Unknown P.o.v.
I was walking back to my car that was a block away from the local fast food restaurant.
And heard crying.
So I followed the soft cry.
To a girl behind a building.
And saw her with her head in the palms of her hands crying her eyes out.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly trying not to startle her.
Morgan p.o.v.
"Are you okay?" a deep voice ringed in my ears.
"huh?" I wiped my tears away.
"I'm sorry" I grabbed my bag standing up.
I started walking again.
"Do you want to call someone?" he said handing me his phone.
"Sure" I grabbed it dialing a fake number.
"Hello" I spoke to myself.
I sighed.
"No answer" I lied not really talking to anyone.
"Okay do you need a ride home or anything? I just want to help me you look like you've been through a lot " he said.
"I have no home" I shrugged sliding back on the wall.
He sat next to me.
"So you're homeless?" he asked looking into my eyes.
"yeah...but i have it under control" I lied.
He looked as if he was hypnotized.
He snapped out and licked his lips quickly.
"No you don't....you look a mess" he said.
"....ugh" I sighed.
"No I didn't mean it like that" he said.
"Yeah....it-it's fine plus I can't help the way I look I just.... Was born this way and I can't change it" I said.
"No I didnt mean...." He started
"It's okay I'm used to it" I nodded as tears were on the verge of just pouring from my eyes.
"I...." He started.
"I can handle this myself" I said picking up my bags as tears fell slowly.
"Where are your parents?" he asked stopping me.
"Don't ask" I stopped not even.looking back at him,
"I mean i can call my mom and ask if you can stay with us til you get on your feet or something? " he suggested stepping in front of me.
"No I got this" I said.
"No please" he said grabbing my hand gently.
I sighed then nodded my head.
He then called his mom.
"Mom I have a friend here that is homeless can we take her in for a bit" he said.
"Thanks mom"He hung up the phone.
"she said of course" he said.
"Let go" he grabbed my hand pulling me over to the car.
....
I sat in the front seat silently while he drove.
"soo....what's your name?" He asked.
"Morgan" I said simply.
"Morgan what?" he laughed looking over at me.
"Morgan Smith" I said.
He nodded and it got alittle awkward as the music played lightly in the back.
When we stopped at a red light he turned to me and leaned over.
"Well I'm Jacob...Jacob Latimore" he gave me a big smile.
Making me blush a bit.
But I slowly turned away without saying anything else.
Jacob p.o.v.
Okay to be honest.
I really thinks Morgan is cute.
She has beautiful Blue and Green eyes, caramel skin and black long curly hair.
I really don't understand why anyone would even call her anything but Gorgeous.
Yes, she has a few flaws but I like them.
They're perfect.
But I just met this girl.
And I'm already crushing.
Bad!
Morgan p.o.v.
I don't deal with boys anymore. I mean I still find them attractive, I just don't go as far as in dating anymore.
But they are the last things on my mind every since I believed I was in love a couple years ago.
With my first boyfriend but I later found out it was just a bet that he wouldn't date me longer than a month.
He's what made me so insecure.
Every since he broke up with me and since my mom passed my life's been fucked up.
I've hated myself every second,minute and hour of the day.
I fine myself some what.....attractive but not really.
I still see myself as the ugly fat nerd girl I used to be back in the 6th grade through the 9.
Even though I lost the weight and lost the nerd glasses and left them back in the 9th grade.
I just let them get to me.
And i changed myself for him.
But just for boy and other people to like me which worked but I've realize....that I'm not happy.
I realized that I'll never will be beautiful until I accept the way I looked then as well as now.
Until I accept that I have to love myself on the inside before I even get close to being beautiful on the outside.
And lead to becoming confident that I'll beautiful inside and out.
Not just if someone says I'm beautiful to get into my pants then leave.
Without speaking another word.
Jacob drove to a nice big house.
"Come on" he said sweetly.
I opened the car door and got out and followed behind him slowly.
"Theirs no need to be afraid we're nice people" He walked back to me and reaching his hand out for me.
I didn't speak I just looked at his hand.
"Take my hand I promise I won't hurt you" he looked into my eyes.
I looked down at his hand and slowly grabbing his soft warm hand into mine.
He gave me a warm smile sqeezing my hand gently and continued to walk inside.
"It's okay Morgan I might not know you really but I got you" he said.
I was hesitant on going inside from the look of the house from the outside.
I wasn't worthy of even stepping anywhere near where they lived.
You can just tell the house costed a ton of money.
The house its self,the garden, the cars everything.
I didn't have no business being here.
I don't fit.
My dad has money but him alone isn't anywhere close to the look of how much money they has.
"Morgan please" Jacob looked back at me.
As I stopped.
I shook my head.
He looked into my eyes.
As if he was searching deep into my soul.
I broke the eye contact looking down at my beat up gym shoes.
"Come on please" he tilted my head up.
Smiling.
I nodded slowly agreeing to go stay.
Jacob is sweet......well for now that I know of because I just know he will do something to change what I believe.
To prove me wrong of his kindness.
I'm just glad I'm not actually attracted to him or attracted to each other.
That'll just be weird and awkward.
But it's been awhile since I've been attracted to anyone.
Let alone anyone being attracted to me.