[chapter nineteen]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
Must…stop…thinking…about Faye.
I know Jeff is saying something really important to me, but all I can think about is last night.
Think, Jimmie!
Chassis setups or kissing Faye?
Kissing Faye, definitely.
Now that she's away from Asshole Boy, she's almost a different person. Warm, open, friendly.
Flirty.
And damn, I'd been dying to kiss her.
Now, if only Matt would stop glaring, cussing, or threatening me, we'd be good to go.
I'm not scared of him. I just want him to stop acting childish and move on.
Did he really think someone like her would stay forever? Would put up with his abuse? His anger? His horrible ways.
He's not a man.
He's a bully.
And a bastard.
He has to know that.
At least he's stayed away from Faye.
I don't think he even knows where she's living or any of her contact information. I memorized her phone number, and don't have any of her contacts written down so he can't "accidentally" find them.
He hasn't bothered her in weeks, she said.
Maybe, just maybe, he's over it and will leave her alone.
To live her own damn life.
Like she deserves.
She makes me smile.
She makes me laugh.
She makes me want to be a better man for her.
She also makes me want to kiss her for a few days straight every time I see her.
No wonder I can't concentrate on
these damn meetings.