A LOT happens in this chapter, okay? And when you read what does happen, don't be surprised. I gave you fair warnigns in the text. I just hope you guys like this chapter. It really took a lot of thinking to organize it. Oh, and actually type it.

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Summary: (Partially AU) Jessica Mastriani - the well-known Lightning Girl - is waiting. Waiting for her savior - her knight in shining armor you could say. She isn't known for her patience, but for this one thing, she'll have to wait. Wait patiently.

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Waiting Patiently

Chapter 5

I really didn't feel like going to the damn party. Kevin was the one that was making me. Okay, so he wasn't making me, but he was acting so nice, that I thought he might have changed a little bit or something. But I learned that that was my first mistake. Thinking he had changed, I mean.

I went with him to the stupid party that was at one of his friend's houses. I did not really bother with befriending his friends. I mean, I met them and all, but they all seemed like assholes to me, so I just tried to avoid ever hanging out with them.

The party was in full blast when we got there. Kevin parked across the street from the house. Kevin got out and came to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I looked at him quizzically for a moment, then shook my head and got out.

He smiled down at me and took my hand in his.

Okay, he was acting really weird. It was kind of starting to freak me out.

I mean, he never held my hand in public. He said that he'd seem like a 'pussy' if he did, which I guess was true, considering his friends and all.

I shook it off and continued walking with him. When we got a little closer to the front door, he put his arm around my waist and steered me toward the entrance. We both got through the door to see a bunch of gyrating bodies grinding against each other to the vibrating music coursing through the entire house.

Okay, so maybe that was exaggerating it a little. But, still, I really didn't want to be here.

Kevin led me through the lot of people to a room off the back of the house. A couple of his friends were there and he introduced me to the ones I did not know. And, well, the one guy had a good grip on my hand. I understood why when I realized he was one of the guys I had punched in the face one time. He glared at me the entire time.

Ah, I see his nose was a little crooked from being broken.

My bad.

The other guys were looking at me strangely. Almost . . . leering at me. That's weird . . . and kind of freaky.

But I ignored it and talked with them for a while.

Then something - no, someone - caught my eye.

What was he doing here?

He was a Grit. He didn't get invited to these kinds of parties.

So what was he doing here?

Why was he here?

I looked away, though, before he turned and saw me looking at him.

Kevin, though, saw who I was looking at. I could tell he got a little angry and even more possessive than he all ready was. He tightened his grip on my waist, practically smooshing me next to him. It was, uh, rather uncomfortable.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance our way. And I saw the grimace that soon took over his face. When I saw that, I felt really horrible. Like really, really horrible. And suddenly the room I was in felt too hot and musty and stuffy. I had to get out of here. And fast.

"Kevin," I said to my boyfriend as calmly as I could.

He didn't even acknowledge that he heard me. I think he did here me, just he chose to ignore me. That really pissed me off.

"Kevin," I said, a little louder. He looked at me for a moment. Then he turned back to his friends.

Okay, that's it.

I pried myself from his arms and stepped away from him. "Kevin, I need to use the bathroom."

He looked at me and narrowed his eyes for a second, then assumed that I was sincere and nodded his head. "Okay," he said, "just come right back."

I nodded, even though I was sure I wouldn't come right back. I would probably escape to a more private part of the house, so I could be alone.

I would just walk home, but my house is far more than a couple miles from this house, so it would take a bit to get there. And even I knew that it wasn't so smart to walk home that much of a distance at night.

So I walked away to find the a quiet spot in the house.

As I was wandering, I noticed the front of the house was the most occupied. Oh, and the downstairs portion. Nobody really went upstairs, unless they were a couple and wanted to . . . yeah. But since I wasn't really all that interested in doing that with Kevin, I wouldn't be going there with him.

However, that's where I went to be alone. I walked up the spiral staircase in the back portion of the house and found myself in this office like room. It had a bed and all, but it also had a desk, computer, a few office chairs and everything. And then there was an attached bathroom, too.

The room was actually quite big, so I decided I could just lay low in here for awhile, until Kevin actually found me. I hoped that wouldn't be too soon though.

I climbed on the nicely made bed and positioned myself so I was leaning against the headboard. I curled myself up into a ball, my knees brought up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my knees and just sat there.

Well, that is, until somebody emerged from the bathroom. My head shot up in alarm and looked toward where the bathroom was.

What - ?

"Oh," he said, just standing there. I guess he, like me, realized what an awkward situation this was.

Why can't I get away from this guy?

I've been trying to avoid him for some time now, ever since he kissed me. It was my mistake for kissing him back - leading him on.

As much as I wanted to talk to him and be near him, I knew I just couldn't. I don't know what was stopping me, probably my conscience. That really doesn't make any sense either. I wouldn't be doing anything guilt-worthy by just talking to him. So why didn't I?

Oh, yeah, that.

Wondering what that is?

Well, the fact that I think I've fallen big time for this guy. I realized after I got home that night after he kissed me that the reason I pulled away wasn't because I felt guilty, it was because I liked the guy too much.

Rob looked around the room, as if searching for something. "Are you here alone?" he asked curiously.

I hesitated, then nodded.

He grabbed one of the chairs and sat down in it. Then he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I didn't think—"

But before he could finish his statement, I was all ready standing up and getting ready to get away. I just couldn't talk to him. I knew what the topic of conversation would be and I didn't feel like talking about it.

"Jess, wait," he said, standing up. "Please."

