Author's Note: Again, thank you so much for taking time to read my story and review it! Your kind words mean a lot to me, really! As I said last chapter, I do not own the character Tate Langdon! He's from 'American Horror Story: Murder House'! The song that I chose for this chapter is 'Keep Holding On' by Avril Lavigne. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR THIS CHAPTER! LOL

*Not feeling well today. I'll see you tomorrow, babe. –Roman*

Jessimae read over her boyfriend's text and pouted. She was really looking forward to seeing him today. However, his health was definitely more important. "Hey! What the hell!" AJ yelled, as she saw Jessimae sitting on the park bench finishing her cigarette. "Uh…Hey AJ." She mumbled. She froze where she was walking and stared down at her best friend. "Uh…Hey AJ?! That's all I get from you after not answering my calls or texts?!" She shouted. Jessimae looked at her friend wide eyed. She's never seen her best friend this upset before. "I've been trying to text you to tell you that Roman changed his relationship status on Facebook to In a relationship! I swear I'm going to cut his balls off and…"AJ's ranting was cut off by a very amused Jessimae. "AJ, AJ! I know he did!...because I'm…I'm the one he's in a relationship with." She confessed. AJ's eyes widened so big that they looked like they were about to rip. "When…When were you planning on telling me and Brianna this? This is Roman Reigns we're talking about, Jess!" She freaked. "First of all, how many times do I have to tell you it's Jessimae. Second, I'm really sorry. It was nothing personal at all; I'm just…caught up in some shit lately that I haven't gotten to it." AJ looked like she was on the verge of tears. "So is this how it's going to be?! Now that you're dating Mr. Popular you don't need us anymore?" she blurted. Jessimae shot up off the bench and stood in front of her highly upset friend. "NO! AJ it's not like that at all! Why would you say something that?!" Jessimae practically panicked. "Cause this isn't you Jessimae! You always have time for me and Brianna! When do you ever have shit to do? You're seriously the glue between the three of us!" AJ continued her massive breakdown. Jessimae pulled her friend in for a tight hug. "AJ, you know I love you and Brianna more than anybody on this earth…well, with the exception of my sister of course." She chuckled. "I'm so sorry, and everything I've been going through is just too complicated to explain. Please don't cry or hate me. You two will always be my best friends." She pleaded, cupping AJ's face. AJ shook her head and cracked a smile. "God Jessimae, you're so hard to stay mad at." She giggled. "C'mon, let's go to school." Jessimae smirked, taking AJ's hand and skipping down the sidewalk.

"Did you hear about Jessimae and Roman?!" "Roman's with that?!" "How did I get rejected by that kid but he goes with her?!" "Wow, I didn't know Roman was interested in emo chicks."

That's all Jessimae and AJ could hear throughout the school hallways was nonstop whispering about her and Roman. People really did find it hard to believe that she was dating him, and with all the dirty looks from the girls and the very curious friends of his, it didn't really boost her confidence a whole lot. She stopped at her locker after surviving the whispering hallway quest, and noticed AJ was in another world. "What are you staring at?" Jessimae smiled. AJ didn't answer her. She continued to drool at the amazing sight down the hallway. Jessimae turned around and saw that AJ was staring at Phil Brooks. Also known as Punk. It was an obscure nickname, but it fit him well. "Looks like someone's into the new kid." She smirked, causing AJ to finally snap out of it. "Oh my god, he's too fucking hot." AJ blushed. "Well, go talk to him! He's new so he doesn't have any standards yet." Jessimae chuckled. AJ looked down and shook her head. "No way, look at all those attention whores already crowding him." She mumbled. Jessimae slammed her locker and stood directly in front of her sad friend. "AJ, you're hot as shit, no lie! Second, look at his shirt and book bag and stuff. He might as well tattoo I collect comic books on his damn forehead! And there's only three girls in this school that knows more about comic books than a damn comic store!...You, me, and Brianna! So go for it!" she smiled widely. AJ smiled back at her friend so hard that it had to hurt her cheeks and walked in the direction of the new kid, Punk. Who…kind of looked like Wolverine…With that beard, it was obvious he was a senior.

