"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.
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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.
YOU ARE READING
The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door
Teen FictionRyan Rivera is your typical shy girl next door. Jc Wallace is your typical bad boy that just happens to live next door.