Always You

Chapter Twelve (Ivy)

"Ivy". I hear Roman call my name from the bathroom. I just pretend I'm still asleep. " Ivy I know you're awake. Get up. We have to go to school." I huff and turned to the other side, letting out a small hiss. My back has been hurting a lot lately, and I have to take two painkillers to ease the pain a little.

''Ivy. Get up, we're going to be late," says Roman once more as he exits the bathroom, adjusting his jeans with a towel around his neck. His hair was still wet and drops of water dripped directly onto his toned chest, and God kill me if I lie. He looks hot.

"God stop being such a mom," I say, covering my head with the blanket. I felt my cheeks warm up and a strange feeling in my stomach. Why does he look so hot?  ''I don't want to go there.'' "Can I take a few extra days off?'' I say with a pleading voice. I hear footsteps coming toward the bed and feel the bed sink to my left side.

''Ivy. If you want to take a week off, I can do something, you know, but if you keep isolating yourself like this, it's going to be a big problem. You can't avoid human contact for the rest of your life, Ivy. Eventually, you have to make friends you know that. " He says, uncovering my head and brushing my hair away from my face.

"First of all, I have friends," I say, glaring at him and crossing my arms over my chest. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smile. "I've got you." I try to think of a name other than his, but nothing comes to mind. ''And that's it. You are enough. " He is right I need to make friends. I can't stay alone for the rest of my life. But on the other hand, I like being alone. People nowadays think only about how they can use others till the last drop so they can benefit from them. And then toss you aside as something invaluable. So basically, I am sparing the hurt and disappointment.

"That's it. Get up and get dressed. We're going to school." he says, taking my hand to pull me out of bed.

"I'm not moving from here," I say, looking at him.

''Good as you wish, lazy pants. Don't forget you asked for it. " He says, pulling the blanket off of me completely, and a shiver runs through my body. My eyes meet his, and I immediately regret not listening. His lips were curled into a smirk, and his hands were holding me down.

''No you wouldn't,'' I say, looking at him with a shocked face. He knows I hate to be tickled and still threatens me to do it.

"Oh yes I would." and he starts to tickle me.

''You know, I won't change my mind,'' I say, trying to get away.

''I can do this all day.'' He says he is climbing on top of me, making it impossible to get away, and continuing to tickle me. I look at his face and I've never seen him really smile. God, he looks so handsome. My stomach started to hurt from all the laughing, but I wasn't going to let him win. I try to get away from him once more, but damn, he is heavy.

"Okay, okay. You won. I'm coming. Now get away from me, you buttface. " I say, trying to catch my breath. He immediately stops and walks away with a smile of triumph on his face, extending a hand to help me up. I take it and he pulls me close, our noses touching. My stomach feels like thousands of bubbles are popping, and my heart is beating like crazy. Why do I feel this way every time I am near him? He reaches down and kisses my nose. Not this again. I'm tired of this game or whatever it is. One time he behaves like this, and the next time he says that we are friends. No, I'm not doing that. I know what having friends is like and it is definitely not like this.