Jessimae was proud of herself for helping her friend out. Now she was starting to see why AJ referred to her as the glue of their group. As she was on her way to the girl's bathroom, she was pulled to the side by a strong arm. "Jon what the hell are you doing?" she freaked. "I'm sorry, Jessimae, but I have to ask you something important." He mumbled. Jessimae so badly wanted to walk away from this kid, but he was a damn chick magnet. He was just so hot and that voice was definitely something that girl couldn't just walk away from. "What?!" she snapped. "…Okay, midterms are coming next week…I uh…bum out in school and I really can't fail this. Would you help me study?" he nervously asked. Jessimae cocked her eyebrow. She was curious as to why he looked and sounded nervous, because the way Adeline described him the night that she met him…This just wasn't Jon. *This has to be one of his games to draw me into him.* she thought. "Of all the people in the school, why me, Jon?" "Because you've gotten straight A's every year of being in school." He explained while rummaging through his bag. Jessimae furrowed her eyebrows. "How do you know that about me? We only met this year and you have no classes with me." She asked. Jon sighed, not realizing what he accidentally spilled. "Because I asked Adeline. So what do you say?" he continued. Jessimae's head was practically throbbing from confusion. "Um…yeah sure. But uh…your place right?" she asked, hoping that Jon wouldn't want to take a step into her hell hole. However, she seemed to forget that Jon actually knew what went on in her place and wouldn't dare to enter in that. How he found out was still a mystery to her. "Yeah, my place is perfect." He nodded. Jessimae wanted to face palm herself at what she just agreed to do. Was this a famous Jon Moxley trick? She went to walk away, but realized something he told her earlier that just caught her off guard. "Hey Jon, why are you asking Adeline stuff about me and…not me?" she asked. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that she didn't catch that. He slowly turned around and shrugged his shoulders. "Because you scare me…that's why." He admitted. With that, they went their separate ways. Even though, a stunned Jessimae took a few seconds to finally turn around and walk to class. *The fuck does he mean he's scared of me?!* Boy, did she just want to smash his face into a locker for acting so damn strange. Never, has she come across a person that sent the oddest mixed signals. "Get out of the middle of the hallway bitch!" A big jock said while shouldering her and making her drop her books everywhere. "Never a dull moment." She sighed.

"I know that son of a bitch took it!" Saraya yelled going through Jon's laundry. "Well, can you hurry up and find it?! I hate when you drag me to this shithole!" Ashley scoffed. "Just suck it up and look for a twenty dollar bill. I know he snatched it from my pocket." She shouted from inside the closet. Ashley was completely grossed out. It was bad enough that she loathed Jon Moxley to begin with. Now she and her friend were playing FBI agents for a twenty dollar bill in his bedroom. "Does this mother fucker even know how to spell the word clean?" she asked, picking up a dirty t-shirt and throwing it. "This is Jon we're talking about Ashley." Saraya scoffed. "Yeah, I don't understand how you have sex with this kid." Saraya smirked when she looked over at his bed. The bed where Jon fucked her for the first time, but in Saraya's dark mind, it was the bed where she and Jon made love for the first time. "He's a great fuck." She chuckled. Ashley felt like she was going to vomit. Suddenly, Ashley and Saraya heard a male and female voice coming from the hallway. "Shit! Ashley c'mon in here!" Saraya panicked. "What do you mean?! I thought you said he didn't care!" Saraya began clearing the closet floor to make room for her and Ashley. "Yeah, well, I sort of lied. NOW HURRY!" She confessed. "UGH! Saraya!" she shouted, running into the closet after her.

