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Ch 4 - You Really Are An Asshole
The wind nipped at my cheeks and I instantly regretted not wearing a heavier coat. I sat on the end next to Allison and listened to Lydia ramble on about how awesome it was Allison's mother worked for a boutique.
I sat there watching the lacrosse team warm up for their practice and tried to push her voice out of my head. Obviously, fashion was not one of my brightest subjects
"Who is that?" Allison asked as we watched Scott take goal. I looked back to coach who was sitting next to Stiles on the bench. Scott never played goal. Hell, he never actually touched the field. Why would he put him there?
"Not sure who he is..." Lydia said as Scott looked up to us. "Why?"
"He's in my english class." Allison responded, not sure if telling Lydia that she thought he was cute was a good idea. Scott cocked his head at us as if he knew what they were talking about and I shivered.
"Scott."
"What was that?" Lydia asked.
"His name is Scott, Lydia. He's been in every single one of our homerooms since kindergarden." I explained to her.
"Oh." she simply said and went back to watching her boyfriend do jumping jacks at the end of the line in front of Scott.
The whistle blew and Scott fell to his knees, holding his helmet as if the noise was going to make his head explode. I looked back at the other players who were getting ready to aim and he still wasn't paying attention. I cringed as one of the players threw an unsuspecting ball at his head and he fell backwards into the net.
"Dick heads." I whispered as everyone started laughing.
I zippered my jacket as the wind picked up and I buried my face into my hands. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep.
"Are you okay?" Allison asked as Stiles started to cheer. I looked up at Scott who was standing in the goal with the ball in his net. He caught one. He actually caught one.
"Yeah, I'm just really tired."
"Sorry about this." She whispered trying to not let Lydia hear her. I couldn't be mad at her. I needed this. I knew I did. It would keep my mind off of everything, if even for a little while. I know making friends wasn't part of Roe's master plan on making it through the next three years of high school alive, but it could make it a little more easier. Right?
"No, it's okay." I smiled up at her as Scott caught another one. "It's fun."
She could tell I was lying, but the commotion on the field kept her from pressing the matter. Scott was catching them over and over again and Stiles was going out of his mind from the bench.
"He seems pretty good."
"Yeah very good." Lydia chimed in, much more interested in Scott now. Everyone got quiet as Jackson skipped to the front of the line but my mind traveled elsewhere.
My head was ringing and I was instantly nauseated. The world began to slow down and I couldn't open my eyes. I didn't want to open my eyes in fear that the sun would intensify the head ache.
It's all real Aliya.
My eyes shot open as I scanned the bleachers and the field for his voice. I stood up and nearly tripped as I backed away from Allison. The crowd watching the practice erupted and even Stiles' obnoxious cheering couldn't break this.
Everything is real.
My breathing intensified as I caught sight of him by the edge of the field. It couldn't be. Allison heard me let out a pained cry and a few people surrounding me stopped as well.
"Are you okay?" Allison grabbed a hold of my shoulder and I looked over at her. I ran my hands through my hair and glanced back to where he was just standing to see no one.
"I have to go." I pleaded for her to let go and ran down off the bleachers, careful not to break my ankles in these shoes. I stood at the bottom, turning rapidly trying to find him. Where did he go?
"Aliya!" Allison yelled after me in a panic. I looked back up at her, I could feel the wind chilling the tears that were falling from my face and everyone in ear shot was now staring at me. I held my breath as I tried to calm my breakdown.
They may think you're crazy, but I know you're not.
My heart stopped and I turned around again looking for him. He was standing by the parking lot leaning against a black Corvette. His familiar features were intesified by his black leather jacket and dark jeans. His eyes, the eyes I knew were glowing blue were hidden behind a pair of shaded Aviators.
"Ali!"
I heard his familiar voice but I couldn't turn away from this leather clad man. I was afraid that if I looked away he would disapear. He was real. It was all real. I knew it was.
"Aliya!" Stiles grabbed a hold of my face. He tapped my cheek and I glanced at him briefly and just as I had imagined, the man and the car were gone. "What's wrong?" He wiped the tears away from my eyes and as of now everyone was staring at us.
"Stiles take her to the nurses station!" The coach demanded as he huddled the rest of the team away from my commotion.
Without thinking I had shoved him away from me as hard as I could and he went falling back into a group of freshman girls.. They all screamed and shoved him back towards me and in the rush of it he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the bleachers and the judgemental eyes.
"Stop Stiles!" I cried as he continued to walk towards the school. We were far enough away from anyone hearing us and my legs were about to give out. He didn't stop though, he just kept dragging me along behind him. "Stiles!"
"No Aliya, I'm taking you home."
"I can't go home." I cried as I stopped walking. "My home is a pile of ashes."
"You know what I meant."
