Oh, snap!
She wasn't supposed to see me.
I was just going to crash here tonight and then leave early tomorrow morning before she could notice I was here.
I should've known better than to come here.
"What happened to your face?" She asked breaking the silence between us two.
I grimaced, remembering that I had my hood down. The cuts on my face were on full display for her eyes to see.
I never wanted a hole to open up and swallow me so badly, until then.
Before I could come up with some sort of an excuse, she entered the treehouse.
Moving to the left side of the house she grabbed something off the top shelf.
Turning back to me, I looked down at her hands to find a first aid kit in her hands.
She motioned for me to sit down on the couch, which I obliged to, curious to see what she was going to do.
Silently she opened the kit, pulling out antiseptic and ointment.
"You really don't hav-" Before I can even finish my statement she shhh me.
"Shut up and let me help," She spoke sternly giving me a look to not argue with her on this.
My breath hitched in my throat, as her face neared my own.
I watched as she diligently worked on cleaning my cuts, not looking at me once all her attention fixed on my injuries.
Unlike me who couldn't help but stare at her in awe.
Beautiful
Her naturally long lashes brought out her brown doe, making them even more captivating.
Her skin was clear of blemishes, the dark hue of her skin looking radiant in the moonlight.
Her full lips were pulled in a slight frown, yet looked extremely kissable.
Not now
Jesse Montogomery was and will always be the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life.
I hope she can't hear how fast my heart is beating.
"Aren't you going to ask what happened or even why I'm here," I asked, curious as to why she hasn't bombarded me with questions.
I mean it has been four years since we last talked, I'm sure she has questions.
"Nope," She replied catching me by surprise.
She pulled out some bandages to wrap around my fits seeing as some of the knuckles were busted open.
"It's not my place to ask," She continued gently placing my hands into her own as she worked the bandage around them.
"You'll tell me when you're ready, and if you never do, that's okay," She finished up stepping away as she completed fixing me up.
She was always patient with me, never pushing me to say anything that I didn't want to say. Of course, I always ended up telling her, but I always appreciated how she never tried to force information out of me.
" I had a match tonight. My opponent had rings on and that's how I got these nasty cuts," I said eyeing her reaction.
She froze for a second before she continued to clean up the mess and put the kit away.
"Did you win?" She asked after she put everything away, taking a seat.
Much to my dismay, she sat on the far end of the couch.
"Yes," I answered slightly distracted by the necklace that graced her neck, a small smile gracing my face.
She still wears it
"What?" She asked slightly confused.
"Um, you still wear it,"
Internally slapping myself, realizing that made no sense.
"The necklace, I mean you still wear it," I clarified, running a hand through my hair.
A nervous tick of mine.
"Oh, yeah I do," She said looking down at the necklace with a smile of her own.
"I'm surprised you didn't throw it out," I said half-joking and half-serious.
"I could never do that, it's the best gift I've received," She said gently her eyes peering into mine.
After a couple of seconds, she looked away, silence falling upon us.
I began to think about the times when we were together, that I tried too hard to forget.
But no matter how much I tried to deny it, I can't help but think about her every day.
Every time I see her in the hall and watch as she laughed with her own friends.
I couldn't help but be upset, envious that I wasn't the one making her laugh anymore.
The truth is I miss her, and not having her a part of my life kills me.
"Is it okay if I crash here? You have every right to say no seeing as I just broke into your treehouse. But, I don't have anywhere else to go right now and my mom can't see me like this," I practically begged.
The truth is I could just crash at Lance or West's house, but something drew me to her. This might be my only chance to be near her again even if it's just for a few more moments.
"Of course, you can, let me just grab you a blanket," She replied instantly, making her way out.
In less than five minutes she returned with a pile of blankets in her hand.
"It can get a little chilly at night, so I brought extra to keep you warm," She said shyly placing the blankets beside me.
"Thank you," I replied, grateful for the extra warmth.
"Anyway I should probably head back inside and leave you to get some rest," She said wrapping her arms around her waist.