Jon and Jessimae came barreling through the bedroom door laughing at what Jon just did to Sami at the park. "Jon that was so mean! You made him so mad that he left!" She laughed, throwing her bag to the floor. "It's too easy to piss him off! Besides you're laughing." Jessimae sat on the floor and pulled her books out. "Yeah, yeah I am. It was mean, but very funny." She smirked. Jon sat next to her and pulled all of his books out that were still brand new. His notebook was also full of blank pages, because when Jon said he bummed out in school, he meant it. "Hey, I'm really sorry about that Saraya thing the other day, too. I don't know what got into me." He said out of nowhere. Jessimae sighed and looked into his ocean blue eyes. "I told you I can't stay mad at you, Jon. Not with that face." She smiled, lightly pinching his cheek. At that moment Jon got a feeling that he had never felt before. Butterflies in his stomach, sweaty hands…never had a girl ever made him feel that feeling before. Honestly, it scared the shit out of him. Jessimae actually tried her hardest to stay mad at him for what happened. He did have somewhat of a scummy attitude, but when he flashes that smile and makes her laugh…she loses the battle every time. "Um…here's uh, my math book. It's page forty-two." He stuttered. "Um…I'm not doing this for you. I'm supposed to help you." She laughed. Jon scooted over so he was next to her. He was so close that his chin was practically on her shoulder. "I'll learn if I watch you." He smirked, sniffing her long black hair. Feeling his breath crawl up and down her neck made her breathing shallow. Jon felt that, and he enjoyed it. He loved the effect that he had on girls. They can say they hate him and act like it all they wanted, but Jon was a trap and he caught any girl he wanted at any time. He moved her hair to the other shoulder and lightly kissed her neck making her dizzy. Jon smirked when he noticed she wasn't stopping him and by the smile she was trying to fight off, he knew she liked it. Slowly, he used the tip of his tongue and lightly licked from her shoulder to her ear lope. "Jon c'mon, we got to do this." She nearly whimpered. "You know you like it." He growled in her ear. Unfortunately, she did like it. She liked this a lot and knew it was wrong, but Jon was a kid that you couldn't control yourself around. There was no denying to herself anymore that she really liked this kid. Jessimae didn't say anything. There was nothing she could say. His touch, his breath, his voice, just had her pinned and speechless. Jon proceeded to kiss her neck and suck on her pulse. What they were clueless about is Saraya and Ashley were watching this whole show with their jaws to the floor. Their eyes just couldn't stop meeting each other's. "Um…Anyway, what on page forty-two are you having trouble with?" Jessimae was just barely able to finish her sentence when Jon pulled her face over to his and crushed his lips against hers. Her mind was completely jumbled. She liked Roman and wanted to be with him so much, but she now realized that Jon was reaching for her heart, and was having trouble pushing him away. Her eyes tightened shut and her heart skipped a few beats. His lips were…were perfect on hers and he was so gentle. More gentle than she expected Jon Moxley to be.

He slowly layed her down and crawled between her legs. Jessimae ran her fingers through the curls on the back of his head and pressed him harder against her lips. Their tongues not missing a beat with each other as his hand roamed up and down her thigh. She could feel his hand starting to go under her skirt, but she didn't worry about it too much being that she had leggings on under it. It wasn't even striking Jessimae at this point as to what she was doing."Psst! Ashley, give me your phone!" Saraya whispered, watching them through the slightly cracked closet door. Ashley gladly handed her phone over as both girls had the most sadistic smiles across their faces. Saraya snapped a photo of Jon and Jessimae making out and immediately sent it to everyone on her contacts lists. That was always Saraya's problem since she was little, and part of the reason why she and Sami never got along. She never thinks about what she does or says until shit's already been done. Over the years, Saraya has made some of the biggest mistakes of her life by not using her head, and little does she realize the damage she just caused by pressing that send button. "I'm tired of this bitch fucking with Roman's feelings and getting away with it!...Caught ya!" Ashley laughed.

