Shawn's POV:
just as i thought we were gonna end up kissing, she broke the feeling.
"well, i better go get my pajamas on." she said and got up.
she's been kind of different ever since the whole fight thing. i don't know if it's just her adrenaline all pumped up or what, but i'd like to know.
i took my shirt and pants on then threw my gray sweats on. she came in the room with her spandex and a random shirt on with her beautiful hair thrown into a ponytail.
we got under the sheets and i pulled her close to me.
"babe, what's wrong?" i asked her.
Ariana's POV:
"babe, what's wrong?" he asked me.
it was A LOT of stuff right now. i guess seeing ian just put me in a bad mood, and i started my period. i'm not ready for four days of horrid cramps and losing all the blood in my body.
"seeing ian just.. brought back bad memories i guess." i let out.
"i want you to know, i'll keep you safe from him, as long as your here you don't have to worry." he said making me smile.
i gave him a kiss, which he surely took his chance to deepen. i felt his hands reach down to my spandex.
"and i started my period.." i said as i pulled back.
"that must suck!" he said.
"it does." i laughed at him.
i lied in his arms, feeling so comforted, until i felt his hands lightly squeeze my butt.
"shawn!" i whisper yelled.
"you have a really nice ass ariana, i am impressed." he said not moving his hands.
he is just something else i swear.
"you're just noticing?" i asked sarcastically.
"i haven't squeezed it till now." he said.
"oh my god." i said and moved his hands.
"fun sucker.." he said.
"who the hell says that?" i asked with a laugh.
"well i just said it so, me! i says it!" he said in a funny voice.
"ok then.. well i'm having cramps and i'm tired, goodnight baby." i said and kissed his cheek.
i turned my back to him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding one of his hands over my stomach, making the cramps nearly disappear. i smiled to myself then slowly drifted off to sleep.
- next week.
6:45 AM.
"fuck fuck fuck.." i sighed as i drug myself out of bed.
"i'm quitting school and becoming a stripper!" i yelled as i walked towards my closet.
"please don't!" nash yelled back.
i laughed and picked out what i was gonna wear. i grabbed black leggings, a baggy adidas sweater thingy, and my adidas superstars. am i the only one who wore these before they were a trend? hm.
i put everything on then went to the bathroom. i washed my face off, getting a little water on my shirt.
"shit.. oh well." i said as i continued washing my face.
i put some cover up on and mascara, then brushed my teeth. i put some of my chanel perfume on because that shit is fantabulous (plz enjoy my grammar) and put deodorant on as well.
i ran downstairs and saw nash flopped on the couch.
"uh, hello. we have school!" i said and shook my hand in his face, just to annoy him.
"i know! i'm sick." he said.
psh, that's a good one.
"k! sure!" i said and went and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
"let me drive your car to school then." i said.
"that's my baby! of course not." he said and glared at me.
"then you can take me!" i said slightly loud.
"fine.. let's go." he said and got up.
he was sick, i could tell. his cheeks were bright red and he looked uneasy. i should just walk, but, i'm a stubborn ass ok?
"ari, if i feel the need to throw up it's going all over you." he said as he started the car.
"oh god no.." i said and scooted as far away as i could from him.
- 15 minutes later, we arrive at school.
"now hurry up and get out before someone sees me!" he said and pushed me.
"ok! chill!" i said and got out.
he sped off and i laughed. he's such a dumb ass sometimes.
