A Change Of Hart

Chapter One.

"Judging a person does not define who they are. It defines who you are."

Chapter One

~Kennedy's POV~

My mom always told me to be myself and people would like me for who I am. She always said I didn't need to change to make people happy or to fit in. Standing out is a good thing.

This isn't always true. Life may not be about pleasing others but we all sure do try to damn hard to please everyone else.

Being with Jason was like a wake up call for me. Reality was staring me right in the face. I can't make everyone happy but I can try. Boy did I try, and fail.

Jason reminded me everyday that I tried to hard to be perfect, I played on the safe side, I was a good girl from top to bottom. These things never bothered me, it's not a bad thing to be a good girl. Jason made it out to be horrible and he wanted to change me. I wasn't having it.

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He shoves the bottle of the vile smelling substance towards me. I shake my head with a disgusted face and continue writing important information from my textbook.

He shakes the bottle in front of my face trying to get me to take a drink. The liquid splashes onto my paper. I quickly dab it away with the sleeve of my jacket and swat his hand away.

This continues for a few more minutes before I stand up and go into the living room with my books. He begins to follow but I stop him.

"No, I'm working and you should be too." I glare at him hoping he'll give in and begin his history essay.

"Just take a sip, prove to me that you can be a bad girl." He smirks and I shake my head.

"I refuse to drink alcohol while doing homework." I sit on the couch and start reading. He sits next to me and I groan. "Jason please. You need to be doing homework, if your grade drops anymore you'll be benched from the next game."

He shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. "I don't care about my grades."

"But you do care about basketball." I say this in a matter of fact tone which shuts him up.

It's only quiet for five minutes before he's at it again. "You know you don't always have to be so good. Break the rules for once, no one has to know. I won't tell."

"I'm not always a goody two shoes and I can break the rules but now is not the time Jason." I say through gritted teeth and I stand up. "I'll be back later, text be when you're being mature."

I slip my converse on my feet and leave his house.

I know what this looks like but I'll assure you I'm not in an abusive relationship and Jason isn't a no good drunk. He hardly drinks. He just wants me to break my good girl role but it won't happen. I'm happy with who I am and he won't change that.

I comb my fingers through my hair and almost gag when I smell the alcohol on my sleeve. This is not how a relationship should be. He should encourage me to be who I am and he should accept me the way I am, not try to change me.

Of course our relationship wasn't always like this. Actually one of the things he used to love about me was my good girl image. He loved that I was innocent and I was afraid to break the rules.

We had a healthy, fun, and loving relationship for a year but just recently he's changed. He wants our relationship to be more physical and he gets mad when I refuse to give him what he wants. He says he's just trying to break me out of my shell but I like how I am.

As I walk home I look back on our relationship and ask myself why I'm still with him.

My answer? This must just be a phase. He's only trying to help cause he loves me, and the biggest one; I love him. He's not perfect but he's mine. I never had a real relationship before Jason and this past year with him has been amazing.