Defying my father, ignoring Jessica and hurting Kristine was too much guilt to bear but acting on impulse free my conscience for as long as it lasted. We pulled apart and, in that moment, realised something about each other. "Finally," he said. 

"It wasn't supposed to happen," I whispered.  

"And yet it still did."

I got up off the car and stood up straight while straightening my t-shirt. We let go of each other then turned to watch the water run down over the edge. And then it rained. Trent took his sports jacket out of the backseat of the car to put over my shoulders. "I have to get back home anyways," I said after realising that it was heading for twelve. 

"Let me drop you off." 

Vincent Van Gogh believed that the sight of the stars always made him dream but what happened when the night sky was filled with clouds? What light will we find in our dark moments? If it were up to me; I wouldn't feel that constant burning sensation of guilt and doing the wrong thing wouldn't feel right. I shouldn't be worrying about these small things, but I suppose it's in my nature to panic for every little thing.

"I know you saw the box of condoms," he said breaking the silence. Suddenly, the drive home felt extremely long. I wasn't ready to talk about that incident, so I just lied to avoid it. "What condoms?"

"Oh please! You know what condoms."

"I don't know what you're talking about." It was hard to stick to my lie because I was so tempted to laugh, and I am almost too sure that my smile stretched from ear to ear.

"Whatever. I just want to let you know that it's not mine."

"It was in your bag!"
"Oh, so you do know what I'm talking about," He smirks. "It's my older brother's; Troy. I leant him my bag and that's what it came back with."
"Yeah right." I said sarcastically.

Apart of me either believed him or forced myself to believe him. I wanted a chance. I pushed my arms through the sleeves of his sports jacket then made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. His jacket was blue and white, had our school's logo on it and the number twenty-three in the centre of the bear paw print. Go Blue Grizzley's!

  It wasn't long before I opened my eyes again. He parked the car in front of the house which was something I was not too pleased with. I expected him to wake me up when we were just a few doors away from mine but then again, he would have probably refused to let me walk in the rain.

"Thanks for the lift."

I attempted to open the door, but it was still locked. I looked back at him and noticed a guilty look on his face almost as if he had been keeping something from me the whole morning. "I have a confession," he said. I didn't want to hear it because I didn't want to believe it, ignorance was bliss and a less stressful situation. "No, you don't." I shook my head and tried so hard to convince him that he was misreading everything. "Are you trying to tell me how I should feel?" he asked perplexed.

"That is exactly what I'm doing and you shouldn't feel any other way. Thank you for bringing me home, now please unlock my door," I begged. He noticed how desperate I was while I noticed how disappointed he was. It was not my intention to hurt Trent, but I had a feeling that we both weren't in the correct state of mind that day. He sighed heavily before unlocking my door. "I think we both just need to think about this carefully." I said before getting out.

 I called it a day. 

My mother went grocery shopping early that morning, so I was home alone for a little while.

And when she did return, she walked in with more than just groceries.

Before she entered the house, I decided to start with some of my homework. I wasn't aware of anything that was happening around me. The house was quiet. I was so focused on getting my work done that I had easily forgotten about the drama that happened that morning.

"Kourt are you upstairs?" she called as she entered the house. I went downstairs to help her carry the bags in but by the time I got downstairs there was no need. "Kourt, would you like some pie too?" she asked from the kitchen. 'Too?' 

My mind raced to its own conclusions even though I knew that it couldn't be him because his car was no longer parked in front of the house. 

I rushed the kitchen just to be sure. A sight for sore eyes. Jessica was seated at the kitchen counter. Her eyes nearly fell out of her sockets when she saw me. "That is not yours!"

I didn't even realise that I was still wearing Trent's sports jacket. I didn't know how to respond her to especially since my mother was in the same room as us. Lucky for me, I was a spontaneous thinker. "Of Course, it belongs to you!" 

Jessica immediately knew to play along. I was reluctant to, but I took the jacket off to give to her just to save my ass from getting caught.  "Thanks," she smiled as she took the jacket from me. " So, pie?" I asked my mother. Inviting Jessica over and forgetting to give her a specific day and time really came through for me.   We had lunch and engaged in meaningless chatter until my mother left the room. "What the hell Kourt!" she hissed. 'What was I getting myself into? ' I asked myself.

"How could you not tell me about this?"

I couldn't tell how Jessica felt about the situation because I expected her to lecture me as soon as she realised that I ignored her warning. "Oh my God I should've read between the lines." Jessica was thrilled about it despite what she had told me and what she knows about Trent. Knowing that made me reconsider some things but it also didn't make me forget certain things. It was quite the teenage predicament to be in. 

"I cannot believe that you and Trent have been together the whole time."

I almost choked. Before responding I took a sip of water then gained composure to let Jessica know that she was out of her mind. "That's not it," I told.

She reassured me that if that wasn't the case then it was bound to happened. She was a very high-spirited girl and still is. I explained what really happened but left out some of the bitter parts. I made it seem as if we bumped into each other and just started talking at the hiker's trail. She believed me when I said that one thing led to another. It wasn't a lie though because up till this day I still cannot fathom how one thing led to another and escalated to the start of something that I had never expected.

Spending time with Jessica helped me take my mind off of things. At the end of the visit, she left me with Trent's jacket because I wanted to return it to him myself, I just made sure that it was out of my parents' sight.