3 AM [luke hemmings]

6

An hour later, Jason was gone, and I got Jaime to calm down. I got up from holding her, rushing to my closet for a suitcase.

Jaime caught on, "are you leaving me? Did I mess up with you, too?" She gasped out.

"No!" I said, dragging a suitcase to the bed. "We're going back home, and I'm getting the next flight out of here. I don't know if it's safe to stop by your house, so we can buy some clothes if not. I have plenty of money for this," I tell her.

She sat there, stunned. "My car..."

"I can get my co-worker to drop it off at my work place, which has top security," she looked so worried as I told her all of this information. I knew I would be worried as well, knowing if I was running away from my boyfriend who recently knocked me up, and hated the baby.

"Okay," she answered. I smiled, beginning to pack a bunch if shirts and shorts. It was always warm in this summer time down in Mississippi, where both of our families lived.

I left the room, rushing to the bathroom to grab my hair brush and shampoo. When I returned, Jaime was standing by my dresser. "I need a pair of shorts or something, do you have anything?" She asked, probably doubting herself.

I pulled out a pair of sweatpants, throwing them to her. She smiled, unbuttoning her pants, using her feet to push the pants the rest of the way. I turned away, having to distract myself as I zipped the rest of the suitcase. I had already seen her in a bra in less than twenty-four hours and didn't think I would be able to handle the sight of her in her panties as well.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, giving her a smile. She bit her lip, nodding.

"Let's go," I tell her, grabbing up the suitcase as she followed behind me.