As Sharp As A Thorn {H2OVanoss} ✔️COMPLETED✔️

•{Chapter 9}•

Jonathan's POV

Okay, yes, I saw the video. It made my blood boil. How could he like me after he put me through hell?

I'm not some bitch you can hurt and expect to kiss your ass afterwards. No. I'm not like all these girls in this school, hoping to get laid.

If you hurt me, all you will get from me is the cold shoulder. That's exactly what I'm giving Evan.

If he didn't like me back then, he doesn't like me now. That's all I have to say.

I stood at the end of my street, waiting for motorcycle boy. He pulled up. A smile found its way into my face. "Morning beautiful." His deep voice says.

I felt myself falling for this boy. I haven't even seen his face yet! I mean, looks don't matter, it's the personality, right?

I pushed all my thoughts out of my head and skipped over to this boy. I got onto the motorcycle. "Morning." I say casually.

I could tell he was smiling through his helmet. He took off to the school. This was the best part of my day. Just some comfortable silence with him.

We eventually pulled up to the school parking lot. I smile and get off. I was about to walk away when I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist.

I look back at motorcycle boy, who had a grip on me. I tilted my head in confusion.

"I know you don't know me. Heck, you don't even know how I look. But I wanted to show you. I know you'll probably leave me after I show you, but I need to get this off my chest. Meet me behind the bleachers after school."

He unwrapped his arms from my waist. "I could never hate you." I said and walked into the school.

The entire day went by slowly. All I wanted to do was know who he was. The final bell of the day dragged me back to reality.

I quickly gathered my things and rushed out the room, bumping into a few people in the process.

I shoved everything I didn't need in my locker and ran to the field. I saw him leaning against a wall, his helmet on.

I slowly walked up to him. He had his back to me. I could see that his palms were sweaty.

"Hey." I say kindly. He turned around. "Hey." His deep voice repeated. For some reason I felt like I've heard his voice before.

I pushed that aside. He took a deep breath. "I really do like you Jonathan. And I'm sorry for what I've done." He slowly took his helmet.

He smiled nervously at me. I clenched my fist.