Movement (M.E)

Chapter 8

I wake up and my head is pounding. Last night I got beat up by Matthew's girlfriend. Why would he say and do all those things when he has a girlfriend to be doing it with? Those thoughts get pushed to the back of my mind when I look up and see that Jake is laying next to me.

"Good morning." He says as his voice is raspy.

"Good morning." I say quietly.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and looks me in the eyes.

"Fine. My head hurts a little but I'm good otherwise." I say to him. He nods.

"It's seven o'clock now and school starts at nine fifteen. We have two hours to get ready and stuff." He says as he looks at his phone.

"Okay." I say and slowly get up. Jake gets up after me.

"Do you need something to wear?" He asks me. I nod and he goes over to his closet. "Wear this." He tells me and tosses me the shirt. I grab out the pair of leggings I wore yesterday.

"I'm going to go shower. You can get ready in here." He tells me. I nod and he leaves the room. I grab out my phone and see if anything happened. My mom texted me a few times.

From Mom: Honey when will you be home?

From Mom: Ry honey?

From Mom: Rylyn Miller answer your phone now.

From Mom: Are you okay?

I quickly call my mom back.

"Rylyn are you okay?" She asks quickly.

"Yea I'm fine." I tell her.

"Okay. I was worried. You never answered me back last night." She explains.

"I know. Something happened and I just didn't get to make it home. I'm sorry." I say as I slip off the shorts I was wearing and slip on my jeans.

"What happened?" She asks me.

"Some girl came up to me and punched me because I supposedly was talking to her boyfriend. But it's okay my friend let me stay the night because I wasn't feeling well enough to drive home." I tell her.

"Okay. I'll talk to you when you get home. I have to go to work now honey. I love you."

"Love you too mom." I say the hang up. My mom was always concerned about me. But all parents do that.

I take off the shirt I was wearing and look at the bruises. I had some pretty bad ones on my hips, but there was one on my cheekbone. It's not something every person gets. It was upsetting how she did that and didn't bother to ask if I even knew or see why we were talking. I slip on the maroon long sleeved shirt that Jake gave to me. It was so comfy. I tuck the front in since it was a little big on me. After that I french brain my hair. Some of my hair falls out of the braid, but it looks good.

Seconds later Jake comes in dressed with his hair dried.

"You look good." He says smiling.

"Thanks." I say back as I spray on a little perfume.

"Do you want to go get breakfast?" He asks me. I nod. I love breakfast so much.

We quickly hop in his car and Jake drives to an Ihop. He gets out then waits for me to get out. I walk over to him and we walk into the restaurant together.

"Hi. How many?" The hostess asks us.

"Just two." Jake says to her. She grabs two menus and takes us to our table.

"Wait so you just told her off?" Jake asks as swallows a bite of his pancake. I nod. "That's awesome." He says. I smile.

"So Jake do you have any siblings?" I ask him.

"Yea a younger brother Luke. He was at a friends house last night so you didn't get to meet him." Jake tells me. I nod. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?" He asks me.

"I had an older brother, but he died a couple years ago." I tell him.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. Nothing was your fault." I say to him. He nods and takes another bite of his pancakes.

Jake and I still were at the restaurant when some people surprisingly walk in. It was Matthew, Dylan, Andy and three girls I don't recognize. They all sat down at a booth a few tables away from us. I watched them sit down as I listen to what Jake was telling me.

"Autobots roll out." When he says that I turn to him with the most surprised expression ever.

"Oh my god! That's so cool!" I say smiling. Jake laughs then types something on his phone. I look back over at Matthew's table and and realize one of the girls is his girlfriend. The girl who beat me up last night.

"You ready to go?" Jake asks me. I nod and we stand up.

"Thanks for taking me to breakfast." I say to him.

"I wanted to. And I did a pretty awful job of taking you on a date last night." He says.

"Hey you were with the football team, don't put yourself down." I say to him. We reached his car when I realize my phone was gone. "I think I left my phone at the table." I tell him. "I'll be right back." I say. He nods and get in his car. I walk back inside the building towards my table. My phone was sitting on my seat still. Thank god. I grab it and start walking back towards the front door. Before I can make it there Matt stops me.

"Rylyn hey." He says smiling.

"What do you want?" I ask him. He just can't come up here and act like nothing happened. He led me on to thinking he didn't have a girlfriend when he does, then she beats me up and he's fine with it. I'm not fine with that at all.

"I was going to say hi to a beautiful girl." He explains to me.

"Why don't you tell that to your girlfriend." I say and shove past him.

"Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend." He says to me as he follows me out of the restaurant.

"Matthew yes you do. She came to the diner last night and beat me up." I say to him.

"Someone beat you up? Who was it?" He asks angered.

"Your girlfriend." I say and start to walk to Jake's car. Before I can get very far Matthew grabs my arm.

"Rylyn I don't have a girlfriend. I never have." He tells me.

"Let go of me Matthew." I say sternly.

"Just listen to me-"

"Matthew. Let go." I say a little more stern. He doesn't do as I command.

"Rylyn you have to-"

"Matthew Espinosa let go of me right now!" I say trying to pull away. He keeps a hold of my arm until I yank it away from him. "Just leave me alone." I tell him and walk back to Jake's car.

"Who was that?" I ask him.

"Nobody." I tell him.

"It didn't seem like it was nobody." He says and starts to pull out of his parking space.

"Jake. It was nobody. Just an old friend." I say. He nods and we continue our way to school.

When I walk in the school everybody was looking at me weird. I didn't like it. It may have been the bruise on my cheek but I think it was something else. I get to my locker and realize what it was. Someone wrote "trash" on my locker in red marker. I vigorously try and rub it off but nothing works. People laugh at me as they walk past.

I give up on the letters and open my locker, and to my surprise many things fall out. Orange peels, rotten banana peels, old food wrappers, in other words trash. This is when people burst out laughing. They think me getting this treatment is funny, and it's not.

As quickly as I could I pick up all the trash and throw it away. I go to my locker and slam the door closed and head to class.