Dangerous. // J.C //

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 ~

ALEXIS' P O V : ~

Jc has been gone a few days, maybe because he was planning to get back at Ricky and Sam?

Maybe because he stopped having any interest and stopped coming to my house, texting and calling me.

I sighed, getting into my car that has FINALLY came out of the shop.

Starting the car, I drove down the street and to the grocery store.

When I made it there, I grabbed a cart, making my way towards the food section and grabbed what I needed/ wanted, setting it inside the cart and went off for more stuff.

Then I turned around, seeing a familiar boy.

It was Jc, wearing a beanie over some of his hair and sun glasses covering his eyes.

He smiled at the girl in front of him and it soon made me question about whether I was just a toy to him.

Jen was right, he does get with every girl he meets.

I rolled my eyes, paying for the stuff and leaving as fast as I can.

Once I've packed up the car, getting inside my phone beeped, showing that I had a new text message.

From Jc :

Hey, wanna chill today?

To Jc :

I'm not in the mood.

I sent the message, driving back over to my place.

Once I was done putting the food away, I sat on the couch and started watching Cake Boss, because hey, I like baking shows.

After about a few epidsodes, my phone rung yet again.

As I picked it up it rung about three more times.

I furrowed my eyebrows, unlocking my phone.

From Jen :

Haven't seen you in forever! We need to hang out.

From Jen :

Like now because I'm in your drive way.

From Connor :

We have a plan about the Ricky and Sam thing and we'll like for you to stop by? x

From Jc :

Mind if I come over then?

I got up, laughing about Jen's text and hurried outside to her car.

She pulled me into a tight hug then pulled back staring at my face for a few minutes, probably at the fading cuts and bruises all over my face and collar bone that was showing.

I felt so insecure when I went out because I didnt have time to cover all my bruises and cuts with makeup, plus I'll look uglier in a lot make up.

When I went places, people would stare at my face like I was getting abused at home.

Sometimes I wanted to explain to the people who stare about what happened but you cant just tell a complete stranger about your life just because they're staring.

It was quite scary to have all eyes on you, not in the good way, in the way where you've got beaten up and look ugly and cant cover your face kind of way, I guess?

Jen's eyes widen at the sight of my broken face.

She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking.

Then she got the idea and glared at me for a few minutes.