Unexpected

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ken's POV

As I sit on the floor of Daniel's bathroom crying my eyes out, I feel ridiculous. I mean I'm crying because of scars. Stupid fucking scars. All of them are from the accident and the surgery that came after, but I'm self-conscious of them. I hate him seeing them and him seeing my weakest point. The scars go across my whole back and the majority of my stomach. He didn't see the worst one though. It goes from the top of my thigh to my knee. It is jagged and purple and that isn't from the accident. That is the reason I came to boarding school in America. After the accident I was really depressed and lonely so I took a knife and made that cut. It was the only time I ever cut and it is so cliche, but I did it and I was on the verge of death when a maid found me in a pool of my own blood and called the ambulance. I stayed in a hospital for a few months and then I got sent to Logan per the doctor's orders. I'm fine now, but the scar is still there and I've just gotten better at covering it up.

After 30 minutes in the bathroom I figure I should get out. I slip on the boxers and sweatpants. I grab the sweatshirt and put it on and am immediately enveloped in his scent and I smile. I throw my hair into a ponytail and step into his room. I see him pacing with a worried look on his face. Then, he notices me and immediately runs over to me and gives me a hug. I'm shocked, so it takes me a second to respond to the hug, but when I do I feel better. He pulls away and asks, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I reply.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I looked and I don't want you to be self-conscious, because you're perfect," he says.

I start to blush and then I realize the impact of what he just said. Could it be possible that Daniel likes me? No, he's just saying that to make me feel better. But, what guy lets an emotional girl come to his English mansion? A really nice one. "Well, thank you," I finally say and I feel like there is a hint of sadness in his face after I'd said that.

"So, what do you want to do today?" he asks.

"Hmm, movie day?" I ask.

His face lights up and then says, "Yes."

He leads me down the stairs and we head to his movie theater. I directly run over to the movies and pick out my favorites. She's the Man, Bend it like Beckham, and The Conjuring. I bring the movies over to him and he looks through them and smiles at the soccer ones. "Like my choices?" I ask.

"Of course, I love all these movies," he says.

"Ok, before we watch the scary movies, to be honest I kind of get really scared so just be prepared for me to not pay attention during them." I say.

"Sounds good sweetheart," he says with a smile.

I shiver after he says that and I realize that I suddenly don't mind that nickname. He puts in The Conjuring and I mentally prepare myself. As the opening screen comes on I'm already burying my face in his shoulder.

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Finally, The conjuring is over and I literally lived in his shoulder for that entire movie. He laughs at me and my scared expression after the movie and I glare at him. He quickly runs away and puts in She's the Man and I get really excited. This is probably my favorite movie of all time. The movie starts and I start watching intently, hushing Daniel anytime he tries to talk. I mouth along with the actors and get excited when Channing Tatum has his shirt off. I can hear Daniel laughing at me, but I don't care. This is my all-time favorite movie. When it is over I sigh and lean back in the couch. I look at my phone and notice it is already 8:00 and I realize how tired I am. He puts in our last movie and I lean into his shoulder and feel myself start to doze off. I wake up again a couple hours later and realize I'm being carried in someone's arms. I look up and see Daniel's face. I start to doze off again knowing I'm safe when suddenly I'm set down in a bed and I realize it's my room and not Daniel's. I'm confused because I thought we were going to his room. I'm a little disappointed to say the least. I sit up in my bed and realize I'm not going to sleep anymore. I look at the clock and see that it is only midnight.