Broken

Chapter XIII

CHERISE'S POV

After me and Darion talked in the churchyard, I didn't see him again until Sunday evening, even then we didn't properly talk to each other. He had looked exhausted and I didn't want to mad him mad or upset. I would just wait until he brought up our conversation. I hadn't known he visited Asher, I though it was just me. Since I had visited him frequently and no one else ever seemed to be there I just thought that they would all want to avoid Asher's grave and the memories that came with it.

I hadn't seen much of Jay either. He had pretty much stayed in the guest room all weekend. When I woke up, he would be out, or the door would be locked. I wanted to give him his space, but I was a little hurt that he didn't want me to be there for him. He had trusted me with a lot of his past life and since he had fallen out with Levi over me, he didn't have a lot of support.

Monday morning rolled around quickly. I reach under my pillow and slide the alarm on my phone without looking at it. I open one eye slightly and check the time. 06:55. I still have 25 minutes left to snooze. My alarms ring at 5-minute intervals to keep me from falling back into deep sleep. When the last alarm rings at 07:20 I roll out of my bed and shuffle into my slides.

I lay out my outfit for the day before grabbing my toiletries back of my dresser and walking into my bathroom. I take a quick(ish) shower before moisturising my skin and getting dressed. I make my bed to avoid getting into an argument with my mum and grab my fully charged phone of my dresser.

Today my outfit consisted quite simple of a black and white check shirt and matching vans. Over the shirt I had blue overalls which showed the smallest part of my stomach. I admired myself in the mirror and decided that I looked rather cute today.

I grabbed my black and white Vans backpack to complete the look. As usual I rummaged in my draw and found a checkered phone case. It was navy blue and white, but it was dark enough that it could pass of as black. Suddenly thinking back to a few Christmases ago I remembered one of my aunt's had got me a pair of black and white earrings. Checkered as well.

Satisfied with my outfit I walk out the room and advance down the stairs. Mum and Dad both leave early on Monday's and I have no clue where Darion is, so I guess its just me and Jay in the house. The kitchen is eerily empty when I push open the door.

I glance around looking or any signs of life and my eyes land on a plate of waffles and a glass of cold milk sitting on the countertop. I walk over suspiciously scrutinizing the food. The waffles are still warm, and the milk is cold, just how I like it.

"I made you breakfast," a voice rings out from behind me. I whip around and am greeted with the sight of Jay. He looks perfect as always. He is dressed in dark jeans and a simple black Levi's shirt. On his feet he is sporting his own pair of checkered Vans. A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I see that he has the same backpack on as well. He is perfect, I think to myself.

I slide onto one of the high stools around the kitchen island and pick up the fork placed carefully next to the plate of waffles. I break of a piece of the waffles and allow the sweet taste to spread through my mouth. I moan at the sheer deliciousness of it. At this Jay takes in a sharp breath. He stands up straight from his position of leaning against the door frame.

As he walks over to me, I notice that his eyes have darkened to that seductive shade of deep green again. A shiver runs down my spine as I recall what happened the last time, I saw his eyes darken like this. That was without a doubt the best night of my life.

"Do you know what that sound does to me baby girl?" he says a low husky voice. He has reached my side now and is slowly pushing the plate of waffles away from me. He takes the fork from my hand and in one swift motion lifts me onto the counter. "It drives me crazy; you drive me crazy," he says answering his rhetorical question.