Chapter Thirty Nine

The next time Elisabeth and John kiss. They are in class.

Classes have ended. And there is no one around. So John Jackson. The worst of them all. Grabs Elisabeth Simpson.

By her waist. And places her on his laps. He wants to do it. To touch her. Like he has never touched her before. And his arms on her skin. He makes her feel the lust.

But again she is uncomfortable. When he takes his hand down. Down further. Beyond her waist. As he reaches for her buttocks. To hold them tight. In both of his arms.

She stands. And tells him. "I cannot do this." He does not feel right. This is not what he wants. Not at all. So he gets furious. As quickly as he is used to.

"Why? I thought it's what you wanted when you kissed me!" He says. "No Jackson." She says. "I just can't do it."

And there he gets angry. For he always guards his heart. Not to get broken. So he does what he does best. "If I can't touch you then I have no use being with you."

"Go find yourself another boy who does not want to be touched." He says. As he stands. And leaves her.

She does not feel bad. For she had not allowed herself to fall in love with him. And it was extremely uncomfortable every time he touched her.

She knows where to go. To the person who cannot turn his back to her. He knows where to go. For he knows the way back.

The way back to a broken heart.