Good Meets Bad

Chapter 13

JASMINE'S POV

I was running, crying as I did. The tears blurred my vision a bit, but I was fine. I'm not one of those girls in stories who run away and have no fucking clue where they're going, or just randomly run out into the street into on-going traffic and get smashed by a fucking car and wake up in a damn hospital. Nope, thats not me. I'm going home.

I'm going home to apologize to Eleanor. Why? Because she was right. She was right about everything. She told me to avoid him, and as much as I wanted to, I didn't try to avoid him. I should've stayed home when I saw that she was mad about the date.

I don't ever wanna see him again. Here I am, thinking that he'd like me for me, and not my body...DAMN I WAS WRONG! And I was so stupid to believe that, wasn't I? He's just a guy who sleeps around, not giving a damn about anybody else's feelings. Why would he change for me? What makes me so different than the girls he slept with? Besides the fact that I'm not a slut and I'm not fake. I'm just a regular girl.

When I got home, I busted into the house, not caring about the noise I was making. I slammed the door behind me.

"El? Eleanor?!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

"What?!" She called back, coming down the stairs.

She had on pajamas, she had a bed-head, and she had an extremely annoyed look on her face. But once she saw my face, hers immediately softened up.

"What did he do?" She asked, knowing fully well that my tears have Harry's name written all over them.

I didn't answer her. I just ran into her arms and cried even harder. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed comforting circles into my back while I stained her pink scoop neck tee with my tears.

"Jas, what did he do?" She repeated after a while.

I lifted my head from her chest and we both sat down on the couch.

"Remember that night I got drunk?" I asked and she nodded. "Well, I woke up in bed with him, naked. I asked him what happened the night before, and he told me that he just drove me home, stripped me down, and placed me in bed and then he crawled in with me. But after that, I was having these sexual fantasies about him and it was making me want him. It went on for a while, and then I finally told him about it at the pond. Well actually, it mostly slipped out in an embarrassing way." I giggled. "And then thats when he told me that he actually ate me out that night." I got mad just thinking about it. "And then I told him I hate him and ran here."

By the time I was done, her eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was open so wide that you could fit a boulder through.

"And you've never told me about any of this?!" She yelled.

"I didn't think it was important! It actually isn't important!" I defended.

"So its not important that you woke up in the bed naked with a manwhore?!"

I don't know why, but that inflamed me.

"He's not a manwhore!!" I shouted.

"Jasmine, listen to yourself! You're defending him again!"

I shut my mouth. I am defending him. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

"I need help." I mumbled.

"You don't need help. You need to stay away from him. I told you that the first time and you didn't listen and look where its gotten you."

"I know. And I'm sorry."

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Sorry for what?"

"For not listening to you when I should have."