Earning his trust

Ians arms.

I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned and couldn't close my eyes for just a slight second without thinking of the incident that occurred with Nick.

When my alarm went off around 7:00, meaning I got absolutely no sleep I had to practically forced myself out of my luxurious bed, which was about as hard as not spending that 20$ in your purse at the mall.

I decided to not cover my face in all the makeup or use heat on my golden locks. I put my long blonde hair into a French braid and threw a pair of combat boots , skinny jeans , a maroon shirt , and a cream cardigan on.

I grabbed my keys from the key holder and locked my door. Once I arrived in my car , I'm completely forgot to cover up my nasty lip. It was already 8:05 and school started in 25 minutes so I just left anyways.

when I arrived at school I parked my forest green Mini Cooper in my varsity soccer parking space covered in blue and white paint. When I got out I locked my car door and started for the school doors.

As I walked , jockes, geeks, preps, etc. all gave me that I'm-gonna-be-sympathetic-yet-you're-still-a-bitch look. Completely confusing me.
The looks continued all the way to my locker. Once I arrived to my locker. I find the word bitch written at least a dozen times in red and white all over my black locker.

I felt my face go red in embarssment and confusion.

I looked around waiting for somebody to drop a hint about what's happening.

When one of my best friends stormed up and said,
"What the hell happened yesterday after school Valerie? Did Nick do anything to you? Is he making you lie to cover something up? Is he lying to cover something up ?" Elena said.

"What are you talking about?" I said still confused.

"Nick is telling everyone you kicked his ass and threatened him, he's acting all fucked up." she said in a sarcastic way as if I knew what she was talking about.

" I never did any .." but before I could finish, Nick walked past the lockers and was all bruised up and had a bruised face.

I bursted out into tears and grabbed Elena barrying my face in her neck " Elena. I never did any of that. please believe me. "

" I believe you. I have a feeling it was something that asshole did to you. if he did anything I swear I'll kill him with a cactus and a credit card. Now what happened to your lip baby girl?" she said softly rubbing her thumb across it.

I pulled back and looked at her about to break down even more. "Nick. he did this to me. " I wiped my tears away.

she let go and slammed her locker, and started to quickly walk off but before she could I grabbed her arm

" where are you going !" I said barking at her.

" to fuck that bitch up. " she said and shook out of my arm hold and sprinted off.

I went to the bathroom to wipe my tears but just as I did I walked onto my own social funeral.

Nicks sister Mallory.

Mallory was the bitchest of all the seniors.

I walked in and found her and all of her slutty friends.

" Got anything to say to me ?" sh said yelling at me while her friends snickered.

"Ummm.. " I said looking down.
But before I could I was interrupted by her hand , as she grabbed my hair twisted it around her hand and began to punch my face repeatedly.

I tried to swing back but one of her friends were joking my hands down and they all forced me to the ground.

I was kicked , punched , slapped , beaten , and broken.

They all were amused at my humiliation and left me.

Alone. In the bathroom with nobody to help me.
I waited for about 10 minutes lieing there when to my surprise Ian shows up.

He accidentally walked in and got kind of flustered and was about to walk back out until he saw me laying on the floor hardly conscious, while bleeding and beaten even more with my cardigan basically down to nothing, and me with my clothes stretched and torn in all sorts of places.

" Caroline?! My god. What happened to you??" he said looking as though he wanted to murder someone and looking incredibly sad at what he was seeing as he looked me over.

He held me as close as he could without hurting me as he say on the ground and held me in his arms.

I didn't say anything just grabbed onto him tightly and cried onto his shoulder covering it in tears and blood.

He brushed my messy braid out of my face and kissed my forehead.

" I'm here. It'll be okay. I promise." he said kissing me repeadtly on my head.

I looked up at him.

" Thank you. I don't know how to thank you enough.." I said , running out of things to say.

" Don't thank me. But we need to get you out of here. You need to see the nurse. " He said looking down at me and grabbing onto my legs and back and arms as he stood up.

I smiled through my tears and watched him as he wiped them away.

He flung the bathroom door open and ran as fast and gentle as he could and rushed me to the nurse.
We passed several groups. And I watched as we passed grades of teens.

Once we arrived at the nurse. He sat me down on the wooden bench and held me as we waited for me to be checked out.

I'm starting to think Ian is more than just what meets the eye, he cared enough to take me to the nurse and sit there with me uncaring about his clothes and everything else that some teenagers would maybe get in a fight over messing up.

He seems to me like a genuine caring soul and that's hard to find in today's world that is so messed up in so many ways.