Romans & histoires Im Sorry Jon

a familiar voice breaks through the fog in my mind. I glance up. Jon stands at the edge of the table, his blue eyes soft but tired. There’s a new hollowness to his face like sleep has become a luxury. His eyebags are so glaring. He’s traded his hoodie for the Clarence High uniform now. Seeing him like this... officially one of us.... makes everything feel even more twisted. “Congratulations,” I mutter, gesturing vaguely at his badge. “You’re one of us now.” Jon slides into the chair opposite me. “Wasn’t a hard decision.”

“Who?” “Jonathan Alfred, of course.” Isioma cracked up at once. “That imbecile? Nope. Thanks, but I'd rather die single, JD.” Jordan giggled slightly. “Come on, why are y'all always harsh on that poor dude? He's not that bad, you know.” “Yeah, I know, but the only thing Jon knows is sex. He'd probably kill me before my time.” “Ouchey.” Jordan snorted deliberately. “He'd probably kill you with pleasure, you mean.”

I cut him off from trying to take the blame for everything that happened. “Nonetheless, I am sorry for ever causing you pain and grief. I’m sorry I left you alone with our son, I know you had Raven and Gideon to help you and you found your mate. Thankfully he supports you and loves Aiden, but I should have done better. I should be the mate Raven, Osric, and Embry deserve, instead I’m a coward,” Jonathan grabs the bars causing his hands to burn as they come in contact with the silver.

Jon rolled his eyes in frustration. “It would have been nice to know this first rather than hear about it from Kevin and his judgemental attitude. I told him he was full of… grr. I can’t even say what I think because of little ears.” Jon was one of those tough guys with a well-hidden heart of gold. No one on the crew knew how deep that heart went except Dimitri. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell Kevin to tell you. I told him I wanted to speak to you. That’s Kevin putting his nose where it doesn’t belong. I wanted to tell you myself.”

I stand in the hallway, red with embarrassment. That was Isaac, shirtless, and Jon. Making out. Jon. Simon could have mentioned he was here! And Jon and Isaac... Since when? The door is pulled open from the inside and Jon appears. "Hey Jo. Come inside before Simon gets you here and wonders why you look like you've seen a ghost." A smile is playing on his lips all the while. He looks thoroughly amused at my reaction. "Sorry about that," I apologise, walking through the door. "I should have knocked harder."

He begins. “I was with my best friend, but it so happened that she found her mate.” “Yeah, that would be Kevin my younger brother. He just about freaked out when he smelled his mate.” he smiled at me. “I am Jon by the way. Jon Marker.” “I am Andrea.” I never give out my real name. “Nice to meet you, Andrea.” He looked around signaling a waitress and ordering a drink for himself. Then he looked back at me. “Care to dance since we both got stood up?”

“Stop it. I’m the fun uncle and that’s all I’ll always be. Never a dad.” “If you say so.” “I do. I better call my assistant to start shopping for a pony. I’ll get her one with honey-brown coat and golden mane.” Jonah groaned dramatically on the other end of the line. “You know what, you’re disinvited.” “You wish.” “Please, I am on my knees right now, Derek. Get her a stuffed pony instead.” “No will do, my dear friend. Now go away. I have work to do.” “I hate you,” said Jonah, flatly.

I looked up to him immediately with a small sniffle. “I’m very grateful,” I whispered. “Thank you so much sir,” “It’s fine. I have to leave now, I might come back,” he said to me and I shook my head immediately. “You really don’t have to sir, you’ve already done enough for us sir,” I muttered. He looked up at me with a small smile. “Call me Donald” BACK TO THE PRESENT THURSDAY Day 6 of 14 12:00pm “Jo, please can you help me get Jessica from school today, my schedule may not permit me to be there on time” I said to Jonathan over the phone

Dante smiled, all the while watching Jon's facial expression. Jon found it difficult to remain expressionless and just looked away from Dante's searching gaze. He imagined sharks breaking a giant ball of swimming fish in a feeding frenzy until all that was left was a cloud of silver scales slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea. "I don't really imagine myself as a shark," Jon replied. "More like a dolphin, I guess." Jon said with a chuckle.

Jon said standing up. He threw his clothes on as Jade watched him from the floor. “I think I love you.” She blurted out. She immediately regretted saying it. Jon laughed as he buttoned his shirt up. “Is that so?” “I ... I don’t know, sir.” He stepped over until he was standing over her. He looked at her lying there, then spat on her face. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, cunt.”