Walk Away h.s punk/au

Chapter Twenty-Seven

a/n: please don't kill me. listen to the song on the side for full effect.  

Summer was my least favorite season, I decided in bed with Katherine, because it went far too quickly. The happiness and familiarity of the warmth that came with it left in a blink of an eye. It seemed like just yesterday that Katherine and I were lounging at the beach after she got done with work at the job she snagged at a record store. July rushed into August and August was flying into September. The smell of the salty was leaving our clothes and the gentle glowing tan that illuminated her skin was starting to fade and the easy, relaxing feeling was replaced by the anxiety of school or work or the hell hole of life that we all occupied. I knew Katherine could tell something was up with me, and I knew she would figure it out or corner me eventually, but right now I was just trying to hold on to what time I could with her. She would hate me for what I was going to do, but I’d analyzed everything and decided that what I was going to do would be best for her. I turned to face her sleeping figure and took in every single detail that I possibly could of her face, and how the sweat from a night of love still clung to her body and shimmered off the moon that penetrated through the window.  

All the words screamed over the past month at me swirled around into one collective thought from her parents. I remember her dad showing up at work while I was under the hood of a car.

 “Son, we need to talk.” I looked up seeing a look that was anything but good. “She thinks she’s falling, but she doesn’t really know what love is. Her mum and I haven’t shown her a good example of that. What I’m trying to say is, you need to leave her. End it when school will be starting for her.” I didn’t say no.

I had to leave. I wasn’t worth her time. She wasn’t going to have time for me. She didn’t need me. She didn’t love me. I was a waste of her heart. Logically, I shouldn’t believe this, I should know that Katherine would take a bullet for me, but maybe they were right. I was holding her back from her life. I came with more baggage than necessary.

Katherine kicked at the sheets beside me, rolling her body toward me. I was hours from losing the love of my life and I was wanting her in the most unromantic way. Her breasts were pushing out of the bra she was sleeping in. Her eyes fluttered for a second, focusing in on me. I was damned every time I looked into her eyes because they were like a puppy’s and once you took one look you couldn’t back away because it just seemed cruel too. She yawned softly, a small smile twinging at her lips. “Hi.” She barely whispered.

“Hey.” I repeated in the same tone, taking in the way the moon lit up her body in her bedroom. “What’s got you up?” I brushed through her hair, wriggling my body closer to hers.

She shrugged, sighing in what I hoped was blissful for her, but hope was an empty substance. Hope was truly worthless. I hoped our relationship would last. I hoped her parents would learn to love me. I hoped. I knew that things were good, for the controlling man I was. I knew her parents hated me despite the facade they put on. I knew that we had been together for six months. I knew we fell heavily into love. I knew I’d never get over her. I knew I was just as bad of a partner as Nick Sanchez. I knew a lot of things.

“Go back to sleep little kitten.” I encourage, petting at her skin. “I’ll be here, I’ll always be here.” The lie was bitter on my tongue and sickening in my stomach.

Nick’s P.O.V. (that’s new)