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The kiss was a lot more hungry and intimate than before, and it helped a lot to know that I had already kissed these lips before. Passion burned between us, and I didn't even need to think about anything that I did; everything came freely and instinctively. I found my body responding in ways I hadn't thought it could, and I was soon wound around Jameson with my hands behind his head.

Jameson pushed me into the wall, the murder investigation board falling to the ground, and I'm sure if my eyes had been open, I would've seen a swarm of bloody pictures go flying.

At first, it seemed like Jameson was leading the way, but as we continued in our bliss, I found that I had gained more dominance. I nudged Jameson and then began to push him backwards. We soon fell onto the bed, and then I got shoved off him as a pained groan left his lips.

I only rolled off the bed, but it hurt, especially when I hadn't seen it coming. No matter my late reflexes, I found myself up immediately, ready to apologise for hurting Jameson. However, when I jumped back up, I found Jameson lifting up his t-shirt. This time I managed to ignore his beautiful abs, somehow, and my eyes focused on what Jameson was so pained about; his bullet wound.

I cursed profoundly and sat down next to Jameson, trying to get a closer look.

"Sorry!" I felt awful.

Jameson winced, "Not your fault." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Is my fault, sorry." I apologised again and restrained myself from trying to comfort Jameson which would probably make things worse.

"Shh." Jameson managed to get out after a groan. It didn't silence me, though, and as I grimaced I found myself apologising again.

"Sky, stop apologising and get me some painkillers." Jameson ordered me but my slow reflexes seemed to make a reappearance. As Jameson rose an eyebrow at me, I felt something shift in my mood. I carefully sat on his lap, smiling when I saw his surprised reaction as he acknowledged our new position.

I lifted up his chin and pressed my lips against his. The kiss had barely begun when I pulled back to murmur, "I'll be your painkiller." And then we continued. To be honest, I don't even know where the painkillers are. I broke off the kiss, afraid that I'd damage Jameson further, and the boy smiled.

I laughed, "What?" My words slurred with my giggle.

Jameson's smile never faded as he ran his hands through my hair, "It worked—I don't feel much pain anymore." He told me and I grinned.

"See?" I responded with a smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck. Suddenly, though, it was as if I'd slapped the boy, as, once more, a pained expression took over Jameson's well crafted features. I frowned, tracing my finger over his own frown between his eyebrows.

Jameson seemed to relax, albeit his face seemed to portray many more emotions—longing, despair, anger. I found myself wondering what I could've done, then I found myself thinking aloud.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, my thumb tracing the edges of his clenched jaw.

"Sky, you're with Carter." Jameson's voice was hesitant and strained as his eyes were watchfully waiting for my response. Oh damn. What have I done? I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking about the consequences of my actions. I do care about Carter, but maybe my love for him was based off our close friendship, they do say the space between best friend is the friend zone. And I've just put Carter in it. Talk about friend goals.

Then again, I wasn't feeling that bad about what I have just done, which shocked me, of course. I can't believe I'm actually feeling okay with the fact that I kissed someone who isn't Carter. But, with Jameson, everything just felt so right, it felt natural. With Carter I felt like I was trying to crawl out of a hole, like I was constantly trying to be someone I'm not, or feel a way that I don't. It wasn't Carters fault, it's just how feelings work, unfortunately.

I opened my eyes, immediately relaxing as I was faced with Jameson's awe-striking ones. They were filled with the same emotions as before, however, laced with more that I had recognised, probably because they were non-existent to me. There's no other to define these hidden emotions than by saying the word 'love', sure that sounds very egoistic, but it at least made me feel happy.

"Carter is–" I thought of how to word it, "Carter's a slight problem," I grimaced at the wording I had chosen, "But he's been my best friend for ages, I'm sure once I stitch his heart back together he'll be fine." The statement wasn't much of a statement as I found my tone being questioning. Having never faced anything like this with Carter, I was unsure to if he would actually accept Jameson and I.

"I think you shouldn't tell him." Jameson blurted out as his fingers laced through mine, his thoughts surprising me.

"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I stared at him, shocked and kind of disappointed that he would act this way. Jameson gave me a not so happy look of his own in return before speaking.

"Sky, us being together is practically against the law. I don't think we should tell anyone, keep your relationship with Carter, it'll keep you out of trouble." Jameson told me, dropping my hand and offering me a sad smile.

"What?" I asked through a unamused laugh, "That isn't fair." I shook my head at Jameson who clenched his jaw in response.

"I know, but it's the rules." Jameson spoke again but I just wanted him to shut up, to stop telling me things that I can and can't do.

"Well then the rules are stupid!" I exclaimed, my tone startling both me and Jameson. I carefully shifted off his lap and reluctantly sat beside him. Jameson didn't respond to my earlier outburst and so we sat in silence, the tension growing thick and unbearable.

"I'm not angry at you." I assured Jameson without turning to glance at him, and with that said, I got up and walked out of Jameson's room. I sighed, running a hand over my face, growing agitated when my hair fell around my shoulders; annoying the hell out of me. I reluctantly tied it back and checked the time on the clock above my door, surprised when it showed that the time was twenty past twelve, indicating that I had missed second period, break and third period.

I shrugged and pulled my bag off the floor, taking out the books of the lessons I had missed. I then slipped the bag onto my shoulder, satisfied when the weight of my bag had greatly decreased, also because I only had two more periods left of the day.

I paused at the door, my keys hanging from my index finger—do I tell Jameson that I'm leaving or do I risk it and avoid the awkwardness? I considered both options for a while, both had advantages and disadvantages.

At last, I decided to suck it up and just tell him. I mean, I didn't even need to face him, I could just shout out, right? Just as I went to shout, a figure appeared behind me. I jumped in shock but relaxed when I saw who it was.

Jameson didn't make a comment on my shock, instead spoke up after looking between me, my bag and my keys. "Are you leaving?" He asked, his glance turning to mine. I was starting to glare at him, angry that he temporarily scared me, but I found my harsh and brutal face expression relaxing when I met his eyes.

Then for some reason, it took me a while to respond. "Yes." I finally said and Jameson nodded before looking behind him out my window-seat window.

He turned back to face me before speaking again, "And you're going out in that?" Jameson asked me and I frowned. I had considered it to be particularly breezy today, then again I hadn't been outside to experiment that theory. I looked down at what I was wearing—jeans, a cropped short sleeved top and a kimono over the top.

With a sigh, I looked up at Jameson, "Give me a moment." He nodded and I went to my cupboard, picking out items of clothing I thought would correspond. I quickly walked over to my bathroom, slipping on the clothes once the door was shut.

Upon walking out, the bathroom door squeaked and Jameson looked up, simply just staring at me in that 'I have emotions but I won't show them' kind of way.

"Will I get cold in this?" I asked Jameson, who gave me a once over.

"Probably."

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SKYSONNNNN

HEART

DREAMS FULFILLED

Let's just end the book here

The end

Love human

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Next update: Wednesday
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CHAPTER SEVENTY SPOILER:

GUESS WHOS BACK.

SQUAD.

THATS WHO.

DID YOU MISS EM?

Same.

With Cassie around, does Sky address her about the incident with Harry?

Or do best friends keep their best secrets?

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QUOTE OF THE CHAPTER:

(Bc the theme of secrets is becoming far more noticeable now 😉)

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