Chapter 2:

"You promise that you'll come back tomorrow?" He looked at me and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I promise." He said. I held him tight for a moment, then let him go, knowing that he would come back.

I went up the stairs and up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I made sure to click the lock before undressing. I slid my shoes and socks off, then I shed the waterproof winter coat to reveal a soaked long sleeved shirt underneath. I took off my soaking wet pants, trying to get as far away as possible from the water. Stripping down to my bra and underwear, I headed to my bathroom and gathered a towel and anything else I'd need. I turned the shower on and eyed myself in the mirror, mesmerized by my reflection. Whenever there's a mirror, I could stare at it for hours… just looking at me for no reason. Sometimes I'll look at the mirror and wonder how it reflects everything as it is so perfectly; sometimes wondering what color it really is, wondering how it reflects the light. I continued to do this while waiting for the shower to warm up. Once it was ready, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over me. I began to wash my body and let my mind run freely.

As my hand ran over my left calf, I felt my nearly purple scar that occupied that entire part of my leg. I've always thought of it as a battle scar. I was at a camp with a whole bunch of my friends from my church. We were playing a game, I don't remember quite what it was, exactly: but I do remember it required running. So, long story short, I tripped and fell on gravel and dirt running full speed. But, instead of sliding, adrenaline took over and I pulled something off so that it wouldn't be near as bad as it should've been. I knew that I was starting to fall; I could feel it, so I pulled myself into a ball as I hit the ground with perfect timing so I wouldn't hit the ground or anything. I didn't slam my back on the ground, but rolled like I'd been taking gymnastics all my life. I have never taken gymnastics, but being the twat that I am, I've done a lot of rolling in my time. So, as I rolled I had so much momentum that I came perfectly onto my feet, as if it was all planned perfectly. I came up with my hands in the air, smile on my face, everyone mouths gaping at me full of surprise that I could have that much grace from a clumsy movement. The second I came up I said, "Yeah! That was totally ninja!" Not feeling the pain. Everyone had their eyes on me and I FELT AWESOME. Until it started to hurt. Anyway, I was rewarded with a dozen long and short scrapes along my leg… There was a little bit of blood. After it healed, there was a scar that in some spots that turned purple and others lost their tan. After that everyone made jokes when they'd fall, or do anything awesome like, "I'm ninja like Aria!" or other funny stuff that I really can't remember.

I got out of the shower, pulling a warm fluffy towel around me to try and keep the heat in as I walked into my airy, cold room. I pulled my fluffy pajamas out of my drawer while stanching my hair with the towel, a bra and clean underwear already pulled on.

After getting dressed into my warmest pajamas, I went downstairs to say goodnight. It was almost ten thirty, and I was tired- but I didn't go to bed because I had to; but because I wanted to. I was on winter break for the next three weeks. I was just really in the sleeping mood.

I walked into the kitchen and found Trevor pigging out on ice cream that I knew he wasn't allowed to have, hiding behind the door of the fridge. I slowly crept behind him, before yelling, "BOO!" and tickling him, making ice cream come out of his nose. We both couldn't stop laughing as ice cream poured down his face; but once we calmed down I said, "Goodnight, I'm going to bed." He nodded and waved goodnight to me as I walked back upstairs.

I called out, "Goodnight!" before shutting my door, listening to the muffled yells of the rest of my family from all over the house wishing me to sleep tight. I locked the door behind me; I don't know why I do, it's a habit I've had since I was little. My parents understand, though; they got a key to my room after learning the hard way not to let their kids lock their door before they go to bed. I mean really. It just has bad idea written all over it.

I shut the light out and crawled into my bed, hugging my pillow; wishing it wasn't a pillow, but a someone. Ever since I was thirteen, I was always hugging my pillow; but especially after Xander. I didn't have anyone after him. After having my heart broken, well, I didn't want anyone… for a while. But now more than ever I was wishing I had someone to hold. I hadn't had any physical contact in a while; a couple years, actually. (More than a couple. Like, never stupid I thought to myself.) But not as long as Jack, I reminded myself. Jack had gone without it for a while, obviously in the same boat as me. I know this because, well, he almost kissed me. I could tell by the way he put his arm around me when he flew me down off the roof, the way he looked into my eyes. I blushed while remembering my time with Jack, hoping that he felt the same way about me that I did about him. My eyes trailed off as I slowly drifted off to sleep, a warm darkness slowly enveloping me in silence.

