Three Strikes: Chapter 24

I pulled up my hood, as it started snowning.
I kicked every block of snow that I came across, as Jesse started smirking.
I stared at the dark haired man in front of me, whose cheeks were rosy from the cold air.
"What?" I grumbled, kicking a block of snow that shattered.
"You're such a child." he teased.
I glared at him. "Thanks." I sarcastically remarked.
Jesse shrugged, as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Well, are you going to start explaining, or do I have to force you?" he asked.
I scoffed. "Force me? You can't force me."
Jesse raised an eyebrow. "You know, Kendall, you seem like a smart girl. Don't you want to go the easier way?"
I narrowed my eyes towards him icily.
"I doubt your IQ is high enough to force me to tell you something." I spat.
Jesse smirked. "I'll give you one last chance. You start explaining now, or I'm going to make you explain."
I rolled my eyes. "Try me."
Before I knew what was happening, my body suddenly made contact with something cold.
I opened my eyes to realize that I was pinned down on the snow by Jesse.
"Get off." I demanded.
"Not unless you start telling me why your mom was passed out on the couch, and the fact that there were shards of glass everywhere." Jesse threatened, with his grip tightening on my wrists.
"I will spit on you." I angrily snapped.
Jesse laughed. "Spit on me then."
I gathered up the saliva in my mouth, as I pursed my lips, ready to spit on that b*****d.
Suddenly, I felt tingles shooting up my spine.
I suddenly choked on my saliva, as I bursts into a misfit of laughter.
Tears burned in my eyes, as I coughed.
"J-Jesse!" I cried.
He didn't stop tickling me, though.
"Tell me, or I won't stop. Seems as if I found your weakness." Jesse snarled.
"Ahaha-! N-no!" I laughed, squirming.
"Then here comes the tickle monster!" Jesse chuckled, tickling me harder.
I rolled in the flurry white snow, finally giving up.
"F-Fine, stop! I'll speak!" I gave up.
Jesse stopped tickling me, as I clutched my stomach, glaring at him.
"Tickle monster? Who says that anymore?" I asked, breathing heavily.
Jesse shrugged. "Now, spill."
I grunted, twirling the charm bracelet that was interwined on my wrists.
"Well, let's state the obvious, first." I said. "My mother's an alcoholic."
"She seemed fine when I first met her." Jesse said.
I frowned, remembering when my mother smiled for the first time in two years because of Jesse.
"Yeah, I-I don't know what you did." I admitted.
Jesse chuckled. "I think it's my good looks."
I smacked his ribs, as I winced in pain.
"Okay, okay. Sorry. Continue." he gestured.
I avoided the icy blue look in his eyes, as I began playing with the cold snow.
The coldness of the frozen ice was numbing my pain.
"She wasn't always like that. She started drinking a lot when my dad died two years ago." I wanted to sound confident, and powerful, but I came out so weak and frail.
"She quit her job, and I started working when I was 15 to pay for food and the bills." I gulped. "That was one of the reasons why I agreed to pretend to date you for money."
Jesse remained silent.
Had I scared him off?