"If Fools rush in, than most people in love are idiots. And I'm the biggest one of all." -Jazz
Meet Jasmine Coleman. She's the girl that's outgoing, beautiful, and full of self assurance. A confidence that’s forced to cover the scars she hides. When rushing into love becomes a heartbreaking mistake the last piece of it disappears. Now she is left uncertain, weak, and full of self-disgust. But her strength is needed now more than before.
Mason Reed is the quiet computer geek that's always the friend and never the boyfriend. Putting his social life on hold to help his single mother has left him shy when it comes to the opposite sex. And Meeting Jazz is no different. However being in love makes you do crazy things and his crazy has major consequences. Especially when the truth is revealed to others who are determined to rip them apart.
Rash decisions have major consequences. Some good. Some bad. All are life changing.
"The Truth doesn't always set you free. Sometimes it breaks you apart and leaves you in pieces."
MasonWalking around the busy campus with Symone is great. Her happy enthusiasm as I point out every building catches the attention of everyone we pass. I’ve noticed more than one guy watching her and I feel protectiveness toward her even though we’ve only known each other for a short period time. Her excited voice heightens when I point out my fraternity house. Taking her inside I introduce her to a few of the guys, but since I’m really not the most popular guy at the moment we don’t stay too long. After grabbing some lunch we make our way towards the gym.“So… Who is the lucky girl you’ve been looking for all day?”I look at Symone who’s walking beside me. “What?”She shoves my shoulder with hers. “The girl that has you spacing out. Duh! I’m not stupid. Every time we pass a blond you do a double take.”“I do not.” I’m not ready to talk about Jazz to her yet. Even though she’s totally right. I do keep spacing out when I get to a place that holds memories of the two of us together. Or when I see a blond who’s back is turned my way, even though I heard she dropped out I’m still hoping to see her.“Whatev’. You totally do. I’ll get it out of you.”“And how do you plan on doing that?” Playfully I grab her purse off her shoulder and toss it on the ground behind her before I turn and jog away avoiding her attack. When I see wide, sky blue eyes watching me from a distance everything stops; me, noise, movement, my breathing, and my heart. We watch each other like we’re scared animals. She’s more beautiful now than ever with her long hair blowing in the wind and flushed cheeks. For the passed few days I thought about going to her and begging for forgiveness. But I’ve stalled and decided to wait until after Symone flies out in a few days. But it’s been hell not going to her to let her know what happened that night. Why I did what I did. But hell… I’m scared she’ll throw my apology in my face like I deserve. Then my dream of a future with her and the baby will be gone forever. Maybe I should just do it now? What the hell do I have to lose?Taking a breath I gingerly let my lips form a smile. When she returns it my world feels right again, but before I can get my legs to move in her direction I feel a weight land on my back.“Gotta ya you turd.” Symone laughs as she straddles my back.When Jazz looks from Symone to me I know I’ve lost her. Her eyes widen as I place my sister back on her feet and watch Jazz turns to walk away.“Jazz? Please. Wait. It’s not what you think.” I yell as I close the distance between us. I notice how she’s walking in circles. Like she doesn’t know where to go. “Please Jazz. Wait.” Then my worst fear takes place when her whole body goes limp and she falls to the ground. Shoving people out of my way I run to her side and roll her over feeling relief when I see her chest rise and fall. “Jazz? Please baby.” Her eyes are open but she’s not focusing or responding to anything I say. I look up and see Tru running out of the building on the phone. Everyone else is watching with mouths wide open. Like this is a fucking circus. “Can anyone fucking help? Call 911.”Tru sits on the ground and places Jazz’s head in her lap before she pats her cheek gently. “Jazz can you hear me?” She looks up at me. “What happened?”Before I can answer I’m lifted from the ground and shoved into a tree. Jax is stares at me with nothing but hatred before he bends down to check on Jazz. I straighten before I make my way back to the girl I love and hear the sirens in the background. Jax however stops me before I can reach them. I’m feeling scared for Jazz and angry that this dick is keeping me from her. “Back the fuck off Jax.” I ground out.“No Mason. You back the fuck off. You’ve done enough and she doesn’t need your shit.”The ambulance arrives and the medics come with a gurney to load Jazz. I follow behind and hurry to pass up Jax, but he once again grabs me. Raising my fist I swing for the first time at one person I’ve always considered a friend. He will not keep me from her. After it connects he spits out blood then attacks. After I’m on the ground he punches me in the face before he’s pulled off. “Stay the fuck away from my sister. You lying piece of shit.” He fights off the arms that hold him away.
“No Jax. I will not stay away. Neither you nor anyone on this whole fucking campus is going to keep me away from her. I’m not leaving her again.” I point to the ambulance that is closing the doors. “I’m riding with them. Got it.” Symone is standing besides Tru crying. “Tru can my sister ride with you?” Before I can get an answer I turn toward the ambulance doors. When they ask me if I’m family I tell them yes and she’s carrying my child. Fuck anyone who thinks differently.
About The Author
My name is Robin and I live in Alabama. I grew up an army brat and traveled a lot until we finally settled down along the Gulf Coast when I was 4. My husband is 9 years younger so I guess that makes me a COUGAR. I have a little girl who is 9 and is blind as well as autistic. My life is not boring with them two in it. Believe me.
I have always loved creating and I would constantly draw on my walls. I love painting and reading. Writing is something I wanted to do but didn't think I could, until I woke up at three a.m. a few months back and started writing. Life has a way of throwing rocks at you and putting cracks in your soul. Either you can duck and cover or you can make something beautiful from the cracks.
After that, the story took over. Even though some pieces of my life experience are within it, it is Tru and Jax’s story now. I have truly fell in love with this story and hope you all do too.