Hey guys. :)
Sorry for the last short chapter, but I'm making up for it wit this chapter. :D
Riss. Xx
"Where's Oliver?" Schuyler quietly asked herself. She wanted to go home, but Oliver was no where to be found. Maybe she could walk? No, she was too tired to walk, but she was desperate. All the music made her head pound.
Ollie I don't know where you are but I'm going. It's late. And I'm tired. -Schuyler
She put her phone back in her leather jacket's pocket and started to walk. It was like the floor was playing a game on her, and she found herself struggling to walk properly. But she made it outside, and started to walk, but was about to stumble. Out of nowhere, a figure made sure she was stable.
Schuyler groaned. Jack Force. Again. How many more times would you come across him a day?
"I don't think you should go home like this. Or alone." Jack smirked.
"Leave me alone. I'm tired." Schuyler complained, while feeling her forehead with her hand.
"At least let me give you a ride?" he suggested.
"O-kay." she croaked.
"I don't feel so good.." she admitted while collapsing.
He caught her just in time, but she wasn't waking up. He sighed and sat her down on a park bench.
Schuyler opened her eyes and found herself on a park bench, leaning her head on Jack Force's shoulder. He had an arm around her. She felt dizzy so she stood up and headed towards the pond.
Jack opened his eyes. He had nearly fallen asleep. Schuyler wasn't next to him, where had she gone?
"Schuyler what the hell are you doing?" he asked, running towards her.
Schuyler was in the pond. She giggled like a little girl.
"I like ducks." she said, while splashing around.
He was standing at the edge of the pond, daring not to get his clothes wet.
"Schuyler, come here. How many drinks did you have?" he wondered.
She put two fingers up representing how many drinks she had and composed a sad face.
"I'm thirsty." she said.
Jack frowned. This was one hell of a crazy girl. He stepped into the water and went towards Schuyler.
"We're going home." he said, while lifting her up.
"Nnooooooo!" she shouted, trying to splash him.
However he didn't release his hold, so she started throwing punches at him.
"Let me go!" she blubbered.
Eventually she gave up and found out her punches didn't do any harm. So she put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. They were both soaking wet, and the wind made her shiver.
"Jack..." she mumbled.
"What?" he asked, with an annoyed voice.
"I'm sorry." she apologised making another childish sad face.
His mood changed and laughed.
"It's okay." he said.
"This is your house right?" he asked, stopping.
"Ummm, I think soo?.." she thought.
He let her go on her feet. She scratched her head.
"Thhhannkksss." she thanked while giving him a hug and let go..
Jack grabbed her hand, stopping her from turning around and pulled her close. Their faces so close, they could hear each other's breath. He moved his face closer, their noses touching and lips just an inch away. He didn't kiss her, instead he brushed his lips against hers.
"Goodnight."
Schuyler gave him a small peck on his cheek and went indoors, waving to him.
Jack grinned at her, and started walking off.
The next day, Schuyler's head was feeling much better. In fact her whole body was better. She flexed her joints and stretches her arms. Time to get ready for school. Her wet soaking dress from yesterday was on her table. Yesterday was a late night. She put on her black tights, converses, purple worn out ruffled skirt that was quite short, black thick strapped singlet and her leather jacket from yesterday night. It was surprisingly dry, but it was still a bit cool.
She walked to school alone and met Oliver and Dylan there in whispering.
"Hey guys. What's up?" she asked, wanting to interrupt their quiet conversation.
"Aggie Carondolet passed out dead, last night."