CHRISTIAN

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I knew exactly what she was doing when she cornered me by my car. I shouldn't have fallen for her trick. But she said something I couldn't resist. I had to protect myself. And her.

When Samantha came walking towards my car she smashed her lips onto mine and told me to pretend we were together. Or else. I didn't have a choice. I hate that I had to hurt the girl I care most about but I couldn't do anything about it.

Unless I wanted to go to jail.

And if Reagan wanted some secret of hers to be put out in the open. I would hate that for her.

I would explain everything to her. I needed to.

I yelled at Sam and told her to fuck off which sent her laughing.

She was honestly scary. She walked away from my car and I climbed in and sat there. And that's where I am now, an hour later, still sitting in my car in the school parking lot.

The student parking lot was completely deserted except for the stray few cars from kids who played sports. I hadn't left because I just had no damn clue what I would even tell her.

She would probably scream at me and slam the door in my face. I had tried to call her but it was sent straight to voicemail. She must have turned it off.

Fuck.

I had to go see her. I need to apologize.

I start my car and notice that is already almost five at night. Good lord, how long have I been in my car? I heard my stomach churn in hunger, so my first note was: Go get food, you dumbass. Maybe I would have more confidence to talk to her if I wasn't hungry.

I pull out of the school parking lot and drive to the nearest McDonald's. I did not feel like going to my shop and having people bother me so I settled for something I would pay for. I ordered a Big Mac, pulled into a parking space, and parked my car while I ate.

I think about how badly I had hurt her. I told her I liked her and what do I do? I go out a kiss another girl.

I knew she was hurt even if her emotions didn't show it. She can act tough on the outside, but on the inside, she is breaking. Just like me. She called me Chris for Christ's sake! She knew how badly I hated that name. It came with a lot of bad memories. I remember that first day I met her. When I walked into that art classroom and told Logan to never speak that name again she heard. She knew.

I also remember the moment I met her. I made sure to take that seat next to her in Math. She was gorgeous. She wasn't like the other girls I had briefly met as I entered the school that morning. She was different. She was pure. Normal.

My kind of girl.

Now Christian. What's your game plan?

After a long talk with myself, and getting a few strange looks from the people walking past my car, I had figured out what I was going to say to her when I arrived at her house.

Yes, her house.

I didn't have a choice. It isn't like she is picking her phone up any day now. Although my messages did start to say Delivered. I started my car once again and made the short drive over to her house and sighed in relief when I noticed her car was in the driveway still.

She was home.

I slowly took my time, climbing out of my car as I rehearsed what I was going to say to her. I walked up to the front door and paused when my hand was about to touch the doorbell.

Get it over with you pussy. You need a good yelling.

Who cares that you're about to be arrested for dealing drugs? You've found the girl!

I had texted Clayton earlier telling him to get rid of every ounce of drugs we had in that office in the back of the store. Nothing could be there or else. We had to sell it, all. I couldn't have a record, I'm only eighteen.

I rang the doorbell twice on the spur of the moment, letting the anxiety rush to the tips of my fingers. This is it.

I heard shuffling behind the door and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Here she is. As the door creaked open I began to speak, "Reagan I'm so-." I cut myself off when I noticed she wasn't at the door but her mother. She had a surprised shock on her face. "Mrs. Rachel, I'm sorry, is Reagan here?"

Something flashes in her eyes as she holds her hand over her heart, "I'm afraid you just missed her, darling.

My eyebrows raised. Where could she have gone? Her car is still here. "Where did she go?"

"Up to Seattle to see her father for the weekend."

Shit. Shit. Shit! I groan and run a hand through my hair. "I messed up bad. I didn't think she would leave though."

She lets out a small chuckle, "I heard, Christian. If I knew you, you look like you'd be up for a little adventuring, would you?" I tilt my head curious at what point she was trying to get across. "Hang on one second sweetie." She then went back inside for a second before returning with a piece of paper. "Here."

I stared at the paper of an address. 600 Seventh Avenue, Seattle. She wants me to go there?

"But what about her dad?" I ask, "Won't he question a random guy coming to his door?"

She chuckles, "I'll call him and tell him to expect you."

I sighed, "You think she will forgive me?"

She didn't respond for a minute as she pursed her lips, "Christian sweetie, I don't know if she has admitted it to you or what, but I can tell she is in love with you. Showing up at that doorstep tells her that you want to be there with her. She will easily forgive you."

Love.

There's that word that has come up in my head a lot lately.

"Are we talking about the same Reagan? Because I feel like she won't exactly let me go that easily."

She laughs once again, "She may be a hard ass on the outside, but she's like butter on the inside."

"Okay well, I guess I better get going. Thank you so much, Mrs. Anderson."

"Rachel," she corrected me. I grinned at her in response before pulling her into a hug and practically running off the porch to my car.

I sped down the street not willing to waste more time. I pulled into the driveway of my house and bought a plane ticket for tonight. The earliest I could get was eleven at night since I wouldn't be able to make the Nine o'clock since it was too late. I packed a small bag with clothes and all the necessities I would need before climbing back in my car for the umpteenth time tonight and sped to the airport.

I just hope she will forgive my stupid ass.