Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine:

Jessica's POV;

It's two hours since I heard Jason's confession and now we sat at the same table with his parents. It was so sad how the level of respect I held for them fell, they saw their son in pain and they ignored it? It was hard to believe that a guy who everyone despised and was afraid off had been through the fear, had cried from the fear.

I remained silent through the eating, Alison tried flirting with Jason but Jason shut her out and kept his eyes on me. The adults were busy in discussion and Jason sat in front of me, studying me.

I didn't feel bad for him, no it wasn't sympathy, but I felt a part of him. Like he and I were finally starting to be one. But the reality was, we could never truly be one till I told him the truth. Till I told him what I held inside of me, we could never be the same. That's when my mind lingered of to my father, his twinkling eyes and his excitement on little things. His way of laughing, his way of calmly listening to my tantrums and the way he cooked.

Without realizing, I lost my appetite but waited for everyone to be done. When they were, Jason and I excused ourselves from everyone and went into the room. "Want to watch a movie?" Jason asked as he followed into the room.

"Um," I ranked my brain for an excuse. "I'm actually tired, I want to sleep."

"Okay." He smiled and kissed my forehead as he turned around and went into the bathroom on his room. I sighed, and walked back into my connected room.

Was I supposed to the shut the door? I thought of it, but I dismissed the thoughts and went to change. When I got back, Jason was still not in this room, which was good because I didn't want to talk. I lay down in the darkness and let my mind wander.

My family was once happy, there was a time my brother - Tyler didn't hate me, a time where he loved being around me, there was a time where mom kept a track on where I went - when I came back. I remember the first time Tyler yelled at me, the first time I saw him cry. That was the day my heart broke. The day I knew I had to change.

I remember the funeral, the way I saw my dads body lying there without any movement. I remember crying, and just crying. For days. Non-stop. Sometimes I woke up with tears in my eyes, with guilt killing me.

I felt tears stream down my face, thank God for darkness or else he'd see me. I took a heavy breath, trying to control my sobs. When I heard his footsteps walk into the room, my hand quickly lifted to my eyes, but he stood there and shock his head.

"I can see that you're crying, there IS a bit light coming from the window. Just so you know." He shook his head as he walked further and signaled me to give him some space, I moved over and he lay beside me, pulling my head over his chest.

"I'm sorry." I meant it. "I don't know what's wrong with me. This trip was supposed to be the best trip and here I am, crying. Like I don't even know why."

"You're lying." He stated as his hand caressed my cheek. "But you don't have to tell me right now. I'm not going anywhere; right now I'm here to let you cry. And be the comfort."

So I closed my eyes, and tightened my hands around him and took a deep breath. His smell was so intriguing, that in pain and tears I fell asleep within a couple of seconds and I remember him fixing my hair before everything fell into darkness.

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When I woke up the next morning, it took awhile to realize that my arms were around Jason and not a pillow. And then last night came into me, I felt shy for being such a kid. But I felt warm to know he didn't ask for explanations.