Saving Ally

Chapter 8

--Ally Christian

I can't stop thinking about him. His green eyes and his muscular arms when they held me close to his warm body. It felt so nice that I wish I could do that every day, but I can't. He's a bad boy... but he's a caring and sweet and adorable bad boy. He yelled at a girl... but he yelled at her to keep me safe and to protect me. There is more good than bad about him, so why does everyone call him a bad boy? His smile is the best part about him, or is it is loving heart?

I can't stop all the thoughts in my head as I lay here on my bed with the sun rays pouring in through my windows. I don't know what to do, but all I know is that I can't do anything now. I left him three times! Oh my god I am a bitch. So, if I'm a bitch, why does he keep coming back to me? Ugh, I think, focus on your homework and not on a boy you barely know! I flip through my math textbook and try to focus on math, but when I try to do a problem and I see < 3 in problem, so it's kinda hard to focus.

After an hour of working through math I get up and go downstairs to get a snack. When turning the corner to go into the kitchen I crash into my dad. He looks up from his plate of steak and potatoes and looks at me with eyes full of hatred. "Watch where you're walking! You have two eyes don't you?"

I nod and walk around him and go into the fridge. I grab some peach Greek yogurt and a spoon and when I turn around my dad's gone. I peek out of the kitchen and towards the living room, but he's not there either. I look into the garage and see that his car is gone. I don't know how I didn't hear the garage open, but at the same time I probably know how. I probably just didn't give a flying...

Calm down, I mentally tell myself. I close the garage and go upstairs while opening the yogurt cup. I stop at the top at the stairs and listen as the buzzing from my room continues. I walk into my room just in time for my phone to fall off my desk and smash onto the floor. I put my yogurt down and pick up my now slightly cracked phone off the floor. My phone stops buzzing and reads: one missed call. I unlock my phone and go to my call log. I don't recognize the number as I stuff more yogurt in my mouth. My phone starts to buzz again; the same number. I answer with a "hello."

"Ally?" says a male voice, "I don't absolutely know if this is your phone number or not."

I pause, trying to recognize the voice, "Um... who is t-this?"

"Drew," Drew says happily, "Don't freak out I'm not a stalker."

I giggle a little while putting more yogurt in my mouth, "I-I don't think I k-know a D-Drew Borden."

I can imagine his smile, "One, that's because there's no one named D-Drew. Two, if you don't know a Drew Borden then how do you know my last name?"

I mentally curse at myself for accidentally saying his last name, "U-um.... b-because...-"

"Ha! I win," he says. I roll my eyes and flop onto my bed, putting my empty yogurt cup on my nightstand. "W-why'd you c-call?"

"Oh right. Um... I uh heard your... good at science and um... can you probably help me with that?"

Help? I'm not great at helping people. "Um... I d-don't know," I answer honestly, "I-I'm not a-amazing at science."

"You're better than me that's all I know. Trust me I'm not doing some stupid Mean Girls thing." he responds.

"Um... I-I can t-try. I c-can't promise you a-anything good."

I smile when he responds with, "Great! We can start tomorrow. A-after school! Yea..."

I giggle when he stutters. "I guess I-I'm not the only one who stutters."

"It's funny how you don't stutter when you say the word 'stutter.'"

"Shut up Borden."

"Diddo Christian. See you tomorrow."

With that, he hangs up.

-

When I get to class I sit down in my usual spot. I watch the door for Drew, but he never shows up. Class starts and I keep glancing at the door hoping for Drew to come through, but after 10 minutes he still hasn't arrived. I give up looking at the door and focus on my work. After 5 more minutes he finally shows up. He walks through the door, closing it a little harder than he should've. He looks angry as he ignores the teacher when he tells him he's late and sits in his desk. He doesn't look at me, he keeps his head down. I stare at him for a minute or two, watching him breathe deeply. His fists are tight and purple as they sit on his desk. I study his purple bruises and look at the blood starting to ooz out of them.

I look at the clock and realize that I have 20 more minutes in this class. Twenty more minutes of wondering what happened to Drew Borden. Twenty more minutes of staring at the clock and waiting for the time to change.

I look back at Drew and I gasp when I realize he's staring at me. His eyes are filled with tears and hurt. He looks back down at his desk with his hair covering his eyes.

What happened?

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