Chapter 5: Mending a broken heart

Liz Prescott felt miserable. She sobbed more and let the tears soak her pillow. She felt like a moron. She had been so desperate, too longing! Now because she had not played hard-to-get, or at least had taken it slow, Jesse no longer even liked her. She could never face Jesse Tuck ever again, as long as she lived. It was so strange, she would have never known that she would be in...that she would be in love with this Jesse Tuck, a boy she had no idea about! And for some strange reason, her heart felt broken. She felt so hurt...

Suddenly, the phone rang. Liz retrieved it quickly. "Hello?"

"Hey Liz," it was Charlie, "Good news, I'm coming home from lacrosse camp early!"

Charlie sounded so sweet, and after all Charlie was Liz's real boyfriend. "Cool," she said, "when are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow. I'll also be free the whole day, so we can hang out!"

"Great!" Liz exclaimed, "I'll see you then, Char."

"Cool. I'm on the bus now. Yeah, pretty low for me to take the bus, but my parents refuse for anyone to come and pick me up. They wanted me to stay for the rest of the summer."

"Why are you coming back anyways?"

"I just...okay, I got into a fight."

Liz couldn't help herself from laughing.

"Hey, it's not funny! I was protecting my friend Jerry from this idiot stoner kid!"

Now Liz felt better. Charlie was a knight in shining armor. "Well anyways, I'll be looking forward to you coming back, sweets."

Sweets? "Okay, I'll be looking forward to it too, Lizzie."

"Bye..."

"Bye."

Liz let Charlie hang up. She felt so excited, so refreshed. Forget about Jesse, she had Charlie! Charlie had been so sweet...he was a keeper. She felt that Charlie had just mended her broken heart, that had been in pieces not too long ago.

Jesse Tuck also had a broken heart, but that wasn't because of Liz. He was thinking about Winnie, his Winnie. He hated himself for leaving Treegap, when he could've hid somewhere and stayed to watch Winnie drink out of the spring, so she could live eternally also, and they could live happily ever after. Just like in those fairy tales Mae used to read to him when he was little. And now, Jesse was lying on his bed, or rather cot, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his long lost love. And as sad as the fact was, he would rather be in love with a deceased married woman than Liz, a beautiful living young girl who was his age. Liz was stunningly beautiful, but she was not her type. She was...just too much of a whore. And as long as Jesse Tuck was concerned, he would never even see Liz ever again. He didn't want to be her friend. He didn't want anything to do with her. Besides, she had a boyfriend, and even though she had been so flirtatious with him, she probably loved him more. And if her boyfriend Charlie ever found out about what went on between Jesse and Liz, trouble can arouse. Jesse didn't want any trouble. Right now, all he wanted was Winnie's love, which he would never be able to get. Winifred Foster was dead. Suddenly, Jesse wished he had never met Liz. Then he could've persuaded himself that Winnie wasn't dead, that she had drunk out of the spring, and now was in Paris, standing on the Eiffel tower, searching for him.

Idiot, idiot! He thought, even if I didn't meet Liz, I would know that Winnie Foster at least didn't drink from the spring at the age of seventeen! It had clearly said on her grave, and she knew it. Winnie had found another man, and had married him and had kids. And Liz was her granddaughter. Liz had looked so sweet, so innocent! With her shining straight brown hair and her beautiful blue eyes and her sweet, sweet, smile...the same smile as Winnie's! He had been so disappointed to know how ambitious Liz really was...and it hurt to think that. He had actually even loved her for a small while...and that hurt.

But now that didn't matter anymore. Jesse Tuck was deeply in love with his long estranged girlfriend, no, lover, and now there was nothing anyone could do about it. He had thought seeing Liz would drive his thoughts away from Winnie, but it didn't at all. It made drove him to those thoughts, and he all owed it to Liz Prescott. Now if only someone could mend his broken heart...