Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

Jason's POV;

That night she slept beside me again, we had another fight but somehow each fight showed us how much one meant to the other - so although I hated seeing her angry I was okay with the little fights.

When she fell asleep though, my thoughts wandered off to her story. She felt guilty and I had no idea how to change that, all I knew was that I had too. I had to make her believe that no matter what path she chose; that if her father had to die that day, he would have.

And then soon enough, I felt myself getting extremely irritable about her brother. Hurting him meant hurting her and the thought of hurting the thing I knew could be mine forever was out of the question. But he was hurting her, I could see it in her eyes the very first day I dropped her home. I could see it in her eyes everyday, every time I dropped her - every time I picked her. The pain he caused he was embedded. Maybe if he didn't blame her, she wouldn't blame herself.

That night, I held her while she slept but it took me a while to fall asleep. But eventually I did, and when I did - it was the first time I didn't dream about getting hurt but rather it was a dream about being with Jess. It was in some random room, and I told her I loved her.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door, it woke both of us up. "How was your sleep?" I asked her.

"Good." She smiled. "Yours?"

"Perfect." I smiled mysteriously as I remembered the dream I had. I was in love with this girl, and I didn't even know how or why.

"We have to leave in an hour." My mom yelled.

"Oh shit. We have to go back today." Jess said as she sat up.

"Oh yeah." I said rolling my eyes. This weekend seemed perfect, just us - with a few distractions and problems.

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I dropped her home that day, and I wished I didn't have to leave but it was kind of a given. Jess had to spend some time with her mother, and complete some assignments. So I went home and spent almost all the time thinking of being with her.

I was in love with her. And I had no idea why. I loved how she argued - the way she smiled - the way she was stern - the way she took a stand against me - I loved how she interested me. But that wasn't why I was in love with her. I was in love with her for a complete different reason, and it was the first time that a guy, like me realized that no reason was enough for true love.

My entire life was spent plotting and planning protection, defending what was never truly mine and it never bothered me. But now that I lay down and thought about it, was pointless. All those girls I slept with, all those girls I fulfilled my desires with were pointless. All I wanted was Jess - all I needed was her.

Her soul was wounded, but it was beautiful. She was strong and pretty. She was courageous and loving. And the fact that she saw through my cold attitude and decided to trust me, gave me some odd satisfaction.

I didn't want this to happen, or rather expected it to happen with a girl like her. A girl who hated someone else defending her, but now all I felt was like a concrete wall in front of her. If anyone tried to touch her - I wouldn't think twice about breaking every bone in their body. If someone hurt her, I wouldn't mind making them rethink everything they've ever done. But protecting her was difficult, because what hurt her was within her. It was the power she gave others by caring and the only way to stop it was by making her like me. And I couldn't do that.

I spent almost all my time- thinking how to help her avoid Tyler, I wondered how she felt about her life for all the time her father wasn't there. I started thinking of what she thought of me and eventually, I fell asleep.