bruised (an ezria fanfic) {student/teacher}

Chapter 13

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I hopped out of Fitz's car, as soon as we made it to my house.

Jake finally agreed to let me go by myself, after Noel and Sean left it took some convincing and some bruises too but it worked

"Wanna visit my palace?" i asked popping my head through the door

He looked so handsome, his outfit wasn't too casual nor too fancy, he was wearing a red polo which was tight around his torso and showed off his well defined muscles with a pair of jeans and white converse

he seemed a bit hesitant "your prbably going to take ages to get ready so why not" he shrugged getting out of the car shutting the door after him

i wasn't but now i definately was

"if i do it'll be worth it" he chuckled

i unlocked the door and kicked it open to be greeted by silence. nothing new.

"isn't anyone here?" i felt him realx a bit after noticing the house was empty

i walked into the house and stopped in my tracks when i noticed the mess from last night, there was food on the floor, empty shot glasses on the table, it was a mess

"nope" i said popping the 'p', walking into the kitchen and he followed me

"what happened here" Fitz asked taking a seat on a stool on the kitchen table

"Me,Sean,Noel, and mike in one house you probably guessed the rest" I shrugged And he chuckled

"coffee, red bull, or weed?" he raised an eyebrow at me

"excuse me?" he asked in a voice of authority

"come on i was just playing" i laughed rubbing the back of my neck

"just playing? what are you one of these people skaters, stoners or something" i felt my heart stop but i tried to act as normal as possible

normal, who am i freaking kidding this was far from normal if he found out i would be screwed and he'll think of me as a bad person

all he could know was that i was a sketer, that's all he has to know

his expression got serious, examining my face

"who told you i'm not" i said playing along

but he looked at me one more time, before playing along too

"oh god no please don't kidnap me" he said in a little girl's voice putting his hands in the air

i made a gun with my fingers and got closer to him

it's been almost a year since i last held an actual gun

his hands still in the air, his eyes following my every move, i came closer to him and put the 'gun' to his head

"one word and the bullet goes right through your brain" i said my hand around his neck, gun still pointed to his head

"okay, okay i'm sorry" he pleaded trying to hold back a smile

"forgiven" i said walking towards the coffe machine, grabbing a cup

after i was done making the coffe,with a little twist to it, i handed it to him and he took it with a grateful smile

"you should probably go get ready" he said taking a sip of his coffee

his eyes soon widened when he noticed what i just did, he spit the coffee onto the table