I don't know what it was. I guess it was the way he said 'please', but I just stopped short. And I turned around to face him.

He sighed gratefully. I guess so he didn't have to come running after me, maybe?

Wait, who even says he would run after me?

"Thanks," he said. "I - I just need to talk to you."

And as much as I did not want to discuss it, I wanted to hear what he had to say. I know, it sounds confusing, but its true. I just wanted to hear him out. Weird, but, well, it was true.

He stood there. Maybe he was waiting for my permission to continue? "Talk," I said.

I even saw a hint of a smile creep on his face. But maybe it was just my imagination.

"I just - can you sit down?" he motioned to the bed.

I shook my head. "I prefer to stand."

He looked defeated all ready. He just continued with what he was going to say. "Look, Jess, I just wanted to apologize again for how I reacted with you—"

"No need to apologize," I cut in. "It was just as much my fault as it was yours." Which was true, actually. If I had not led him on, he probably would have not kissed me. But then again, who knows? Maybe he was horny.

"No, there really is need to apologize. I just want everything to go back to the way it was before. Like it was in detention. I want us to be friends again."

"And pretend as if you hadn't kissed me?" I said, before I even thought about it. I immediately regretted it, though. I mean, I hadn't intended on letting the hurt creep into my voice.

Yes, I was hurt that he just wanted to pretend as if he had not even kissed me. It was like he was just throwing away the idea that I was even girlfriend material to him.

Then I remembered what Kevin said that time. 'They just want to get in your pants.'

That's probably what Rob just wanted, I guess, at the time.

He sighed and ran a shaky hand through his dark hair. "Yeah," he said, "yes."

And that's when I remembered that I had a boyfriend. Oh, no, my conscience didn't get the better of me this time. It was the fact that he was standing right behind me.

Well, I did not even know he was there until Rob looked past me and closed his eyes frustratedly. Then I turned around and saw Kevin there.

"What's this?" he asked, trying not to sound pissed off. But trust me, it made him sound even more pissed off.

"Fuck," I muttered.

He looked at me and grimaced. "Jess, go downstairs, I'll be right there."

I looked at him, fully intending on doing what he told me, since I really did not feel like dealing with his shit at the moment, but instead, the word, "No," escaped my lips.

Kevin looked at me as if to say, 'What did you just say?'

"I need to speak with your little friend here, Jess. Alone."

"Whatever you have to say to him, you can say in front of me."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Jess, just leave."

"No. How 'bout you leave, Kevin. You know what?" I turned to Rob. "Rob, leave, Kevin and I need to talk."

Rob looked at me strangely, then walked toward the staircase.

But Kevin's arm shot out and grabbed Rob's shoulder. "You're not going anywhere," he growled.

"Kevin! Leave him alone."

He didn't even listen to me. He was concentrating on Rob. In fact, he was about to punch Rob right in the face, but luckily I saw it coming and punched Kevin.

Who wears the pants in this relationship now, bitch?

Sorry...that was inappropriate.

Kevin was mad, I could tell. He turned to me and shouted, "What the fuck?"

Oh, yeah, I got him good. His nose was bleeding and everything. I guess I broke it, since it looked a little crooked.

Oopsie, my bad.

"You deserved it, Kevin. You've been being a real dick lately, you know that?" Then I got up the nerve to do what I had wanted for so long. "You know what? We're over, Kevin. I can't stand you anymore."

He softened immediately, as if I had not just broken his nose. "What?"

"I'm serious. I tried brushing it off, but I just can't stand it anymore! I can't stand you anymore!"

Rob, seeing Kevin wasn't enraged anymore, took that as his cue to leave. That was the mistake I made, letting him leave.

"J-Jess, come on, baby," he said, trying to coax me. "You don't mean it."

I laughed bitterly, completely pumped by rage. "Uh, I hate to break it to you, but I do."

And just like that, his rage came back.

Completely forgetting about his nose, he shut the door and locked it. "K-Kevin, what are you d-doing?"

He chuckled at me. "I want to . . . show you something . . ."

And then he came over to me and pushed me back on the bed.

Okay, no, this was bad. I was in a very bad position right now.

Then Kevin took the zipper of my sweatshirt and hastily unzipped it, ripping the rest of it off of me. Oh, believe me, I tried to stop him, but he was so empowered by rage that he was just so damn strong.

I fought against him, I scratched him and punched him, but he just didn't give a damn. I realized soon enough that this was really not good.

He was so far gone that he was going to rape me.

And, for the first time in my life, I was scared shitless.

He ripped my shirt off of me andmy bra, groping me in the process. I knew I'd have plenty of bruises tomorrow.

Then another thought hit me.

What if he tried to kill me after he was done with me?

That's when I broke out into sobs.

"Kevin," I tried again. "Please don't do this . . ."

But like I said before, he was too far gone. He was high off of rage and was only thinking with his dick right now. His other brain had malfunctioned sue to the massive amount of anger.

Then he didn't even bother unbuttoning my jeans, he just ripped them off my legs. That was when I screamed.

He was so close . . .

And then I fought as hard as I could. Kevin struck me across the face to shut me up, but that just made me fight harder and scream louder.

That was when my knight in shining armor made his appearance.

"You fucking scumbag," he said and ripped Kevin off of me, punching him in the face and the stomach. Those he definitely felt.

"You stupid bitch," Kevin said to me and punched me in the face.

And I thought he was harmless . . .

That was the last thing I heard and thought before I passed out.

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