I woke up, but not at the time I expected. It was dark, and I heard my window open; then started thinking of the time of how the lock got busted. Trevor was really angry at me, and he began throwing anything he could get his hands on at me. So, obviously not wanting to be hit by a frying pan (don't ask how he found a frying pan out of the kitchen, it wasn't my idea to try to cook an egg on the roof on a really hot day,) I jumped to the bed, while the frying pan hit the lock instead of the window. I would've been in a lot of trouble if it'd hit the window, though.

The window slid open, and I felt a slight breeze come through it. I shot down the idea of it being a burglar. My room is on the second story, they'd probably come in through the guest room downstairs; after all, that window was right below mine and both windows had the protection of the back yard fence. Before coming to any conclusions, I looked over to the clock being as quiet as possible then seeing that it read 12:02 AM. When I looked back at the window through the mirror, I watched as someone had half their body inside and the other out, and they hunched over sideways putting their head in first before their right side of their body. I let out a sigh of relief as a familiar mop of white hair, blue jacket; brown cutoff pants and a staff crept their way into the room, closing the window softly behind him. Jack had said that he'd come back tomorrow; or now more technically, he said he'd come over today yesterday. Whatever, that doesn't matter. He came back; and being in the state I was, still hugging my pillow, well, I didn't mind a bit.

I haven't slept with anyone minus one time that doesn't really count. AND WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. I've had this friend that was a guy. His name is Daniel. I've been friends with him since before I could remember; which is like, forever. We were passing through town and stopped to spend the night, and after getting my pajamas on I didn't really want to sleep all alone. So I went to Daniel's room and fell asleep on the bed next to him. I was probably nine or ten, and he was older. I consider him like a older brother; he's funny and he played tricks on me- a lot. But I love him for it. His personality rubbed off on me a little bit; he taught me to have fun. I wouldn't be the same without him; actually, I'd be a completely different person. I've come to learn that it's the people in your lives that affect you, not how you're taught. How you're taught DOES make a difference, but not near as much as whom you're with.

Jack closed the curtains and set his staff down beside the window while looking over at me. Mind you, I was watching him through the mirror so he probably thought that I was sleeping. I watched as he crawled over having no problem navigating my spotlessly clean room. He stopped at the side of the bed behind me and pulled the blankets up, crawling into my bed behind me. He came close up behind me, so close that our bodies were touching, and I could feel him put his head on the pillow behind me and put his cool face in the back of my neck. I knew that he was cold, but I wouldn't have been able to tell. I'm always cold, like I said before, so he felt the same temperature as me.

I felt his breathing regulate as he relaxed; he obviously wasn't sleeping, but my best guess was that he was getting over the fact that he was in a girl's room, belonging to a girl that he just met only hours earlier. I felt a smile creep onto my face. I could stay like this forever. Being the age I was, almost all the girls I know, sadly, are not… pure like they used to be.

I scooted back so that Jack's whole body was pressing against mine, his stomach and chest against my back. I was glad that I had my heaviest and fluffiest pajamas on. It'd be embarrassing if I only had some underwear and a bra on. I closed my eyes as I felt Jack put his face into my neck while sliding his hand down my side and waist before stopping on my stomach, holding me close, wrapping his arm around me.

Okay, not the best chapter... But it will get better! I'm still kind of in the introduction phase; and yes, I know the story is moving a little (lot!) fast, I'm trying to get that fixed, but I have some chapters already written, and I like the writing but not the sequence of events... It'll (HOPEFULLY) be fixed up soon!

...or I'll just gradually improve my writing skills as I update! :D

Have a nice day, lovelies! XD

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