As Jon was slowly grinding up and down between her legs, she began to feel his bulge getting harder and harder. That was what snapped her back into reality and pushed him off of her. She quickly gathered her things and ran out of the room. "I'm sorry, I…I have to go!" she freaked. "Jessimae, wait please!" he begged for her to come back. "No this was a mistake, Jon!" Tears started welling up in her eyes. "Please, Jessimae! Just think about this for a minute." He called out, slamming the front door shut as she tried to open it. He cupped her tear covered face and laid his forehead against hers. Neither of them even knew themselves at that moment. "I'm so sorry Jessimae! I didn't mean to…you're just…I…DAMN IT!" he yelled, turning around and punching the wall as hard as he could. "What Jon. Say it. Stop putting a wall up and just say it! Tell me why you're scared of me!" She cried, leaning on the door. "Because I like you a lot Jessimae! I ask Adeline these things about you because I'm scared to get close to you, but at the same time, I want to know you! …But whenever I end up near you or talk to you…I can't even see straight. Your presence does something to me, Jessimae, and I can't explain it!" he confessed, running his hands through his honey blonde hair. She was silent, and yet again, confused. "So you're scared of…falling…in love with me? …Why, Jon? What scares you so much? You're a human being. You think you're never going to be in love?" she whispered, walking up to him and holding his wrists. "This isn't me, Jessimae. I don't even know how to spell relationship! But for some reason this is all I want from you! I know we haven't known each other long, but you have a gift or something that draws guys to you, because you make me feel things that I didn't even know were possible to feel. Hell, you got with the most popular kid in Red Land!" Jon took a deep breath and finished what was on his mind. He knew he could only feel better if he told her everything. "I'm afraid to finally fall in love with someone who's going to choose another guy over me. Because I don't want my first love to be a waste." Jon nearly stuttered out, but finally admitted, not only to Jessimae, but to himself.

Jessimae was at a loss for words. How did an unpopular loser that she felt she was end up in a heartbreaking love triangle like this? She wanted to sink in what Jon had just explained to her, but couldn't shake off how bad she just betrayed her boyfriend off her mind. I…have to go, Jon." She sighed. Jon hurried over and stood in front of the door to block her exit. "Please stay here, Jessimae. I won't try anything on you. I just…really want you here." He pleaded. Before Jessimae could speak up they head throats clearing across the room. "Awe, I hate to break up your little moment." A vicious voice spoke up. They both shot their heads over to see Saraya and Ashley standing their smiling. Jessimae felt her skin melt and her heart drop to her feet. "Why are you bitches always here?! What are you going here Saraya?! Sami moved out for a goddamn reason! And who the hell are you?!" he shouted pointing to Ashley. "I'm the girl that just witness this slut over here hurt Roman, again." She shot, glaring at Jessimae. "I came here to find the twenty dollars you stole out of my pocket when I spent the night last weekend. Saraya chimed in. Jessimae looked over at Jon stunned when she heard her say spent the night. Jon shook his head in defense. "Jessimae, it was…" "You're a fucking pig, Jon!" she cut him off as he was trying to explain. "You go through all that with me about your new found feelings, but you decided to leave out the fact that you were screwing this girl last weekend?! Thanks Jon thanks a lot." She snapped. Jessimae was fuming. She pushed him out of the way and stormed out of his house. "Wait, Jessimae! I forgot the share the juiciest part!" Saraya shouted, running after her. Jessimae turned around and noticed Jon slammed the front door and didn't follow them out. As much as she wanted nothing more than to kill him…the fucking nerve to let her go like that.

