Worth It

(13) Fishes Den

The video above is called Woke Up Late By Drax Project and Hailee Steinfeld. Check it out if you're interested! I feel that it set the mood for the chapter! This chapter is a bit steamy when Zara's point of view comes into the equation, so just be aware of that. Anyway, thanks for sticking with my story and checking out this chapter! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading, peoples! <3 <3 

Shane

Being in my dorm with June on a Monday morning is harder than I thought it would be. That kiss was a mistake and I may not be able to take it back, but do I have the strength to make her understand that I wish I could take it back?

Judging by the look June is giving me. That look that makes your cheeks redden furiously and your eyes grow unsteady. That look that tells me that she is hungry. If only it was the kind of hunger you could quench with food.

Her pupils are dilated and she is biting her perfect lip. Not too big. Not too small. Naturally pink. Naturally beautiful.

I can't do this. I have to leave. Get ready for class. I need more time to think and figure out what I want.

June

Who knew that the color red could be so intoxicating? Her cheeks grow to the shade that's almost as red as her hair. I love how she blushes whenever I look at her.

I love the way she always wears her wavy hair in a side braid. I love the way it feels in my hands whenever I tug on it. Or how her mouth opens ever so slightly when my hand tightens on her braid as if it were the rope I was planning to climb.

I love her cute skirts. She always wears them. No matter what she's doing unless she's dancing that is. "I have to get ready for school." She informs me. Her eyes study the floor intensely, as if it were to collapse beneath her.

Something is off, but I don't know what it is. So, instead of going with my gut and asking her what's wrong I just say okay and she leaves.

Why does it feel like she's not just leaving the room?

Cameron

I'm in my red BMW m3 drinking out of a beer bottle like it's my life line. Once I finish it, I toss it in my backseat with the other bottles I finished a long time ago and take yet another one out of the twelve-pack I bought at a grocery store. ShopRite. I'm currently in the parking lot of a ShopRite grocery store hitting back God knows how many bottles of liquor.

I have to stop. I know that, but why is it so hard to stop doing what you know is wrong and start doing right?

Because it's easier to keep doing what you're doing than to change, My girlfriend would tell me as she would ease the bottle out of my hand and replace it with a glass of water because that's how awesome she was.

She always knew what to do. How to help me, but I never knew how to help her. I never knew what she was going through.

I mean, I think a part of me did, but I just ignored that part of me because like Jenna said, It's easier to keep at it than to change. It's easier to ignore those you know as they cry out for help than to give them a hand and guide them to the life they deserve.

Cameron: three years ago

I stumbled into Jenna's bedroom window, drunk as ever. She was sitting on her bed. Not asleep or laying on it despite the hour of the night.