"Stop!" I yelled. "Just stop pretending that you actually care!" I yelled at him. I ripped my hand out of his and held it to my chest as the cold blood rushed back into my fingers.
"I do care." His confused eyes studied my own and I couldn't be around him anymore.
"The only reason you care is because you're obsessed with being involved with every psycho thing that happens in this town. If there's an accident you're there. If there's half of a dead body in the woods you're there. If there's a fire you're there. I saw you that night at my house!"
"I didn't know it was your house." He pleaded as he took a step towards me. I pulled away from him again and tripped over the curb.
"Hey are you okay?" Allison came running up the hill and helped me back to my feet. I stepped away from her and examined my tights that he ripped up the thigh exposing my burns.
"What just happened?" Lydia questioned as she reached the top of the hill. Jackson, Scott and Danny all ran up behind her and I felt my chest begin to tighten.
"I'm fine." I yelled as I walked away from them. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. I needed to get out of here and I was praying that the dude in the black corvette would come back because being with him at this point would be so much better than being here.
"I need to take her home." Stiles said to the group.
"I'll take her home." Danny said.
"No, I'll do it." Danny tried to argue with his offer but was stopped mid sentance. "Ali." He called after me. "Oh my god take this," he sounded aggrivated but he jogged after me anyway.
"Jackson!" Lydia scoffed as she stomped her heel into the pavement.
"Shut up Lydia." He called back at her rudely. "This is your fault. I told you bringing her to the practice would be to much for her!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. His arms wrapped around me and his fingers entangled my hair. This wasn't the Jackson I remembered, but it was the only familiar touch I know. He was the only one who knew.
"What is going on right now?" I heard Stile's shocked voice as Jackson whispered in my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tight. I could hear his voice crack as he told me it would be okay and when he finally let go I could see the redness in his eyes.
"I miss him too." He said as he wiped the tear away from my eyes. The one person that I thought would make my life hell was the only person that I found comfort in. "Come on." He whispered. "I'll take you home."
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked as he pulled up in front of Roe's house. He looked up at the small place and tried his hardest to hold back a cringe. That was the Jackson I remembered. I could just see him mentioning something about me coping without an indoor pool.
"Yeah." I smiled over at him. "Thank you."
"I'm always going to be here Aliya. People may think I'm an asshole, but you should know better than to believe it." He turned down his radio and looked back up at me.
"No, you're an asshole Jackson." I joked, "but you're the sweetest one I know." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before getting out of his Porsche. I thanked him again for the ride home and locked eyes with Stiles who had just exited his jeep. He saw that. I know he did.
"Hey..." He called out before I shut the door. I looked back at him and he tried his hardest to not show any emotion. "You'll never understand how sorry I am that I wasn't there. I just don't believe it yet. I can't. He was my best friend."
"I -" He caught me off gaurd and I didn't know what to say. "Come in with me. I have something for you." I smiled and nodded towards the house.
"I don't think I should." He looked over at Stiles who was still staring at us.
"What are you afraid of what people will think of you because you're talking to the crazy girl."
"Don't do that." He begged as he put the car in park.
"It's Stiles. What the hell is he going to say?" I scoffed looking over at the defeated looking boy who was shuffling in his pocket for his house keys.
"Won't Roe care?"
"Roe would probably run to her room and put on the sluttiest thing she owns if you walked into the house." I joked. She may have been older but even when Adam brought Jackson to our family functions she melted. She was only twenty three, but she never did believe us that he was only sixteen.. "She's not even here anyway." I told him as I realized her car was not in the driveway.
That was strange. I looked down at my watch and realized it was six oclock. Then it dawned on me that she had work at the diner and class in the morning. I had no idea how she did it and part of me felt really bad that she had to.
"Okay." he laughed and got out of the car. Stiles stared at the two of us as we walked up the porch together. I tried my hardest not to look at him, but I couldn't help it. I was really mean to him.
"I'll go get it." I said as I dashed up the steps leaving him in the foyer by himself. I dug around a shoebox of stuff that the firemen had salvaged and I pulled out a picture of the two of them during the first lacrosse practice their freshman year and his #32 Jersey.
I pushed the tears back and tried my best not cry. I couldn't cry anymore. I wiped it off with the sleeve of my jacket and headed back downstairs where he was examing a family picture Roe had hanging at the bottom of the stairs.
"Here." I whispered handing them to him. He took the jersey from my hands and looked up at me in disbelief. He held it tight in his hands and his eyes began to water. I watched as his jaw twitched and laughed at myself as I remembered telling him he should be a male model when he got older. It all seemed so long ago now though.
"Thank you Aliya." He said as he put the picture in his pocket and wrapped his arm around my neck. He kissed my forehead and shuffled back towards the door.
"Oh and Jackson," I said as he stopped at the door. "You really are an asshole."
"and you really are crazy."
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