"Okay," I said a biting down a frown, sad to see her go so soon.
"Thank you, once again this means a lot to me," I said expressing my gratitude once again.
"No problem," She replied giving me genuine smile, her expression soft.
"Oh, and Myles," She started
"You're always welcomed here, this is as much as my treehouse as it is yours," She said softly.
"Goodnight," She whispered gently before climbing out.
"Goodnight" I whispered back, my gaze stuck on where she last stood, her words replaying in my head.
You're always welcomed here, this is as much as my treehouse as it is yours.
That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
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I released a sigh of relief as I managed to close my bedroom door without making a sound.
It is currently 6 am and I've just accomplished sneaking into my house without waking up my mother.
Walking over to my bed I allowed my body to collapse onto the soft mattress, my body sinking into it.
Laying there I began to think about the events that transpired last night.
How her vanilla scent clouded my senses.
The way she cleaned my wounds with gentle tenderness.
The proximity of her face to my own tempting me to close the distance between us two.
Stop!
Stop thinking about her,
But, I can't,
No matter how hard I try.
A groan slipped from my mouth, the aggravation I felt towards myself apparent.
Looking at the clock on my bedside table I saw that I had thirty more minutes before I have to get ready.
Closing my eyes. I decided it would be a good idea to get in a bit more sleep.
But, even in my dreams, I couldn't escape her.
It was when I dreamed I could have her in my arms again, where I could feel her skin against mine, once more.
I escaped the reality that she wasn't mine to hold anymore, but I guess that's why they are called dreams.
They aren't real.
No matter how much I want it to be.
An hour later I had woken up and was dressed in my uniform.
I looked into the mirror to ensure that my injuries didn't look as bad as they did before.
The swelling around my cuts seemed to have come down and don't look as bad as it did last night.
Knowing that it was going to be a bit hot today, I didn't bother to throw on my blazer. Leaving the top buttons of my white top open and the selves rolled up to my elbow, revealing some of my tattoos.
I tugged at the red tie around my neck, loosening it.
Hating how it felt as if it was choking.
Once I was satisfied, I made my way downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen I found my mother and little brother Kyle making pancakes.
"Mylo! Look what I helped mommy make," Kyle squealed with excitement, shoving a plate of pancakes in my direction.
"Good job, Ky! I'm sure it tastes great!" I replied just as excited, messing with his hair, before going over to place a kiss on my mother's cheek, who was staring at our interaction with adoration.
"What happened to your face?" My mother asked frantically, placing her hands on my face.
Moving my head left to right, I watched as she examined my cuts, a frown on her face.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" I said trying to ease her worry, pulling her hands off my face.
"It's just from lacrosse practice," The lie slipping casually from my lips.
Once she heard my response her frown instantly disappeared.
"Be more careful next time, you're the reason for my grey hairs," She said hitting me with a rag.
"I promise," I said making her roll her eyes out of me.
This isn't the first time I've come home with injuries, but she still gets so worried.
Grabbing a piece of bacon I noticed behind her, I sent her a cheeky grin which she returned with a smile of her own.
My mother didn't look a day over thirty.
Her long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail.
Her face is clear of any wrinkles or indications of age.
Her light grey eyes reflected that of my own.
Not only was my mother gorgeous, but she also had a heart of gold. There wasn't a bad bone in her body.
All in all my mother was stunning.
And my father is an ungrateful bastard.
I admire my mother for how she's overcome all the crap my father has put her through.
The affair broke something within her, her eyes don't shine with as much joy as they used to.
Despite my father breaking her heart, she was still willing to raise another woman's child as her own.
Yes, Kyle is my half-brother.
Unfortunately, his mother died during childbirth.
If it wasn't for my mother's kind heart, my father would've given Kyle up for adoption.
If you couldn't tell by now my father sucks.
Despite the circumstances behind how Kyle came into our lives, my mother didn't think it was right to have him suffer for the mistakes of our father.
The moment my mother held Kyle in her arms four years ago, she fell in love.
