Holding On

Chapter Nine

          I woke up, and my eyes met a blue t-shirt. I tilted my head up a bit to see who it was, and look, there was Jake. I smiled softly, he looks like an adorable angel when he sleeps. I tried to get up, but Jake pulled me closer to him, his arms tightened around me.

          Poor little thing, I won't wake him up. I got up on one elbow, and I petted his head. His hair is so soft. After a couple minutes, his eyes fluttered open. I kissed the side of his forehead, and said, "good morning." He mumbled a groggy good morning. I giggled, and got up. His sleepy state was so freaking adorable.

          I grabbed a change of clothes from my drawer, and went into the washroom. I locked the door behind me, and began stripping. Then this weird thought came into my head, I'm going to be a stripper when I grow up. I shook my head, ewe no way. That's so gross. Can't believe I even thought of that. I got in the shower, I took a quick shower. I dried myself off with a towel, and quickly slipped on my clothes. I wrapped the towel around my hair.

          I unlocked the door, and opened it a bit. I heard Jake on the phone, he seemed a lot calmer this time. But you can definitely tell he was talking to the same guy he talked to the other day. "Is it okay?? Just answer the question, it's really simple. Just say yes or no." He waited for a minute before he spoke again, "alright cool, when's the next one??" He listened, then said a soft "thank you," before ending the call. As if on time, I walked out of the washroom.

          Jake said, " tomorrow, you and I are going somewhere. Be ready at ten, and wear something comfortable." I nodded, he looked so serious. So I definitely knew it was NOT a date. Tomorrow is a Saturday, which means today is Friday. Which also means today is a school day. I didn't, but I did want to go. If that made any sense. I didn't want to go because I'm tired. I did want to go because I missed Joey for some reason. Joey and I didn't talk much, but that doesn't mean I can't miss him.

          I hadn't noticed that Jake had took a shower. Now he was pulling on his shirt. "Are you ready to go??" I asked. He said, "yes." Then he grabbed my hand, and walked me outside to a...BUGATTI!! Man, where was Jake all my life?? He owned a Bugatti, he must be really rich. I got in the car, and he started the engine. Then he looked at me with a smile on his face, and said, "do you like it??" I shook my head, his smile dropped. "I fucking love it!!" The smile reappeared on his face. God, he acts like a little kid. I mean yeah, I do too. But he already reached puberty, or did he??

          I pushed that thought aside, and looked at the road as he drove. We arrived at the school parking lot, and he parked. I didn't want to leave the car. Jake got out, and walked over to my side. I looked up at him, and smiled. "Well, hello there fine looking stranger." I said. He burst out laughing.  When he stopped, he opened my door. He took off my seat belt, I tried crawl into the backseats. But he grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me up. He placed me over his shoulder. This should so be considered kidnap. He closed the door, and locked the car.

          Jake put me down, and people were giving us unwanted attention. Jake noticed how I felt about all the stares, he grabbed my wrist, and walked me inside the school to our lockers. I got the books I needed, and then Jake walked me to class. We both knew when he was around no one picked on me. When I went inside my class he left. I scanned over the empty seats. Then I saw him, sitting in the corner like the usual. I walked over to him, and sat in the chair beside him. "Hey, Joey." I smiled as I spoke. He looked up at me from his paper. I looked at it, it was a drawing of this classroom. But it was zoomed in on a figure sitting in the left corner, staring outside the window.

          It was me on the first day of school. I hadn't noticed that he grabbed my hand, tingly feelings crawled up my arm at his touch. He spoke up, " I like you, Rose." My reply shocked me too, it's like my mind spoke on its own, "I think I like you too, Joey." We just stared at each other for awhile, we were still holding hands. When three guys walked in, I'm assuming they are in this class.

          The one standing in the middle had black hair, it was spikey. He had brown eyes, and tanned skin. He didn't have a lot of muscles, but he did have some. The one on his right side had brown hair with some strands that are dyed blue. His eyes were light brown. The last guy was standing on his left. Blond hair, green eyes. He looked like Bella.

          The guy in the middle whistled, the teacher wasn't here yet. Joey tightened his grip on my hand, and said, " Mason, leave us alone." The guy, that I now know as Mason, looked back at his two friends. Mason smirked, and said, " nah man, Paul, Fred and I just got started." Mason walked to us, and grabbed my arm, making me stand up. He made Joey let go of my hand. "Fred, hold him up, and Paul come here and hold her." Fred, the guy that looks like Bella, walked over to Joey. He put his arms around Joey holding him in place. Where as Paul, the guy with blue and brown hair, came and put his arms under my armpits and over my shoulders. I can't move my arms. What. The. Fuck.

          Mason came close to me, and whispered in my ear, " let's have a little fun, shall we??" He bit my ear, then backed away. Joey spoke up from the side, " get away from her, Mason!" Then Mason sent a fist flying into my stomach. I winced at the pain, and Paul kept me standing up. I saw Joey struggling against Fred. Mason punched me a couple more times before telling Paul to drop me.

          I fell to the ground, and put my hands on the floor. I tried to get up, but Mason kicked me hard in the stomach making me fall back down. I curled up into a little ball, but Mason kept on kicking me. Soon after Paul started kicking me too. Then everything stopped, someone at the door was yelling, "what is going on in my classroom?!" I'm guessing that's the teacher. He made Mason, Paul, and Fred sit in the desks as the principal came down to this classroom.

          Joey was instantly by my side, and whispered," I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." I sat up, and winced. I lifted my shirt up a bit to examine the injuries. My stomach was all bruised. Joey started to cry, I wiped away his tears. I hugged him tightly, and said, "hey, don't cry everything is going to be ok." My voice cracked at the end. I have to stay strong for Joey. I can handle the pain. Joey and I kept hugging each other, neither of us wanted to let go. Then the principal walked in.