"What do you want Saraya?!" she snapped. "For you to see the beautiful photo I took of you and your second boyfriend." She sarcastically chuckled while holding Ashley's phone in Jessimae's petrified face. "Not only is Roman about to get this picture any minute, but the entire school is about to see your true colors, Miss Jessimae Miller." Jessimae just wanted to fall off a bridge right now. Deep down she was praying that Saraya was just fucking with her, but she's known Saraya since they were in first grade, and knew that girl had some screws loose up there. "I…I thought we were friends Saraya." She whispered, finally finding some words to form. "Um…that's the speech I should be giving to you! I thought you were MY friend Jessimae! But twice, I catch you fooling around with my boyfriend! Jon was the only thing I've ever wanted! But you always got in my way!" Jessimae furrowed her eyebrows and cocked her head slightly. Now she was lost. What the hell was Saraya unraveling here? "W…What are you mean always got in your way? Jon and I have only gotten involved in a few encounters, but nothing major." she stuttered. Saraya huffed and wiped her tears off her cheeks. "Ever since sixth grade, all I ever wanted was to be with Jon. I had him at a lot of points, at least I thought, because for as long as I can remember, you're the only thing he's ever talked about." She shot, poking Jessimae's chest. "What are you talking about, Saraya?" She whispered. "He gave me my first kiss, he took my virginity, and he was my first love altogether. But of course, all he ever had on his mind was you Jessimae! That's why you're so hated in school! Because of me! That's right, I said it! People bully you, because of me! You took my man, I took your dignity." She absolutely snapped. Jessimae was shocked. Actually, shocked was a major understatement of what she was feeling right now. She couldn't believe what just came out of this psychopath's mouth, and she was surprised that she found it in her to form a coherent sentence. "How…How could you do that to me, Saraya? I met him this year about three months ago! I was completely unaware of that kids existence my entire life!...No, no…there's no way all that can be true. You're out of your mind! I met him three fucking months ago, I'm telling you, Saraya!" Jessimae was trying to defend herself, yet, at the same time was trying to make sense of all this. "Jon's a hell of an actor, Jessimae. He knows exactly who the hell you are. He's great at making it look like he doesn't know you at all, doesn't like you, and isn't interested in being with you even though he's in love with you!" Saraya started to sob. Jessimae had to take a deep breath. It was definitely going to take a while for all of this to sink in. She started pacing and kicking rocks into the grass. *Wait…Jon's been in love with me before I even knew him? How the fuck is that possible?! I've never seen him until this year!* she ranted in her head. "But…But he doesn't love me." She whispered. Saraya shook her head in amusement. "Yeah, I'm sure he's made it look like that all these months. I told you, he's a hell of an actor." She scoffed, leaving her with that and finally walking away.

Now it was left for Ashley to get her word out. Even though Jessimae was barely listening from the massive ear full she just got from Saraya. "With me knowing Roman since eighth grade, don't expect a kiss and friendly smile this time. You really fucked up, Jessimae." She mumbled, following her friend up the street. Jessimae was left in front of Jon's house in tears. She was washed over in confusion, hurt, and embarrassed. She couldn't think of anything that could be worse than this right now. Jessimae was bullied her whole life, but nothing came close to how horrific this was. She needed Roman more than anything right now. Unfortunately, he was looking over a hurtful picture message that was ruining her life at that moment. "Hey girl, you okay?" Scotty smiled when he walked up to Jessimae. It was obvious he just got done food shopping. His smile immediately disappeared when he saw her eyeliner reaching down to her chin. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, wiping her tears away. This is why every girl loved Scotty. He was an ass when he wanted to be, but he was gentle and caring when he had to be. Scotty was the perfect comfort friend to have. "I…I really fucked up Scotty." She stuttered, and speed walked away. Scotty was confused until he pulled out his beeping phone and opened the photo from Saraya. His eyes got wide. "What the f…JON!" he yelled, running into the house.

Jessimae walked down the street and walked into the empty park where she and Roman hung out the other night. She slowly walked over to the swing set and watched the storm clouds above her release their rain. All she could pray for was for lightening to strike her swing and end her right there.

An hour went by of her pondering about every bad thing that happens to her in life. She couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted her mom on that swing next to her. The last place she wanted was to go home, because of her dad. She didn't want a billion questions from Adeline about the picture. All she could do was sit and sulk. Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of her and the engine turned off. Her heart sank back to her feet as she watched Roman get out. When she saw his phone in his hand and the steamed look on his face, she prepared herself for the worst.

