Chapter 24

**Blake's POV**

"I tried to save her, but I don't know what happened," He cried, "the next thing I know, I woke up in the hospital and Taylor was dead and it is all my fault."

I gently caressed his face. "it wasn't your fault Jason. She was the one who grabbed hold of the wheel and because of that, you lost control of the car."

"If only I wasn't speeding, or I just let her out the car, she would still be alive." He whispered but loud enough for me to hear.

"Come here." I said gently. I pulled him closer to me and all I wanted to do was comfort him. This is a huge weight to have to carry around, thinking you killed someone and that someone happened to be the love of your life. "It's not your fault."

"Of course it is," He scoffed, "Taylor King is dead because of me."

"Jason—"

"Now I got to worry about running into her parents. I wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if I ever see them again."

I didn't know how to comfort him with my words. No matter what I said, his mind was set on how this girl was dead because of him. Although my words wouldn't be able to help, I still wanted him to know I was there for him and nothing will make me go away. I pulled him even closer and place a gentle kiss on his lips. I smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and I let him. He slowly took my shirt off and I pulled my jeans off. I was now only in my bra and panties.

"Take off your clothes." I said, smirking against his lips. Chuckling, he quickly threw his shirt over his head, letting it drop on the floor. Next, he kicked off his boxers and revealed himself to me. I love seeing him naked. I never thought that Jason of all people would be the one I would fall for.

I laid down on his bed and he hovered on top of me. I wanted to really show him how much I care about him.

"I think you're amazing Blake." He smiled.

"Prove it." I said, leaning up to meet his mouth. I put all the love I had for him in that kiss so he knew. I arched my back and his hand roamed my body. He unhooked my bra and he scooted down so that his body was between my legs and took my breasts in his mouth one by one, teasing my nipples with his teeth and tongue.

He lowered himself down even further, kissing his way past my belly button and fingering the edge of my thin panties.

"I need to feel you inside me." I moaned.

He laughed and crawled over to me again. "Patience is a virtue Blake." He smirked. I lowered his head closer and placed my lips on top of his again. I love the feeling of his lips against mines. His lips didn't break away as he slid inside me. He was gentle, and not rough like he wanted to take his time so he could make it last.

For the first time, Jason and I made love.

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Can people redeem themselves? That's been the question on my mind ever since Jason told me that he has to go live with his dad. Jason started out as this bad boy who relentlessly tried to get in my pants like I was some sort of conquest. But now...? Maybe I am thinking too much.

A week has pass since he told me about Taylor and things has been a little intense with us. Several times we almost got caught by our parents but its almost like we didn't care. I spun my combination to my locker and I grab the English text I needed. Big arms wrapped around me and my skin starts to tingle. I got it bad.

"How's my baby doing today?" He whispers in my ear. *My baby*. So he's got it bad too.

I heaved a sigh. "I'm okay but I'll be much better once I can take you home and take advantage of you." I joked, laughing.

"Sounds good to me." He chuckled. Just then, Ash and Dave decided to join us and I raised my eyebrows at my best friend on how close she and Dave have become. Not that Dave is not a sweet guy but its not typical for a dancer to date a nerd.

"What's up?" She greeted.

"I am cancelling practice today," I told her, "I think we all need a break, we have been practicing too hard lately and I don't want to work my team to the ground."

She nodded. "I agree but what would coach say?"

I shrugged, "Either she has gives us a break or loose her team at this point." Besides, Jason is leaving next week and I want to spend all my time with him. We had a little bit of time before the bell rings so Dave and Jason started talking about last nights' football game. Well Jason mostly talked about it while Dave listen trying to keep up with what he was saying. Ash was talking to me about the big sale at the mall on Saturday and how it would be a crime if we don't go.

As I listen to Ash blabber on, in the corner of my eyes I spotted Nicole going inside the girl's bathroom. She looked like she was in pain.

Can people redeem themselves? Nicole made it her mission to make my life miserable and she failed, I am happier than I've ever been. At least she succeeds in breaking up Braydon and I. Now she's pregnant by him so he literarily can not get away from her. Isn't that what she wanted? So why is she walking around like a lost puppy.

Maybe this was her karma. Or maybe she needs to know what true friends are like. Her cheerleader friends dropped her the moment Braydon didn't want anything to do with her.

Lord help me, I want to see if Nicole has any redeeming qualities.

"I'll be right back." I said, interrupting Ashley in mid-sentence. I wiggled my way out of Jason's grip and made my way towards the bathroom where I seen Nicole go into moments before.

I hesitate but I bring myself to push on the door and enter the bathroom. If Jason is willing to forgive his dad then I should be able to learn how to coexist with Nicole.

"Nicole?" I called out. I didn't get a response back. I spotted Nicole in one of the stalls, puking her guts out. I winced but I quickly got into action and knelt down beside her. I got hold of that pretty blonde hair of hers and pulled it away from her face.

"You okay?" I asked. Again, I got no response because she was still puking. I held my breath because the smell had become too much to bare.

What seems like forever, she finally stopped and I let go of her hair. She walked over to the sink and rinsed out her mouth. She looked so fragile, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"You okay?" I asked, again.

She nodded slowly, looking at herself in the mirror. I wonder what she was thinking about? "What's on your mind Nicole?" I wondered out loud.

"How ugly I become." She said, truthfully. She touched her face in disgust. I see that she has black circles under her eyes and she looked extremely worn out but even then, she looked anything but ugly.

I stroke her hair gently. "You are not ugly," I disagreed, "just tired. When was the last time you got a proper night sleep?"

"Why you being so nice right now?"

"Pity I guess," I smiled and she chuckled, "but also I guess we have been at each other's throat for a decade now and I'm tired of being your enemy. It's our senior year and I want both of us to enjoy it." I released my backpack from my shoulders and unzip it. If I had learn anything from dance practices is to always carry a brush and hair products in my bag. I dragged Nicole to one of the stalls and I had her sit down on the toilet.

I ran the brush through her hair. This brought me back to the time when I was younger and I use to play with this limited edition barbie that my dad brought for me. It came with 10 occupations and a tiny curling iron. It was my favorite toy until I bought it to school one day and Nicole ripped the head off. A waved of guilt passed through me when I reminded myself that on that day, I promised myself that Nicole was the worst person on the planet and I shall never forgive her. I took out my concealer and started working on her dark circles.

After I was finished, we walked over to the sink again and I washed my hands. "Thanks Blake."

I smiled at her reflection. She looked ten times better.

Can people redeem themselves?

I hope so.