Pretty Boy

Chapter Five

Jesse's POV

I knocked on Brooke's door, and her sister opended it, smiling flirtatiously at me. I simpky waved, pressing my lips together. She gigled,

"Hi Jesse...you're looking nice today." I shrugged.

"Thanks, Melody. Is Brooke home?" she made an "ugh" face.

"Yeah hold on," she murmured, then shouted, "Brooke! Your hot boyfriend's here!" I blushed while she glanced back at me. I walked inside, ignoring Melody and walking upstairs towards Brooke's room. I put my knuckles to the white painted wood, hearing noise come from inside. I bit my lip as Brooke opened the door, instantly beaming at me.

"Hey...Jesse...what's up?" she said. I smiled slightly at her.

"Nothing, I just wanted to comeover to talk. Is, um, now a bad time?" I asked. She looked at the ground, then back up at me, shrugging.

"Can I come in?" I asked

"Warren is over; he's tutoring me in math...Mrs. Beck suggested him to me.." she trailed. I sighed, but she opened the door. I walked in, staring down at a kind of shady guy. His blonde hair spiked over his eyes and he looked about as smart as a brick. He looked up at me with dark brown eyes, smiling.

"Cha. She, like, totally needs it..." Warren commented. I bit my lip. Yeah, she's the one who needs help. A million different thoughts crossed my mind, but one voice whispered: She's cheating on you. I refused to believe it. She'd never do that tome. She-she loves me, doesn't she? i looked back at Brooke.

"um, now is actually a bad time...I'm sorry, Jesse; could you go?" she whispered.

"I understand..." I mumbled. She stood on her tip-toes, kissing me gently, then pushing me out her bedroom door. I turned back away from it, running out, away from her house. I needed to get away from it all...This-this can't be happening, I tried to reason with myself. I just kept running and couldn't stop. I slowly stopped by a clump or trees, staring up into space. I felt actual tears drip down my chin. What hurts worse is that she lied to my face and cheated on me with a guy who looked like he had the IQ of a cardboard box. I walked toward a bunch of houses; I had ran so fast that I didn't know where I was at. I walked towards them. I looked around, then remembered Caleb said he lived on Elm street, house number 14. Sure enough, there was the elm street sign. I sighed, brushing away tears and knocking on hsi door. I swallowed, but I knew my eyes were puffy and red, and my heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces. The door opened and I was roughly seized inside. A hand was shoved onto my mouth and I was dragged upstairs. By what I barely saw, the house was dark and damp with paint chipping. A moldy smell suficated my nose. I was dropped to the ground, and I stared up at none other than Caleb. He looked frantic.

"Why are you here? I thought you weren't coming! My dad's going to kill me! Wait, why are you crying?"

"N-no reason" I mumbled. Caleb softened and I was being pulled into a hug. His musclar arms circled around my chest, holding me gently. I rested my head on his shoulder, uncontrolably sobbing. I'm sych a baby...but I needed that. I needed someone to hold me and tell me I'm okay. I looked up at him.

"It has to be something," he whispered, pulling my hair out of my face. He looked into my eyes and I blushed, looking at his shirt.

"you're always so intent on hiding your feelings. You're amazing at it, I'll admit; no matter how much hell I put you through, you still have that way about you that makes you untouchable. I admire it, really. I've never seen you cry."

"That's because the people who see me cry will get what they want," I whispered back

"Tell me whats troubling you," he whispered; I nuzzled my head into his collar bone. Really, the guy I hate was a nice comforter.

"....Brooke...I went to her house to hang out with her, and some guy was already there. She said she was being tutored by him....b-but he doesn't look like a straight A student. I don't know....do you think she is cheating on me?"

"I don't know, maybe? what do you want to hear? You should ask her tomorrow," he ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it. I closed my eyes for a moment, sitting on his lap. All I needed was a good cry, that's it.

"Yeah, you're right," I muttered. He smiled softly at me. I looked at the ground, anywhere but him. "Thanks...um..."

"you're okay now, right?" he asked, tilting my head up. He pointed his finger tip to the corner of my lips, turning them upwards,

"smile. You look so pretty when you smile" I frowned at him.

"I'm a guy; si it'd be handsome if anything." He giggled quietly.

"Pretty boy," he decided. I felt my heart flip-flop and turned my head away. His fingers curled under my chin,

"The rumors...they're not completely correct, butclose enough...." He leaned forward, and before I knew it, his soft lips were pressed against mine,even though his metal piercing stung. I didn't know what to do; the guy I had decided to hate was kissing me. I made to options in my mind: 1.) pull away and smack the living crap out of him or 2.) kiss back

Two it is.