Vanessa's POV
I sighed, I hate violence. That's pretty much why I haven't been talking to Jackson lately. I heard some noises. I got up from my bed and walked over to the window. I opened it and got hit in the face with a pebble. "OW" I yelped. Who hit me with a pebble? "Vaneeeessssssaaaaa!" A voice yelled. Jackson, great. I looked down and saw Jackson in a Black jacket with a hood. He had some red stains on it.
"What?!" I yelled. Did I mention it's 12:30 AM?
"Look!" He said pointing to a wall. I gasped. It was a painted picture of him being a fool and me being a queen. It said in bold hot pink below
I'M A FOOL FOR VANESSA 3
I looked down and he took of his hood and I gasped again. He had a black eye. A bruised cheek. A slit open lip. And his arm was bleeding, staining his jacket. "What Happened?" I asked "Graffiti, some dudes, me, me jacked up." He said "They beat you up?" He nodded. He went through a beating. And he did that beautiful graffiti, for me? I guess I can forgive him.
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Yeah, I need to get over things next chapter is a pool party! Sorry I was at Hawaii! BYE OKAY BYE!