The Love House

The Love House: Chapter 12

The Love House

Chapter 12

Ellie's POV

You can say it was awkward the next week of school. The only people I had hung out with were Josh, Josie, and Soaps. I avoided Damen and Derek at all costs. Damen was a little hard to avoid though, considering I have him in all but one of my classes.

I've never been kissed. Never would I have ever guessed that I would have two in the span of one week..BY TWO DIFFERENT BOYS!

I have no idea if Damen knows about Derek kissing me, and I am not sure I want to know.

I did my best to avoid them, but today it was inevitable. I was walking out of Mr. Long's class and heading to second period when I dropped my cup filled with sweet tea. I know. It sounds a bit cliché, but at least I didn't drop my books. Damen, who just had to be walking behind me, bent over to pick up the cup.

"I'll ask Mr. Long if he has napkins." He says, placing his empty hand on my back and guiding me back to first period. Once Mr. Long handed him about five paper towels, we made our way back to my mess.

"You should really try being less clumsy." He says with a smile and a wink. I roll my eyes and cross my arms as he bends over to clean up the sticky sweetness from the tiled hallway floor.

The bell rings just as he starts to wipe it and I sigh. I'm late to class again.

"I can manage." I say snatching a napkin from his hand and bending over to help.

"I know you can. I am simply being a nice person and helping you." He replies.

I look over to him. He is concentrated on the floor, and I'm thankful because at that moment I noticed how beautiful Damen was. Beautiful isn't the typical word to describe the male sex, but I am not a typical female. At that moment, with how the light from the ceiling above shined perfectly on his face. The way his green eyes sparkled. And the way his dimple was coming in and out of view. To me it was beautiful.

"But I guess next time I'll just let you clean it up, since you're capable." He smirks at me in a teasing manner and immediately I take back my thoughts from seconds ago. He is horrible.

We find the nearest trashcan and dispose of the wet and sticky napkins. We make our way to second period, since we have the same class, and Damen stops me at the door. He has this look in his eyes. They are filled with an anger but it looks like he is trying to hide it.

"You kissed Derek." I look away, completely shocked.

"uuhhh"

"Did you kiss Derek?" He says a little more.. powerfully.

"I did."I nod still not looking at him. He takes his hands and, despite his tone and his fiery eyes, grabs my chin and gently turns my head towards him.

He makes eye contact, and never breaks it, not once.

"You're mine. Okay?" I slowly and cautiously nod my head up and down.

Then just like nothing happened he walked in the classroom and walked over to all the football players of the class.

The words 'you're mine' kept replaying in my head until I got home. I'm sure it would've kept replaying, had I not found a random little boy on my couch.

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My dad...is a complicated story. He and my mom were perfectly in love. He was the greatest dad anyone could have. He was everyone's friend no matter where we moved.

One day I got home from school, and he wasn't there. I figured he was just at work, but the next day he never showed. Add up the years and he would be gone for five. I've never seen him. I don't know if he ran away, or if he is actually missing.

Mom had a police investigation, but he was never found.

Sometimes I think he just ran away. Maybe he never loved me or my mom. Those thoughts come frequently, but I dismiss them after a while. I want to remember him as the great dad who would throw the football with me. The dad who would let me paint his nails when Mom was at work. Not the man who never loved me and left without saying goodbye. Random nights I still cry over him. Random nights I just crave for a father's love.

What I didn't and don't crave is a random little boy on my couch.

"Who are you, and why are you sitting in my living room?" maybe that sounded rude... but when you see a random little boy in your living room, you need to be cautious.

"I'm Aaron." he says with a big smile.

"Well Aaron, why ar-" just then I was ambushed by a 3'6 munchkin. I felt his tiny arms around my waist giving me a bear hug.

"Hey..?" I say awkwardly, patting him on the back.

"I've been wanting to meet you forever now!" he says with excitement but a couple tears in his little green eyes. When a little boy is crying and hugging you, no matter how confused you are, you hug them back.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Ever since Mommy and Daddy went away to the place where my hamster went, I've been wanting to meet Ellie. You're Ellie right?"

I stare confusedly at him, but also feel sympathy for the poor little boy.

"Y-yes. I'm Ellie." I say patting on his tiny back.

"Yay!" he gleams.

I sit him back down on the couch with me and start asking more questions.

"Why have you been wanting to meet me?"

"Well Mrs. Lisa told me the other day that my sister's name was Ellie. I've always wanted a big sister."

My eyes go wide with complete shock. I don't have a little brother. WHAT?!