mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

eighth

mistaken

Jorge ran behind her, out of the school building. This time he wasn't giving up. He felt like he answered the question wrong, while he just did it honestly.

He wanted to become a doctor and have a happy family. But this was something he had told her already before, but something within her had changed now.

She ran through the streets, knowing that Jorge was following her. She tried everything, took every turn to lose Jorge but it was no use.

He was too quick. Just before she took another turn, he grabbed her by her hand. Not harsh, careful.

"Martina." He said. It had no use for her to fighting against him, he was stronger.

"Tell me what's wrong, was my answer wrong?" Tears left Martina's brown eyes again. Jorge tried to wipe them away, but they kept rolling.

"No, no, your answer was just perfect." She said, more and more tears fell over her cheeks. "That's just the problem." She added mumbling, but Jorge was able to hear it.

"You're confusing me Martu." There was that nickname again, that special way he had of saying it. The comfortable feeling streamed through her entire body.

"You don't want to know Jorge, believe me." She stated, finally her tears stopped falling from her eyes.

Jorge made her body turn fully towards him. He was still holding her small hand tightly into his. He pulled her closer to him, their body's lightly touched.

"Tell me." He whispered in a low voice. Martina felt how her body got weak. His voice had such an impact on her, it was almost like he controlled her.

"Please." He breathed out, their faces were only inches apart from each other. Slowly he moved closer and closer.

Their lips brushed each other. Martina felt her body give in on her feelings and she pressed her lips onto his. Her hands traveled to his cheeks as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

He placed his hands around her waist, pressing their bodies tightly against each other. The kiss was filled with missing and cravings, just wanting to feel each others taste again.

Slowly Jorge backed away from the intense kiss. "Tell me." He then whispered, locking their foreheads with each other.

She was nervous and didn't know if she should tell him or not. Her hands were sweaty and her body was filled with nerves.

She needed the support of his body, otherwise she'd fall. "Uh..." She started, her voice was shaky. "There is something that you need to know." She trembled over the words she was saying.

Jorge sighed happily, happy that she'd finally tell him. "It's uhm.." She continued while in her brain was total chaos.

There was no good way of telling him. Her body slowly left his body as she sat down on the bench next to them. She then grabbed a small piece of paper out of her pocket.

She gestured Jorge that she needed a pen. He grabbed a pen from his bag while he looked confused at the girl in front of him.

He handed her the pen as she started writing quickly. After some minutes she folded the paper and looked up at Jorge again. His eyes were filled with confusion.

She took his hand and opened it. She placed the folded paper in his muscled hand. She then closed his hand again and placed a kiss on top of it.

"Don't freak out." She whispered when her lips left his hand. "Read it when I'm gone." She added, and kissed his lips deeply one more time.

She turned away and ran through the streets. Jorge's sight followed her, but his feet stayed still this time.

A few minutes later he opened the tiny paper in his hand.

Jorge,
I didn't know how to tell you, scared of your reaction. I don't want to screw up your future, so when you read this I'll be gone. Please don't come search for me, live your life like you deserve. So the thing is that I'm pregnant, from you. Don't freak out, you don't need to do anything. Just go to school, become a doctor, get a wife and kids when you're 30. I'll give this kid a life.
I love you.
Kisses and hugs from me.

Jorge fell down on the bench. His mind was going 1000 miles per second. He was going to be a father.

She wanted to raise the baby alone, but he knew better. She needed Jorge, she just loved him too much to screw up his future.

But it wouldn't screw up his future, he wanted Martina and their baby.

But where the hell was he supposed to go? He decided to search by her house first, there was no way he was going to let her go.

He didn't plan on having a baby already. But now he had it, he was not going to lose it. Fuck his future. Fuck his plan.

Only Martina and their child counted.

In the meantime Martina was already at her house. She stuffed some important things in her suitcase and closed it tightly. The rest she'd buy there.

Martina knew Jorge very well, and he was definitely going to follow her. She had to be away as quick as possible, before Jorge got here.

She only hadn't had her driving license yet, which was a problem. "Francisco!" She screamed up the stairs on which her brother slowly came walking down.

"What's up sis?" He asked while giving his sister a short hug.

"Drive me to the airport, I-I need to pick up a friend" She said, making up a randome excuse so he would drive her.

"Sorry I can't sis, I need to be at school in an hour" He said and dragged himself up the stairs again.

"Shit!" She mumbled in herself as she heard sounds coming from the back door. Just then an idea shot in her hand. She ran out through the front door and jumped on her bike.

She cycled through the streets until she reached the train station.

Buenos Aires Airport
2 pm.

She read from the board and looked at her phone. It was 1.55 pm.

She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, dragging her suitcase behind her. The train arrived at the station as people started getting inside.

She looked one more time back before she stepped in the train. She had to do this.

-

Jorge searched through the house, first downstairs. Martina was no where to be found. He ran up the stairs, almost flying.

He opened every door, but she wasn't in any of them. Jorge did find Francisco as a sigh left Jorge's mouth, he hoped it was Martina.

"Jorge? What are you doing here?" Francisco asked, giving Jorge a bro hug. They became good friends in the time Jorge and Martina were dating.

"Have you seen Martina?" Jorge rushingly asked, his eyes scanned the room.

"Yeah she was just here, she asked me to take her to the airport. She had to pick up a friend or something" Francisco said while he moved his head lightly.

"Dammit!" Jorge screamed and ra out of the room. He ran downstairs and then out of the house.

Just then he noticed her bike was gone as well.

< WiFi sucks here in Italy oml I can't do anything. i miss out on so many stuff on insta about tini and Jorge ugh. >
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