chapter 2.21
Jackson
There we were in a stand off. I was pissed because she was acting like a first class bitch and she was pissed because I lied to her.
There we were in a stand off. I was pissed because she was acting like a first class bitch and she was pissed because I lied to her.
I didn’t know what to do. Everything inside me said to bolt. I wasn’t happy and she wasn’t happy. Why was I holding on? It was just a high school romance. Nothing more.
“Listen,” I said almost in a whisper. “If you’re that miserable with me then let’s just split. It’s not working.”
Instantly, she broke down and warbled, “It’s just that you always want to spend time with Ro. I’m sorry if I’ve been acting crazy, but I don’t understand it.”
There was something about seeing a girl cry that turned me into a pile of mush. She did have a point. I was spending more time with Ro than ever. Maybe if I stopped, she’d go back to the wonderful person I knew. The totally awesome girlfriend who talked about vampires and werewolves and joked about aliens.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You’re right. I’ve been spending too much time with Ro. I won’t do that anymore.”
Raising her head, she asked, “You mean it? You’d do that for me?”
Pulling her toward me, I wiped her warm tears. “Yeah,” I murmured.
I brushed the hair out of her eyes, saying, “And I’m sorry for being such a first class asshole.”
The winter wind swirled through her hair, and all I wanted to do was be with her. Brushing my lips over hers, I ached to go somewhere alone.
“Oh, Jackson,” she breathed.
As we kissed, I could taste the salt from her tears but that only made me want her more. Our kiss deepened as my heart pounded. Then I realized we were in a public place.
Pulling back, I squeezed her close. She snuggled into my neck, sending shivers through me. I hoped we could go back to the way things were when we first dated. I decided not to think about this fight. Today would be fun. I’d make sure of it.
Ro
I felt so guilty leaving Jackson like that. I was sure he would be crushed after he broke up with that bitch. He needed me right now, and I was being selfish, having fun with my boyfriend.
“Babe,” I said. “I can’t leave him like this.”
Looking down, Eskandar said, “He’s a big boy, Ro. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but he’s my best friend. I know him. He’ll feel like it was his fault. Just let me see if he’s okay. Alright?”
Eskandar shrugged and nodded. I hated ruining our date, but I couldn’t have fun when I knew Jackson was hurting.
Turning back, I stopped in my tracks.
Jackson and Celia were kissing!
I was so mad, I looked away. I couldn’t take watching them.
“Looks like your mate is just fine then,” Eskandar said.
I shook my head. Something had to be done. No way was I going to sit by and watch Celia yank my friend’s dick around. Glaring, I said, “He’s anything but fine.”
Jackson
The day ended up being a blast. Celia went back to her fun self and we all got along great, having cotton candy wars and eating French food. By the end of the night, I wrapped my arms around my girl, so happy that things turned out great. Fireworks topped the night, exploding into showers of pink hearts and happy faces.
It was totally awesome.
But then when I looked over, he was gone. I shook my head. Must have been imagining things. I’d been reading too much of that series lately.
Winter
Scrolling through the headlines this morning, my mouth dropped.
Oh. My. God.
