I peer into Jaxon's confused face which probably reflects mine. He takes in my tear stained, puffy, red face and then lets his arms fall as he steps back. Tears are still streaming down my face and even as I try to stop them, they don't.
"Why are you crying?" Jaxon's deep voice rumbles. I don't know if its because he shows no emotions or if I just need to vent, I start telling him everything starting from Jenn's death. Halfway through my rant, we start walking to the park where we take a seat on the swings. As I conclude telling him everything, I feel the weight lift off my shoulders. My bare feet kick at the sand on the ground as I wait for him to reply. As I sit in silence, I look up at the clear, dark sky and close my eyes. I don't know how long I sit in the dark swinging my feet and face up in the sky. I've finally given up on getting a reply for Jaxon when his low voice pierces the silence, I jerk my head towards him and almost lose my balance.
"So you threw up on your date and he still chased after you?" His question throws me off and I find myself laughing. Jaxon looks at me like I'm crazy and confusion flickers on his face. When I'm finally able to control my laughter, I reply with a smile,
"Yeah, yeah he did." Jaxons eyes don't leave mine as he says,
"Do you think he's going to ask you on another date?" I let out a breathy laugh and then shake my head. There's a ghost of a smile on Jaxons face as he add, "If he does, he's a catch, isn't he?" I nod my head and then question,
"So what about you? What's your story?" Jaxon seems to have fallen into deep thoughts and when I nudge him with my foot after a few minutes, he stands up and faces me.
"Maybe some other time." I stand up too, picking up my heels, and follow him as he starts making his way to the sidewalk.
"Does that mean there will be another time?" I ask as we reach his white BMW. I linger on the sidewalk as his hand touchs the drivers door.
"I mean we always seem to bump into each other so I'm pretty sure there will be some other time."I smile and am about to turn to walk to my house when his voice calls out as he add, "Get in." I raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and he elaborates, "I'll drop you home." I walk towards the passenger side and slide into the black leather seats. The first thing I notice is that the car is spotless and there's a beachy smell lingering inside it. Jaxon slides into the drivers seat and puts on his seatbelt before starting up the car. He turns towards me with his usual impassive look and says,
"Don't throw up in my car." I scowl in reply and as he speeds up, I can't help but clutch onto my purse as I mutter,
"If you drive this fast, I most probably will." Jaxon doesn't hear me as he raises the volume to the radio until music is running through my veins.
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Stepping out of Jaxon's car, I immediately ntice the change of smell . The nice beachy smell has been replaced by the fresh crisp autumn air. I rub my hands together to warm them and I wonder how I didn't notice the cold at the park. I turn around to wave at Jaxon and with a stoic expression, he nods and speeds off. Quietly opening the front door, I step inside and place my heels on the ground. I start tiptoeing to the stairs until I see light leaving the living room. Mom sees me at the stairs and comes towards me.
"It's 12:30..."Mom starts but then trails off as she sees something on my face that must have given away the fact that I was crying.
"I went on a walk to the park."I answer even though she didn't ask. I wait for her to reply but she just shakes her head slightly and then turns around to go back to the living room. I watch Mom leave before escaping to my room. My feet immediately take me to my washroom and when I take a look at myself in the mirror, I freak out. A gasp releases my mouth as I see the dried up mascara running down my face, the smudged eyeliner and the matted clumps in my hair. I continue staring at myself and soon horror fills my mind as I realize that Jaxon saw me like this. Quickly washing my face, I strip and jump into the shower. Despite today being a horrible day, I don't feel anything. I don't feel regret, disgust or even guilt. In fact, I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.
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Three consecutive updates! Woohoo! This chapter was kind of small but I hope you guys liked it the same. So, do you guy think that Jaxon and Thea will bump into each other again?
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