This is a story I might write. Can you comment and tell me what you think? I value everyone's opinions! ( P.S... The second part is the climax, which I wrote first. This is my first guy/girl fic in five years, so keep that in mind, too. )
"Are you going to cry?"
The question surprised Jessie. She didn't feel like crying; she felt like
screaming. "No, I won't cry," she said into the phone.
But then the forced quality of her voice reached her and her throat consticted
around the words. "Maybe," she added, eyes trailing around a pattern on her
mismatch bedding.
"We can still be friends."
That stung; Jessie didn't want to be friends with Duke. She wanted to love him...
well, she had. Now she mostly just wanted to strangle him.
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Jessie figided, reached over and undid her seat belt. Her eyes were haft closed as
she curled up in her seat and lay down over the center seat.
"What are you doing?" Cale sounded alarmed, throwed off balance. And why not?
a voice whispered quietly in the back of her mind. An ugly slut is practically
throwing herself at him.
"I'm so tired," Jessie said quietly, resting her head on his thigh and curling a hand
over his knee. It took so much energy just to say that much. "And cold," she
added, shivering violently.
Cale turned off the truck and Jessie shivered again, terrified that he was going to
kick her out, never speak to her again. But Cale leaned back against the seat, one
hand trailing through Jessie's hair. She could feel his eyes on the back of her head;
she was dizzy with how fast her heart was racing.
Jessie curled more tightly in on herself, most of her body fitting on the small
thirteen-by-fifteen inch passenger seat. Her shoulders were cushioned on the
center section of the bench seats in Cale's truck, her head on his leg.
"Jessie." Cale was whispering, preserving the calm. There was almost no sound
beyond the wind howling outside.
It was getting darker by the moment and Jessie wondered absently what her mom
was doing, if her sister had finished her homework while she was breaking down in
Cale's car.
"Cale... Cale, please don't leave me," she said, turning her face into the warmth of
his denim jeans. She wasn't so much shivering now as convulsing with a numbing
cold that had nothing to do with the winter months outside.
Cale's hand stopped it's soothing path over her hair. Jessie couldn't make herself
move, to leave the truck and avoid the wretched rejection coming her way. But
Cale surprised her; there was a grinding sound, Cale leaned back farther and
pulled Jessie into his lap. He pressed her shaking body against his, holding the
back of her head tenderly. She didn't realize she was crying until he reached up
and rubbed her cheeks delicately.
"What makes you think I want to leave?" Cale asked, head tilted up, staring at the
ceiling.
It took only a moment for the words to sink in, but Jessie went through hell and
back in that moment. She knew she must have snapped, dropping into a better
reality than the one where Cale rejected her, threw her out of the car, drove away
without a backwards glance.
But when everything had processed, Jessie sobbed in relief, crying harder than
ever. She buried her face in Cale's chest, hugging him tightly, desperate for this
moment to stay.
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