Kyle has truly been a blessing to our family.
His lively energy and kindness are what brought life back into our home.
Taking a seat beside Kyle on the island, I listened as he chatted animatedly about his dance teacher as I ate breakfast.
"She's so amazing! She an incredible dancer, she's so sweet, and she's really nice," He gushed about his teacher, making me smile at his excitement.
"And she said that I was a natural and will be an even better than her in the future! Can you believe that!" He said in complete awe.
"Oh, that reminds me," My mother started as I made my way over to the sink to wash Kyle and I's dishes.
"I need you to pick your brother up from dance class today, I'm meeting with William later." She told me, as I nodded in understanding.
William Harris is the second-best lawyer in the state of California and is currently our lawyer. My parents have been separated for over a year now and are in the middle of a divorce.
The process has been taking so long because my father refuses to sign the papers and wants full custody of Kyle.
There is no way my mother is letting him have custody over Kyle, knowing he wouldn't be able to give Kyle the love he deserves. He hasn't even bothered to check up on Kyle since the separation.
Yet, he manages to leave some drunk voicemail once a week to me telling me how sorry he is and that he'll be a better father.
But, I knew better than to believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
My father has never been one to keep promises.
I've already given up on having a relationship with my father as I despise him. But, Kyle is still so innocent and full of hope, desiring to have that relationship.
I try my best to be there for Kyle and give him the life he deserves.
It breaks my heart when Kyle comes up to me crying, wondering why our father wasn't here and what he did wrong. I always tell him that he didn't do anything wrong and that he is more than loved by my mom and I, and that is enough.
"Come on Mylo! We gotta go before we're late," Kyle screamed from behind shaking me out of my thoughts.
"Coming," I yelled back.
Turning off the water that I accidentally left running, I grabbed both my backpack and keys.
Once I made sure Kyle had everything he needed, we made our way out the door, saying goodbye to mom on the way out.
After dropping Kyle off and saying how I'll see him later after dance classes, I made my way to school.
Walking through the halls, I ignored the greetings sent in my direction, not caring to entertain people who care less about me and more about popularity.
"You look horrible," My best friend Lance stated, as he leaned on the locker beside mine, a smirk on his face.
"Thanks," I replied dryly, slamming my locker shut.
The sudden noise making those nearby jump in fright.
"So, how come you didn't turn up to my house. You usually, do after every fight." Lance questioned, West coming up behind him, mindlessly sketching in his book.
But, from the quick glance, he shot me I knew he was curious to hear my response.
"I went home," I lied, not wanting to disclose what happened last night.
Not yet at least.
I still needed to process what even happened myself.
What this means for me.
For us
"We both know that's a lie," Lance said scoffing at my response as West nodded in agreement, his eyes not lifting from his sketchbook.
"However, I know better than to push you for answers. I know you'll tell me when you're ready," Lance said giving me a pat on my back with a smile.
He then swiftly switched the topic to some new lacrosse plays he came up with.
However, my attention soon fell off of Lance and onto someone else.
She was walking down the hall, with her two friends, Talia and Malia.
All of them laughed at something that Talia said, but my attention was solely on her.
The way her eyes gleamed with amusement and her lips curled into a beautiful smile, I found myself entranced by her beauty, yet again.
Just as I was about to look away, not wanting to be caught staring, her gaze caught my own.
Though it was only a couple of seconds, it felt like an eternity as we looked into each other's eyes.
My heart stopped as she passed by, sending a small smile my way.
And it wasn't until she turned the corner, that I realized I had a smile of my own on my face.
"You can stop grinning like an idiot now, she's gone," Lance said beside me making my smile slip off my face as I sent a glare his way.
Behind him, West tried to hide his amusement but I heard the small chuckle that came from his mouth.
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes at them as I started in the direction of my class. Their footsteps were not far behind mine.
She smiled at me.
The thought making a smile reappeared on my face.
She hasn't done that in years.
It was then I knew that something has changed between us.
I only hope that this time around it's for the good.