rolled my eyes just as another text came in.
I no ur mad .
I huffed and typed up a quick message. Yes. I am. I pressed send and reached over the side of the bed for my bag.
I turned on my lamp on the end table beside me and went back to searching through my bag.
I pulled out my headphones, the notebook Rave had scribbled his name and number in, catching my eye. I grabbed the book out of the bag and sat up, opening it, flipping through them until I found Rave’s number.
I typed up a quick text. Hi. It’s Jesse.
My thumb hovered over the send key. I bit my lip and pressed the button. He obviously wanted me to text him or else he wouldn’t have given me his phone number.
Jake’s text messages kept coming through but I ignored them. I wasn’t in the mood for his apologies. He shouldn’t have said what he did in the first place.
A text notification appeared on the small screen. My heart leapt in my chest.
Hi there.
I smiled at Rave’s response. It was short and sweet.
How r u? I pressed send, my heart beating in anticipation.
Good. U? He was quick with his answer.
Several different replies came to my head. Did I want to be honest or lie? What if I gave away too much? What did I want to tell him? My phone rang, startling me. Rave was calling me. He was calling me? My heart sped up, my blood pounding in my ears. I pressed the talk button. “Hello?”
“Hello, Jesse,” His deep smooth voice, way too mature for a teenager, washed over me.
“Hi. Why…” I was going to ask him why he called but thought better of it since it sounded kind of rude.
“Why did I call you?”
“Well I was going to ask that but then I thought it would be rude. Not that I didn’t want you to call me…I just…” I was rambling and it made my cheeks heat more.
He chuckled lightly. “I called you to ask if you’re alright.”
I frowned. “How did you know something was wrong?”
There was a beat before he replied. “I had a feeling.”
“Well…ok…I’m fine though. Thank you for asking.” How did he know? No one knew what happened with Allan. Jake knew he was an asshole but nothing else. No one knew that he beat me. My heart sped up, quickening my breathing.
“Jesse?”
“I…oh God…” My head spun out of control. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs contracted and burned at the lack of air. My throat felt raw as I gasped in breath after breath.
“Jesse.”
“Rave…I…can’t…breathe…” Cold sweat coated my forehead and ran down my back.
My fingers gripped the phone as white spots danced in my vision.
“Breathe with me…deep even breaths, Jesse.” His voice was calm and collected but I couldn’t concentrate.
I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and leaned over. “Rave…please…” I didn’t know what I was asking him. For help maybe? But what could he do? Like me, he was only a teenager. But something pulled me to him. I trusted him. Needed him to be there for me and be patient with me.
“Jesse,” Rave’s voice came out stern, snapping me from my inner turmoil.
“Rave…I…” Hot tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t keep going through this. This pain, this heartache. God, I missed my mom. I had to see her.
“Breath with me, Jesse. Breathe damn it.”
A sob escaped my lips. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "Don't apologize. Are you alright?"
I took another deep breath, calming my racing heart. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good. I want to see you."
My skin heated, remembering our intense kiss from earlier. "I want to see you too but..."
"But what?"
"Rave, I..." I fiddled with the metal rings on my notebook, not really knowing what I wanted to tell him or even ask him.
“What the hell’s going on in there?” a bang sounded on my door, making me jump.
“Who’s that?” Rave asked.
“Why did you lock this door? Let me in, brat.”
Oh God, I hope Rave couldn’t hear what he was saying.
“Jesse, what’s going on?” Rave asked, his voice angry.
“I have to go.
I no ur mad .
I huffed and typed up a quick message. Yes. I am. I pressed send and reached over the side of the bed for my bag.
I turned on my lamp on the end table beside me and went back to searching through my bag.
I pulled out my headphones, the notebook Rave had scribbled his name and number in, catching my eye. I grabbed the book out of the bag and sat up, opening it, flipping through them until I found Rave’s number.
I typed up a quick text. Hi. It’s Jesse.
My thumb hovered over the send key. I bit my lip and pressed the button. He obviously wanted me to text him or else he wouldn’t have given me his phone number.
Jake’s text messages kept coming through but I ignored them. I wasn’t in the mood for his apologies. He shouldn’t have said what he did in the first place.
A text notification appeared on the small screen. My heart leapt in my chest.
Hi there.
I smiled at Rave’s response. It was short and sweet.
How r u? I pressed send, my heart beating in anticipation.
Good. U? He was quick with his answer.
Several different replies came to my head. Did I want to be honest or lie? What if I gave away too much? What did I want to tell him? My phone rang, startling me. Rave was calling me. He was calling me? My heart sped up, my blood pounding in my ears. I pressed the talk button. “Hello?”
“Hello, Jesse,” His deep smooth voice, way too mature for a teenager, washed over me.
“Hi. Why…” I was going to ask him why he called but thought better of it since it sounded kind of rude.
“Why did I call you?”
“Well I was going to ask that but then I thought it would be rude. Not that I didn’t want you to call me…I just…” I was rambling and it made my cheeks heat more.
He chuckled lightly. “I called you to ask if you’re alright.”
I frowned. “How did you know something was wrong?”
There was a beat before he replied. “I had a feeling.”
“Well…ok…I’m fine though. Thank you for asking.” How did he know? No one knew what happened with Allan. Jake knew he was an asshole but nothing else. No one knew that he beat me. My heart sped up, quickening my breathing.
“Jesse?”
“I…oh God…” My head spun out of control. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs contracted and burned at the lack of air. My throat felt raw as I gasped in breath after breath.
“Jesse.”
“Rave…I…can’t…breathe…” Cold sweat coated my forehead and ran down my back.
My fingers gripped the phone as white spots danced in my vision.
“Breathe with me…deep even breaths, Jesse.” His voice was calm and collected but I couldn’t concentrate.
I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and leaned over. “Rave…please…” I didn’t know what I was asking him. For help maybe? But what could he do? Like me, he was only a teenager. But something pulled me to him. I trusted him. Needed him to be there for me and be patient with me.
“Jesse,” Rave’s voice came out stern, snapping me from my inner turmoil.
“Rave…I…” Hot tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t keep going through this. This pain, this heartache. God, I missed my mom. I had to see her.
“Breath with me, Jesse. Breathe damn it.”
A sob escaped my lips. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "Don't apologize. Are you alright?"
I took another deep breath, calming my racing heart. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good. I want to see you."
My skin heated, remembering our intense kiss from earlier. "I want to see you too but..."
"But what?"
"Rave, I..." I fiddled with the metal rings on my notebook, not really knowing what I wanted to tell him or even ask him.
“What the hell’s going on in there?” a bang sounded on my door, making me jump.
“Who’s that?” Rave asked.
“Why did you lock this door? Let me in, brat.”
Oh God, I hope Rave couldn’t hear what he was saying.
“Jesse, what’s going on?” Rave asked, his voice angry.
“I have to go.
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