The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door

seven

*Jc Point Of View*

Two weeks.

Two whole weeks with out her stupid sarcastic remarks.

Why do I miss them?

I have no freaking idea.

I only talked to her, what? A couple times. I knew her for three days. And then she stopped talking to me.

Did I do something?

Nah, I couldn't have. She wasn't talking to the other guys either.

We all just instantly liked her. Not like that, well at least I didn't. But she was different. She would talk back, make sarcastic remarks, and not just flirt with us like every other girl.

I knew something was wrong with her that day I walked with her home. And when she snapped at me saying I didn't know her, I don't know, but it hurt.

I haven't really tried to talk to her though. Weird right? As much as it's bothering me, I won't talk to her.

The other guys have tried to though. They say she just blows them off. They also say she more quiet that she looks sad, depressed, even.

I still didn't talk to her though.

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After an hour of arguing with myself, I finally decided to go and see Ryan. I was bored, her window is open, so, why not?

I crawled through the windows and landed in her room. She wasn't in here? She is usually in here. And I know she's home because i saw her walk in after school. That sounded stalkerish, but no, just an....observation.

I froze in my place when I heard talking from downstairs.

"You don't get to ask question young lady! I am your mother! You have no right!" I heard a lady scream. Obviously, Ryan's mom.

"I have no right?" I hear a voice, who I automatically recognized as Ryan's, shriek. "You have no right to leave your fifteen year old daughter here for weeks at a time!" I heard her scream.

I heard a noise that made my heart stop, and break. A slap. A freaking slap. Loud and clear. I knew it wasn't Ryan who did the slapping either. My blood starting boiling and it took everything in me not to go down there.

"You don't talk to me like that." I heard her mom say. I hear another noise and then a grunt. I heard Ryan cry out. She sounded in pain. I wanted to run down there to make sure she was okay. But I was froze.

I heard footsteps run up the stairs and they got louder as they reached the door. I darted for the window but I got half way out before a black eyed Ryan came into the room with a tear stained face. She froze in her spot when she saw me.

I stepped back in the room, on both feet. My heart ached at the sight. She had a hand print on her left cheek, and a black eye. Her face had tear stains and a few tears were still falling.

I wanted to run to her and hug her. Just keep her in my arms forever. Keep her. Protect her.

Wait, what?!

"What are you doing here?" Her voice shook as she spoke.
"I- I uh- came to see you, but you weren't in here, so I was- um- I- uh..." I stuttered. I couldn't even think straight.

I heard her sigh. I watched as she shut the door and walked over to her bed. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. I sat down beside her.

"You heard. Didn't you?" She asked already knowing the answer. I nod slowly.

"A-are you okay?" I ask looking at her. I saw a whole different person from when I first met her that night she threw that book into my room. Then, she was so confident , so sarcastic. Now, she looked so broken. She was looking down, her hair falling around her face, a couple of peices sticking to her cheek because of the tears. Her eyes were puffy, one being black. Her left cheek slowly starting to bruise.

I heard her sniffle and my heart broke a little more. I hate seeing her like this.

*Ryan Point Of View*

I let out a sniffle. I felt Ryan's strong, warm arms wrap around me and pull me into his lap, me facing away from him. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder. I couldn't help but cry. I let out a few silent sobs. Mentally slapping myself for crying in front of him.

Why is he even here? Why didn't he just leave when he saw me? I probably look horrible. Why does he even care enough to be here right now? He obviously doesn't care. He's avoided me the past two weeks. Well really I've avoided everyone, but he didn't even try and talk to me.
I felt him pull me down beside him. I was laying on my back. He layed on his side with his head propped on his hand hovering over me a little. He was looking down at me.

I closed my eyes. My heart stoped when I felt him touch my cheek. He wipped the tears, slightly brushing over the bruise i know i have.

I opened my eyes. My boring green eyes meet his beautiful ones. He his staring intently at me. I look away and turn my head so I'm staring at the celieng.

I feel him turn over. I glance at him and he is doing the same. I suck I my breathe when I feel his fingers intertwine with mine. What's air? How do you breathe again? In, out. Inhale, exhale. Okay I'm good.

We sit there for the rest of the day. Just laying there. Holding hands. Enjoying eachother company. He didn't ask any questions, which I'm grateful for.

What was I supposed to tell him? I really didn't want to lie to him.