He walked up to her as she watched the angry look disappear to a sad look. Roman didn't like to see this girl sad, knowing everything she goes through daily. Even though he demanded an explanation for this photo and was still hot under the collar about it, seeing her sad immediately brought him sympathy.

"You weren't home…uh, Adeline said this is where you like to go to be alone so…" he trailed off. Jessimae didn't say anything. He saw that she had been in hysterics judging by her puffy eyes and smeared makeup. "Roman, I…" He stuck his hand up indicating that he wanted her to remain silent. "All I want to hear from you is an explanation of this picture and why Saraya Callihan, of all people, is sending me this!" he shot. "Okay…I um…I went to his house to help him study for the mid-terms…He was toying around with me and I didn't stop him…I tried not to think much of it until he kissed me. As you can see…I lost the fight and kissed him back. I should've stopped him bu…" "But you didn't." he cut her off, slightly startling her with the tone of his voice. "You told me you didn't like him, Jessimae!" She looked down at her muddy chuck taylors and sobbed harder. "I…I really thought I didn't Roman. If I could go back…" "Well, you can't! You lied to me, cheated on me, and because of you, Saraya humiliated me! I really thought you were different, Jessimae, but you just proved to me that every girl in this district is the fucking same." He snapped, with tears starting to well up. "Roman I am different! I made a mistake!" she cried. He shook his head and played with his fingers. He was so hurt he could barely look at her. "Yeah, you're not the only one. I hope he makes you happy." He scoffed, walking back to his car. Jessimae eyes got wide as she started following him at a quick pace. "Wait are…are you breaking up with me?" she started to panic. Roman quickly wiped the tear that slid down his cheek. He couldn't find it in him to turn around. "Yeah…yeah I am." Getting in his car and speeding off. Roman knew he was young, but he already had everything he wanted in his rich football/wrestling family life. All he wanted right now was a girl and to fall in love. That girl, he finally found…Or so he thought.

A panic attack swam over Jessimae's body as she sat down in the wet grass and tucked her head between her knees. She cried for what seemed like a year. Her phone buzzed as she looked at the texts from Brianna and AJ freaking out over the picture that got sent to them. She didn't even bother replying. There was really nothing she could say. When she clicked the button on her iPhone that took her back to her home screen she noticed her background. It was a picture of her and Roman when he playfully forced her to take a selfie with him in home room a few weeks ago. It was a cute picture and probably Jessimae's favorite one of herself. It may not be long between these two, but it definitely had felt like more than two to three month with these two. The pain of him breaking up with her and Jon not even knowing what way was up let alone caring about her whereabouts was indescribable. To Jessimae, it was official, it was impossible for her to be happy.

Another break down came upon her forty-five minutes, but it started to grow more into anger. All she had to do was say no. That's all she had to do was push him off and leave, but no, she just couldn't contain herself. Jessimae stood up and chucked her phone at the tree next to her as hard as she could and watched it explode into a million pieces. She took off running down the street.

"TATE! TATE PLEASE OPEN UP!" she cried, pounding on his door. The door quickly opened as Tate pulled a broken hearted Jessimae into his house. It was so quick it was as if he didn't want anyone to see. "Jessimae, what happened? Are you okay?!" he panicked, while pulling her long black hair out of her face. "I messed up, Tate! I messed the fuck up! I cheated on Roman!" she cried into his chest. She was feeling depressed and angry at the same time, and Tate of all people, knows how dangerous that combination is. I thought you really liked this kid, why would you do that?" Jessimae let go of her friend and ran her fingers through her wet hair. "I don't know Tate! I'm so confused and lost! I never thought I'd be in this situation in my life, I just need you, please!" she sobbed. Tate walked up to her and cupped her face. "I'm so sorry, Jessimae. You'll be okay. I promise." He whispered, pulling her into him and hugging her tightly.

