How he fell in love

6. Ivy's POV

Ivy's POV:

I slept over Jake's house that night. No way was I go back home last night! My dad would be asleep and I dont think he would bother looking for me with a massive hangover anyway.

Jake was one year older than me and out of high school. Unfortunately I had to spend another useless day at school today. 

I thought that Jake would be out today doing who knows what but surprisingly he was home cooking pancakes. I love it here. Besides it feeling like home and having Jake this would be the only time I could eat breakfast.

I got out of bed realizing I was wearing one of his oversized shirts. Oh right, I remember changing into it last night. 

I walked into his kitchen and behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek on his back. 

"Thanks for having me stay here last night." i told him.

"I told you its never a problem if you do." he said. I could imagine him rolling his eyes right now.

"Still."

We stayed there for about a minute or two. His back tensed.

"They're getting worse Ivy." he said clenching the spatula in his hand.

I took a step back from him and crossed my arms across my chest.

I didn't bother lying to him so instead of denying him I told him, "I can handle it."

"No you cant! You have bruises and red marks all over you. And you haven't cried like that in a while." he growled. He was glaring at my legs and when I looked down there was different sorts of colors on them. Purple, blue, yellow, red. 

"Hey, at least it wasn't a broken arm or something." i said trying to lighten up the mood.

He closed his eyes and breathed.

"Dont remind me." he said. 

Ya, about a year ago my father ended up breaking my arm when he kicked me down the stairs. I couldn't go to the hospital so I went here.

Jake knows all my problems. And it pisses him off.

"Sorry." i murmured. His face softened. 

He turned off the stove and brought the pancakes to his small table. He lives here alone but he's mostly never home.

"No im sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Im just worried bout you, ya know?" he said giving me a light smile.

"I know." i said taking a bite out of my pancake. 

"Im taking you to school. And your wearing the clothes im choosing for you. Your clothes are in the washer." he said giving me an innocent look.

"What?!" i told him. What about my hoodie? And my glasses? I want to be hidden. And last time he said this he got a girl to do a makeover for me. I looked like a clown. Literally. No wonder why she did it for free. She was a jealous bitch.

"Dont worry. I'll give you something to wear but I just dont want you to look like a freak. You have the looks, you shouldn't hide them." he said taking a big bite.

"People are gonna notice the bruises." I told him.

"Wear jeans and stuff. But that has nothing to do with your hair looking like a birds nest." he mumbled.

"It keeps people away from me."

"I'll make you a deal." he said putting his fork down. Uh oh.

"If you look decent from now on, I'll make room to hang out with you everyday. Unless something important gets brought up." this is a good deal. I like hanging out with him but I only see him like once a week. And he knows that. Now I would get to see him almost everyday.