Perfect Love

Chapter 4

Chapter 4- Justin 

I woke up feeling like my body was on fire. It was hot, really hot. Our AC has been out for the past week and the fans around the house really didn't help much. Even though I didn't want to get out of bed I knew I had to because today was my first day at a new school. Again. I went from living with my mom and her boyfriend in new york to moving in with my dad and his new wife in california, but living with my mom or dad didn't work out. My mom's boyfriend was abusive. Plain and simple. I tried to fight him, I tried to get her out, I tried to get my dad to help but since he left he really didn't give a damn about us and eventually that feeling became mutual. I was trying my best to protect my mother from her boyfriend, but things changed one night when I came home to find my mother screaming and crying while Mark was beating on her and dragging her across the floor. I lost it and attacked him. Punching, kicking you name it. I had a  blade on me and I stabbed him with it a couple of times. My mom ran off and called the cops. I was proud of her. She was doing the right thing by calling them. They would get here and we would explain everything to them. The only problem was when they got there I was dragged off and put in the back of a police car. The one person I cared about more than anything, my own mother. She called the cops on me instead of her abusive punk ass boyfriend. That was the last time I saw my mom, since then I was bouncing from friend's house to friend's house just trying to make it day by day. My dad heard about the situation and he came to new york with his new wife to get me. I never thought the day would come where I would go back to my dad of all people. I never thought he would be the person I would turn to the most when I was down. So that was it I left New York and moved to California to live with my dad and his new wife. The problem was things didn't get better for me in california. They really didn't, It was constant fighting with my stepmom, we never got along when it came to anything. I was sent to a private school and I hated it. I got into so many fights that I lost count. Eventually my rebelious phase was wearing my dad out and he was on the brink of kicking me out. I knew that I had one option left. My brother. Andrew was my older brother. If anyone was more rebelious than I was it was him. He's been in and out of jail a few times and my parents tried to help me, but it was clear andrew wasn't going to change unless he wanted to. He was smart, really smart. He got accepted into some good colleges but turned them all down and decided to move to Florida where he knew some people and start a band with his friends. That was a long time ago, I was young when andrew left. I remember him walking out the door and the last thing he said to me was "if you need anything kiddo, call this number." He then tucked a small piece of paper in my pocket and walked off. It was a phone number, and I kept that piece of paper with me all these years. So just like my mom, I left my dad without as much as a second thought. I moved in with Andrew. He was doing pretty well. Had a small job going for him, he met a nice girl and they were living together in a two bedroom apartment. There was no band, when I asked him about it Andrew simply replied it didn't work out. So I started to grow up and realize how stupid I was for acting the way I did in the past. In my defense I was always pushed. I never pushed anyone. I was not somone who took things lightly. Even while I was getting better I still had old habits that refuse to die.

I snapped out of my daydreaming about my depressing past and got up to get ready for what I'm sure was going to be another day in hell. I lost count the number of times I've switched schools but for this being my senior year. Well that was just the icing on the cake.

After finishing my morning routine I went to find the apartment empty. Andrew must have left for work and Estelle, his girlfriend must have gone off to her morning classes. She was an art major and the apartment was decorated with her work. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out.

You would think that there would be some type of parking space reserved for motocyles but I guess not, I parked in the reserved for teachers section and got off. Girls were staring and whispering and as soon as I looked at them they would quickly turn away. Honestly I didn't have time for this. I needed to go get my schedule, go to these classes and hurry up so this day can just be over.

Since the accident happened, I honestly haven't been able to stop thinking about that girl. Dimples. That's what I called her. This wasn't me. I didn't fall for girls like that. She's far from my type. I've had one serious relationship in my life and it failed, after that I didn't really give a fuck about love and just went back to one night stands. I was driving Andrew's car during the accident so I'm wondering how he got to work this morning. I thought he would have taken my motocycle to get back at me but he surprisingly didn't. 

I walked through the main doors holding my helmet and jacket in one hand, keys in the other. I didn't even bring a school bag or even a pencil for that matter. My thoughts were cut short when I heard a group of people laughing loudly, I looked up and time stopped. It was her, standing right in front of me looking as shocked as I was to see her. Why was I feeling nervous? I didn't understand why my heart was beating so fast from just looking at her. Maybe it was because I never thought I would see her again. I needed to at least go over and say Hi. I took my eyes off of her to notice a guy's arm drapped over her shoulder. I could put 1 and 1 together and realize that was her boyfriend. I didn't care. I was still in shock from just seeing her. I finally managed to get my legs to cooperate with me and walked over to her. By now everyone around her was staring at me. "who is he?" "why is he coming this way?" I heard all of the talking and whispering from her friends. I was face to face with her and then her boyfriend spoke before I could. 

"Look I don't know who you are dude but back up, your to close to my girl." All I heard was an empty threat. 

"Um..hi..." She started to speak and stutter with her words. So that's when I did it. 

I grabbed her face placing my lips ontop of hers and kissed her rougly. 

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Author's Note: What do you guys think about Justin's past? Thoughts? Comments? 

Also sorry for any errors, I'll go back again and fix them.