*Hours Later*

Jessimae sat in front of Tate's fire place watching the flames crackle and pop while Roman and Jon swam through her little head. She cocked her eyebrow when she thought she heard women's shoes walking behind her. "Here you are my dear. I made you some hot chocolate." A very familiar, but mysterious woman's voice spoke up. Jessimae took the hot chocolate and looked up at the woman. "M…Moira?" Jessimae whispered. She smiled down at the sad girl. "Oh so you do remember me?" Jessimae couldn't believe that she was standing there, because she remembered everything Adeline told her about this house, and especially Moira O'Hara. "You don't have to be afraid, dear. I'm here for you." Moira whispered, kissing the top of her head, and slowly walked into the kitchen. However, to Jessimae's surprise, she wasn't afraid at all. She didn't feel threatened by the house anymore or anyone that could possibly be in it. There was a slight comfort that she started to feel, especially now that Moira told her she was there for her. It was pretty bizarre to do so, but Jessimae let it roll off her shoulders. She was at that point in her tiring life where nothing surprised her anymore.

"How are you feeling?" Tate asked, walking back downstairs with more pillows and blankets. Jessimae smirked as he sat down next to her. "Are you aware that you might not be…alone here?" she mumbled. Tate looked down at his feet and smiled. "Yeah, I know about Moira, Jessimae. Trust me, she's no harm. As weird as it might sound…she's been a better mother to me than my actual mother had ever been." He chuckled. "You don't seem scared at all…about any of this." Jessimae put her hot chocolate down and put her hair in a bun. "Tate, there's only a few things that really scare me. My father, me never seeing Roman again, losing my best friends, and Jon Moxley." She laughed. "Who's Jon Moxley?" Tate asked. Jessimae zipped up the sweatshirt Tate gave her and sighed. "He's um…nobody." She whispered.

"I lost my temper at the park and destroyed my phone. For all I know Roman could be trying to text me right now because he has a change of heart." She huffed. "Doubt it, sounds to me like you really hurt this guy." Tate chuckled. Jessimae shot a death look at her friend. "Thanks Tate. That really helps me right now." She said sternly. "Sorry, I don't realize when I do that sometimes." He mumbled. "It's okay. You're right anyway whether I like it or not." She whispered.

Jessimae drank more of her hot chocolate and tried to prevent more tears from falling down. "Jessimae." "Yeah?" She asked, looking over at Tate. Tate looked at her and cocked his eyebrow. "You just whispered my name." she chuckled. "No I didn't." He shook his head and poked the fire wood with the stick. Jessimae furrowed her brows and looked around her surroundings trying to find the source of the voice. It definitely wasn't the voice of Moira. However, with Tate being there with her, she felt safe and rolled the whispers off her shoulder. "So your dad doesn't care if you stay here with me?" he asked. Jessimae rolled her eyes. "Tate, my dad doesn't give two shits about what I do or where I'm at. As long as I'm not in front of him." She scoffed. "And I hope you don't have plans tomorrow, because I'm not going to school." She added. "Cool! I'm not doing anything tomorrow so that should be fun." He smiled.

The only noise coming from the living room for the next fifteen minutes was fire crackling and Tate adjusting the wood. "I know that I may not look the most convincing and sympathetic sometimes…but I really am sorry about what happened today, Jessimae. What you did to Roman wasn't smart, but you're only a seventeen year old girl. You didn't deserve that." He mumbled. His caring statement definitely sounded convincing. Once again, she couldn't control the tears streaming down her cheeks. Jessimae did not like rushing things, but something told her that she developed stronger feelings than she would've expected for Roman. "Tate…Can you hold me?" she whispered, wiping her tears away. Tate looked over and smiled as he watched her lay down. He crawled over and laid down behind her as he buried his face in her hair and rubbed her arm in front of the relaxing fire until his sad friend fell asleep.