RollerCoaster Ride.

Chapter 15

I turned on the guest room light and started to adjust the room to my liking.

Jaxon's parents had always liked me. Well, parENT.

His dad left his mother when Jaxon was just 6. He had a pretty hard time dealing with things after that.

Impulse decisions were the first thing he resorted to. Along with drinking, and he's only 17.

His drinking can get out of hand sometimes.

But anyway, I set down my bag on the bed and started putting my clothes and stuff in the dresser.

Even though I'd only be there for a night, I wanted to get situated.

"Carlee? What's wrong?" I heard him whisper as he walked in the door.

"I heard you talking to that girl on the phone & I SAW that picture of you kissing that girl that was taken 3 days ago!! Is this some twisted game Jaxon?? Are you TRYING to hurt me?? I should just leave," I said as I started shoving clothes back IN my bag.

"No. Don't leave. Sit down," he somewhat forcefully pushed me to the edge of the bed to sit down,"you're overreacting. That phone call; a college. I was telling her to leave me alone. I don't want to go to Brown, Harvard, or Yale. ALL of which have invited me there, full scholarship. That picture?? That was a kiss on the cheek. AND that was my cousin, who just so happens to be suffering from cancer. So don't freak out on me, Babe. Please. Don't leave."

I felt so stupid after he said that.

"You got a full scholarship to one of the best colleges in the COUNTRY?? You're taking it. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. We will be able to maintain a long distance relationship and I know it. But you need this opportunity."

"I won't take it. I won't be away from you. Not now, not ever."

"Jaxon, stop. Do what's best for YOU, not US."

"And you are what's best for me. Being with you makes me okay. I want to go with you."

"Jaxon, you have serious potential. I'm not letting you give this up for me," I had finished packing my bag back up.

I kissed his cheek and walked towards the door.

"Which is why, I'm leaving. I need an apartment in Montana anyways, so leaving early won't be bad. Text and call me please. I love you," and with that, I walked out of his house, and walked the 10 minute walk in the dark, and the rain.

"He needs a great future," I kept telling myself.

"I did the right thing," my conscious kept saying to me.

But did I really?