completely blurred from all of the steam. Wrapping a towel around my body and around my head, I leave the bathroom and walk into the main area of the apartment.
Ezra looks up from his laptop and his eyes brighten slightly and he smirks.
"You're beautiful."
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"You're only saying that cause I'm half naked."
"Not at all."
