The Girl Who Can't Say No

The Boy Who Saved Me ♔

My brain hurts so much.

I groaned and I let a brief inking of sunlight pass through my closed eyelids.

Where am I?

I gazed around the room surrounding me.

The room from what I could tell belonged to a boy. The walls were bare of posters or anything of the like, but it emitted a boyish aura nevertheless.

The room was a deep navy blue color but it wasn't dark in the least. The grayish color curtains were blocking the light but some beams of sunlight were able to pass through and lighten up the room beautifully in a blue glow.

It was warm. And despite not knowing where I was, I truly felt safe for the very first time.

"Are you feeling better?"

The sudden voice spooked me and my heart jumped a little in shock.

I traced the voice back to a boy who was standing by the now-opened door. The same guy who was fighting Connor.

"I'm fine," I say softly, "where am I?"

"You're in my room," the boy replied, amused.

I cracked a tiny smile, if only to make this more comfortable.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"It's no problem, you can stay here longer if you need to," he then added a little sheepishly, "though I think your parents would want you home, it is quite late."

I sighed, "please don't tell me it's already the next morning."

He couldn't help but laugh at that. "I'm sorry that was inconsiderate of me," he regained his composure swiftly, "it's only 7 in the evening."

"Thank you," I say sincerely as relief coursed through me. Seven was infinitely better than the next morning.

He smiled at that and I couldn't help but notice the adorable dimples that appeared.

"I never got to know your name..." I said as an afterthought.

"It's Jaxson," he grinned his adorable smile again.

"Thank you Jaxson," I replied, smiling as well. Then I rushed out of the comfy bed as fast as I could, "I should get going now, I'm sorry if I caused any inconveniences while I was here."

"Really, it's no problem Avery, you're welcome anytime."

"Thank you," I smiled again at him and then a thought struck my head and I gazed at him peculiarly. "Now that I think about it, how do you know my name?" I asked him curiously.

"We have three classes together," he said while trying to withhold a laugh.

"Oh."

Awkward.

I suddenly found the wood floor very interesting as a blush crept up my burning face.

He couldn't hold it back any longer and a bubbling laughter came out.

I find that I enjoyed hearing him laugh and was determined to make him smile and laugh more. I soon couldn't help but join in his laugh.

"Come on, let's take you home," he said, still in the midst of laughter.

He led me to the front door of his house and as I followed him through the maze that was his home, a warm, happy feeling enveloped me. His home was a home. It was cozy and it was bright.

"Here are your shoes," he handed me my sandals in one hand that I didn't know I still had.

"Thank you." I put them on and strapped them on.

As I stood up from strapping them on, he asked, "You're sure you're feeling better? No dizziness? Headaches? Maybe I should've taken you to the hospital..." He said the last part mostly to himself.

"It's okay, Jaxson, you did more than enough. And I'm fine. In fact, I feel terrific right now," I replied with a huge, cheesy smile.

He sighed, "If you're positive..."

We walked outside towards his car, a simple and classic car, I was aware of the fact that nothing seemed at all familiar. Much less the street I was on.

I told him my address and as soon as we both buckled up, we rode off.

It was a quiet yet peaceful ride to my house and in no time at all, we came upon streets I was familiar with and was soon at the door of my house.

"Well, here we are," he smiled kindly.

"Thank you again for everything Jaxson," I stated, grateful from the bottom of my heart, "you have no idea how thankful I am. I don't know how to repay you for all of this but I'll think of a way for sure."

"It's fine, don't stress about it," he said, "have a nice rest of the evening Avery."

"I will," I smiled cheekily, "and you too."

I unbuckled my seat belt and ungracefully hopped out of his car, walking up the stairs to the all-too-familiar burgundy front door.

I knocked on the door, thinking it was probably a good idea to have forgotten my purse at home - which I had forgotten about until that moment -. My overly-worried mother greeted me and hurriedly told me to come in and explain.

He left only as I closed the door.