I clench my fists as i turn around to see who had touched me. Shocked at the sight i fell straight on my behind. Elly Smith, the popular cheerleader. Quite literally a cheer leader, she's the captain.
The thing about her is that we were friends in elementary. But then we got to middle school and she was in all the clubs and i spent my time reading and eventually i found Jake Williams. She is pretty. Thin, pretty, and tall. And Jake is handsome, hot, and hellish. I smiled at Elly.
"Who are you?" She asked me, her voice a hushed but forced whisper. All i did was get up, shake my head and walk away. It isn't time for that just yet.
"You are way too strong to be crying. You are way too strong to be cr-" what the heck?! That kind of really hurt. I looked up to see what i had ran into.
"You never texted me back doll." His eyes were void of everything, even color. They were grey, a colorless hue.
"I never got your text doll." I mocked him, flirtatiously of course.
" you've been crying. Tell me why."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." And he did just that, by leaving after smirking and calling me hot.
When i got home i went to my room aftet getting a glass of chocolate milk. Hey i do all the shopping around here so i can get chocolate milk and have it too. I lie on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. My dads, i refer to the 5 men who live here as my dads, painted it like a galaxy, they even put in small subtle twinkling lights to subsitute stars. They go full out for me, always have since the day my daddy died.
I pick up my phone and look at my notifications. I see one text message and one reminder. The text is from an unknown number.
Hello doll.
With just that i know who it is. And i dont text back either. My reminder is my therapy appointment. I go twice a week. I don't complain about going because i love my therapist. She actually helps me and tells no one but my doctor about what we talk about in her room.
I set my phone to silent and curl up into my bed, pulling my stuffed animal into my arms. He is a mediun sized dog the color of the pinkest flower you can imagine. His name is Charlie. He is my pride and joy. But i have never told anyone about him. Some things are meant to be kept between two people. I smile as i fall asleep, remembering when my dad got him for me.
Waking up to someone giving my forehead a kiss should be what every girl imagines, but i am not just every girl. Instead of being wooed i punch the person then quickly stand up, ready to attack.
"Hey calm down kiddo." He chuckles, his voice deep and raspy.
"What the heck Jas? You know i hate that!" I pout like a 4 year old.
"And that's why i do it you knucklehead." He hugs me to him.
Jasper, i call him jas, is 19 with the body of a really fucking hot dude. No joke. He is like a god. I'd date him but i have known him for 5 years so i think that would be weird. He's tall and has a 6 pack.
"Come on let's go swimming!" He practically drags me to my closet and grabs my bikini.
"Turn around or get out so i can change you doofus." I laugh and throw a pillow at him as he turns around. I slip out of my pj's and pulls on the bottoms to my swimsuit. I try to tie the top but fail miserably.
"Hey Jas i need your help."
"Alright with what?"
"I can't get my top tied."
He walks behind me and ties the sky blue top then snakes his arms around my waist and pulls my back to his chest.
"I've missed you." He inhales my scent, he does this whenever he sees me so it isn't odd to me.
"Where've you been Jas?" I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes sadly.
"Not yet okay? I am not ready to talk about it." His smile reappears as he kisses my forehead. His smile turns into a cocky smirk as he lifts me over his shoulder. He bites my side before throwing me into the water. But what comes up must fall down, so i hold on to him, making him fall into the pool with me. Thankfully we have a heated pool so i do not have to worry about my nipples trying to cut through my top.
