Teardrops on My Guitar ::26::

Chapter 26

Jesse looked confused and puzzled about me telling him I was kissed the night before.

"You aren't just playin' with me are you?" he asked, though he knew that I would never lie about a thing like that.

"Of course I'm telling the truth." I said.

Jesse pushed himself up off the steps, which the white color paint was peeling off of.

"Where are you going?" I questioned, wondering why he was heading back inside the house.

“You’ll see,” Jesse stated, opening the screen door and heading inside towards the kitchen.

I kept wondering if he was the one that had kissed that night, but then again, thoughts kept ringing in my mind that it most likely wasn’t him for some reason. I mean, yes Jesse had kissed me in Vegas, but so did… Travis. That’s when I had thoughts that Travis could have been the one that had kissed me at midnight. It would have been an odd thing for him to do, but anything was possible.

About five minutes later, Jesse came out with Travis. That’s when I knew that Jesse had talked to him about the kiss.

“Tell her what you told me,” Jesse told Travis.

“I kissed you. I kissed you last night. I didn’t want you to know that it was me, because I figured that you would probably freak, though you probably did, thinking that some stranger was kissing you.” Travis explained, feeling confident talking to me about it.

I could feel my face getting red from blushing. That was probably on of the most unusual, but amazing things that someone like Travis has done.

“I actually thought that it was kind of cute.” I retorted with a flirty smile.

Jesse looked at me and Travis both with a strange look. He really wasn’t getting the entire thing between us. I could tell that he was a little edgy.

“What? You actually buy this crap?” Jesse hollered at me.

“Gees Jesse,” Travis replied.

Jesse was pissed. “Don’t gees me. I can’t believe that she would even fall for that crap. You probably freaked her out last night thinking some creep was trying to have sex her or something dumb like that.”

“Why don’t you just back up and just let it go.” Travis snapped.

“Why don’t you?” Jesse flipped out and started shoving him.

“Why don’t both of you just shut up and knock it off?” I spoke up.

Obviously, neither one of them listened to me. It was like talking to a wall, no response. I felt like an idiot.

Travis shoves back, but not as hard. Then Jesse got aggressive and pushed Travis off the porch. I shrieked at called out for help. Jesse realized that did the wrong thing about letting his anger come before his thoughts. Travis’s body lied limp at the bottom of the steps. There were probably about twelve steps before the ground. He took a pretty hard fall. As I rushed to the bottom of the steps and went to his side, I could see blood at the back of his head. Jesse just stared at the top of the steps, stunned.

Finally, their mom, Gina and my parents along with my sister came out and saw us.

“Oh my God!” Gina shouted and ran down the steps to her son’s side.

 I couldn’t help but let out tears because I could never see Jesse doing a thing like this to his brother. He was always so fragile. Plus, Jesse is two years older than Travis and I. We’re both eighteen when he’s twenty. He always made sure that nothing happened to his brother not to go out of his way to knock him down steps.