eighteen

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"How'd your date go?" He asked learning against the window. How did he even know about that? Why does he even care? What am I supposed to tell him?

"Uh- it was g-great" I stuttered. His face fell.

"What did that jerk face do?" He asked. He clenched his fist by his sides. Was it that obvious I was lying? I should work on that.

I sigh and motion for him to come over. I sit on my bed and watch him come through my window. He sat beside me and waited for me to speak.

I take a deep breathe. "After the movie we seen he went back because he said he left his keys. I went to see what was taking him so long and when I went back inside he was making out with some chick." I said in one breathe.

I looked over at Jc. He still looked mad. Why would he be mad?

"But it's fine. I'm fine" I reassure him. His eyes soften and he turns to me.

"So you don't want me to beat his a-"

"No" giggle. I blush at the fact that he would do that for me. That's sweet. But surprising. "But thanks for willing to do that." I add.

He gives me a small smile. "Always shortcake" he says sloppily throwing his arm around me. I blush and look down shyly.

"Why do you call me Shortcake?" I ask randomly. I really wanted to know though. Ever since i met him he has called me that.

He shruggs. "Your small." He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I again look down at myself. I'm not small. I'm short. Not small. Far from small.

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*Jc's Point Of View*

She looked down at herself after I called her small. She frowned at herself and then looked back up at me.

This is the one thing I hate about her. She thinks so low of herself. Like right now, does she honestly think she is fat? That's so crap. She's short for her age. Yes, she's a little on the curvy side, which I like, but not fat. Definitely not fat. She perf-

Stop thinking stuff like that.

Sorry, but it's true.

I frown down at her and she scrunched her nose in cinfusion. It's so adorable when she does that.

Did I just call a girl adorable?

Well there's a first time for everything, right?

"You don't see it do you?" I say quietly. I've said this before and it ended really awkward because i called her beautiful. But she doesn't believe it anyway.

I can't even explain the pain that went through me when Ryan saw me making out with that girl at school. I was mad about the fight we had. I was a jerk and wanted a distraction. But I couldn't stop thinking of her. I can never stop thinking of her.

Dude, your whipped.

Kyle's words ring through my head. I remember our conversation from earlier we had about Ryan.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I was such a jerk to her, then I make out with someone and I feel so guilty about it. We're no even going out!" I rant pacing back and forth in Kyle's room.

I've been freaking out ever since the fight. I bet she hates me. I was such a jerk to her. And just because she wouldn't tell me. I should've just respected her privacy. But no I had to go a ruin things like always.

"I just want to protect her. I know her mom hits her. And I know she was lying about the note. I didn't read it but she does certain things when she lying. She either stutters or plays with the ends of her hair. I just-" I stop before I embarrass myself. Kyle smirk at me. I run my hands through my hair.

"Dude, your so whipped" Kyle said laughing.

I know, I know.

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*Ryan's Point Of View*

"So are we cool?" I ask breaking the awkward silence.

He grins at me and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and we stay like this for a while. Just enjoying each others company.

-

I feel something poke my cheek. I flip over and pull the blanket over my face. I hear a deep chuckle. The blanket keeping me warm is ripped off of my body. I shiver and curl up in a ball trying to keep myself warm. I hear any other chuckle. The bed dips beside me and I feel someone breathing on my hear.

"Come on Shortcake. I'm gonna give you a ride to school." He said. I groan and flip over to face him. He grins.

"Get out" I mumble. He laughs.

"Jc" I whine making him laugh again. I really didnt want to get up. I watched through half closed eyes as he walks into my closet. He comes back out after a couple minutes with clothes in his hand. He throws them on top of me.

"I'll be back in ten. Hurry up!" He orders then disappears through the window. I groan and get off the bed. I go into the bathroom and wash my face. I quickly brush through my hair and just leave it like that. I walk back to my bed. I pick up the clothes to see what he had picked. Skinny jeans and my brothers hoodie. He knows me so well.

I explained my whole brother thing to him. I didn't say why he left. Just that i havent seen him in years. He knows how much this hoodie means to me.

I slip on those clothes and some black vans. A few seconds later Jc lands on the floor in front of me. I grin up at him and he does the same.

I playfully push him back. "Come on wierdo" I say. I walk out of my room. I feel my hood being pulled back and I stumble back bumping into Jc. I turn around and look at him confused.

"Forgetting something?" He asks laughing while holding up my backpack. I smile sheepishly and grab it and walked out the door.

"See this is why I keep you around" I tease. We reach his motorcycle and he helps me with the helmet.

"That. And my incredible good looks" he said patting me on the head like a dog.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I laugh.

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