Her Saving Grace のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The following day, I did not see Carson at school. I hadn't seen him in the hallways or at any of the classes that we have together. I was starting to think that he wasn't at school.I was now at my locker getting my books for my last class. My back was turn, so I didn't see when someone came up behind me."Hey." I heard a voice say and I turn around quickly, while my books fell to the floor. I look up into the face of a smiling Carson."Carson, you moron. You scared me half to death." I scold him. I bend to pick up my books off the floor, then look back at his face, studying him. "Are you okay?" I finally asked."Yes I am." He answered waving away my concern. "I actually wanted to see you to tell you thanks for what you did last night." He scratched the back of his neck and grin sheepishly. "I don't remember much, but I know enough based on the blurred parts from what I actually remember and also from what Michael told me.""It was no problem." I replied, hugging the books to my ches

I did not go to school the next day, which was Wednesday. My friends had called to find out if I was okay and I had to lie once again. I told them that I was sick, which was technically true. I was in no condition to go to school; physically and emotionally.I didn't go to school on Thursday either. However, in the evening I went to the pharmacy to get some pain medications. Allan did not go anywhere either. Now that he was out of work, he was always going to be home or out drinking.On Friday, I went to school. I had to wear a bit more makeup than usual to conceal the marks and bruises. My stomach and back were still in a small amount of pain, but I felt slightly better than I felt on Tuesday.At the end of the day, I went to Jasmine's house to get ready for Eric's party. I didn't have one clothes in my closet that was suitable for a party, so Jasmine said that she was going to lend me one of hers.I was now sitting on Jasmine's bed, after we had a shower. Jasmine was occupied as she

I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen as Carson made me breakfast. I can't believe he was actually cooking. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.When Carson had told me that I should come downstairs for breakfast, I thought that Linda, their cook, was going to prepare it. I couldn't have been more wrong. Carson was really a boy of many talents.When Carson was finished, he put a plate of pancakes and bacon before me and a bottle of strawberry syrup. "Here, eat up. You must be hungry." He said.I was starving. I looked at the mouth watering pancakes and I heard my belly growl. I didn't realize how hungry I was until now. It has been a while since I had a decent breakfast. I decent meal for that matter.I took up the fork that Carson gave me and took a bite of the pancake. I sigh with pleasure. This was really good. "Wow Carson, this is good. I didn't know you could make pancakes this good."Carson smiled and sat in front of me. "Well, I used to watch my mom cook when I

That afternoon after school, I went shopping with Mrs. Knight. It was actually great, but exhilarating at the same time. Every clothes I tried on she wanted to buy it. She kept saying things like:"You look so lovely!""This is cute!" "We definitely have to get this one!"I eventually told her that she couldn't possibly think that I was going to allow her to get all these clothes for me. I mean, she barely knows me and she wanted to spend that much.After persuading her, she gave in and I only bought a few item of clothing. She also bought shoes and any other things that she thought I would need. I didn't want to stop her anymore, because she was really having fun and I didn't want to disappoint her.After we left the mall, we went home. Since she was home early, she told Linda that she didn't have to cook that evening. She decided to cook dinner and asked if I wanted to help. I gladly accepted. For the rest of the evening, Mrs. Knight and I cooked dinner together. It was actually fu

"How is it living with the bad boy?" Jasmine asked as we walked to our first class, English, on Monday."It's alright, I guess. At least he's tolerable." I said admittedly."Awww," Jasmine said, smiling widely. "You like him. I remember how you used to talk about him before. You used to hate him.""I didn't hate him." I said."Okay, but you were always disgusted by him and his friends' delinquent behaviour, now you're all mushy when you talk about him.""Mushy? I'm not." I said, shaking my head. We reached our English class and sat down in our seat. As I sat down, I turn towards Jasmine. "He kissed me last Monday." I confessed.Jasmine's eyes widen. "He kissed you?!" She exclaimed excitedly."Shhh...keep your voice down." I said, looking around to see if anyone heard her outburst."Sorry, he kissed you?" She asked in a whisper."Yes, but I don't know if it meant anything to him." I said."Of course it meant something to him. He wouldn't have kissed you if it didn't." She emphasized."