Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 46 - Get Offended and Scream "Rape"

Chapter 46 - Get Offended And Scream "Rape"

It took a while to figure out who was sleeping where. I kept offering for Mason to sleep on my bed because he's a guest, he kept refusing because it's my bed, and my mom just wanted us to share the damn twin-sized bed. There would be no room and I'm not sleeping in the same bed as my bully. After finally settling for him to sleep on the couch, Justin decided to stay as well because he felt uneasy leaving while Mason and I were alone. Ruby seemed to agree. They almost slept in my room too, if not for Mason convincing them that he wouldn't molest me. I almost wanted them to stay considering what happened the last time both of us were alone in a room, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them. 

Maybe Mason has changed since then. Talking about what happened would only cause unwanted drama. I've had enough of that already.

But... I can't help but feel... embarrassed? Flushed? Agitated? I don't know how to feel when there's a boy sleeping a few feet away on my couch. One whom I have a bad past with. One whom is my "boyfriend".

Boyfriend.

The word sunk into my skin and I felt my face reddening. I gave a frustrated sigh and shoved my face into a pillow as if it would stop my mind going places it shouldn't be.

What do couples even do? Constantly cuddle and call each other pet names? Feed each other?

I stopped blushing with that thought and attempted to hold in the vomit in the back of my throat.

I'm not doing that with Mason.

I sat up. "Erm... Mason?" I tried saying quietly but the awkwardness of the question in my mind just made my voice sound like a croak. I heard shifting where he was supposed to be sleeping. "Yeah?"

I stayed silent for a moment before taking in a breath. "Um... I know we're supposed to be dating and stuff, but can we not do... whatever couples do?" 

More shifting was heard on the couch and I could soon see a figure sitting up. The moon from the window behind him gave me a clear sight of his outline, but the angle blocked my vision from being able to detect his face. I almost wanted to see his face. Almost. "Whatever couples do?" He repeated. "Have you never been in a relationship?" 

....

"That wasn't my question-"

"Seriously?? Holy shit, Melissa. You should've told me this before. I would've put way more effort into this relationship." I could feel the smile on his face and I scowled. "Why would I have told you this before? It's not like I ever plan on dating you."

"And look where we are now."

"We're not technically dating so don't get your hopes up."

"Well, the school doesn't that."

........

I took my pillow and chucked it at him. All I could hear was a grunt and a small thump from the pillow making contact with his face. He let out a quiet laugh as he rubbed his nose and I already knew he was playfully glaring at me even though I couldn't see his face. "Owww. How is your aim so perfect?" 

I chuckled too. "I don't know, it just is." 

Cue the silence.

"You, idiot. You never answered my question." I chucked another pillow at him, once again, smacking him in the face. He laughed again as he let out another grunt, covering his nose as if it would soothe the slight pain. "I don't think I'll be able to talk if you keep abusing me like this." I felt his grin. "You're gonna knock out some of my teeth."

"Just answer it and I'll stop." I threatened. 

"Okay, fine. We don't have to do anything." He shielded his face with his hands as if I wasn't going to keep my promise.  I grinned in satisfaction. "Thank god."

A quiet chime went off on Mason's phone and he picked it up to check it. The lighting from the phone brightened the features on Mason's face and I felt slightly happier now that I could see his face. But his smile vanished as he looked at the screen and quietly stood up. I became very confused about what his expression was. It was a mix: Anger, Confusion, Disappointment, and a few others. Mason suddenly started toward the bedroom door and walked out. Curious, I followed him. Not too close behind, but close enough to be able to see where he was going. 

The front door?

Mason hesitated for a second as he reached for the doorknob. "Mason?" I said quietly, almost inaudible. I stepped back a bit a hid behind a corner so whoever was at the door couldn't see me.

Who is he answering the door for at this time? And in my house? I peeked my head around the corner to see as Mason turned the knob. A familiar figure became outlined from the moon behind him. He handed Mason an envelope and spoke softly with a guilty tone. "Please take care of Melissa for us... will you?" Finally hearing the voice made my heart stop and I found myself walking next to Mason to confront the person. 

"... Jordan?" I said slowly. 

Up close, his features looked so clear and his eyes seemed to light up with joy at the sight of me. But then that happiness disappeared and I felt broken inside, having probably caused that optimistic person inside of him to break. "Melissa," He seemed out of breath as he said my name; like a gasp. "I'm... really sorry for the way Raymond and I acted. I can't give an excuse great enough to make what we did okay." His head hung low. 

I don't know what came over me but I found myself taking a few steps closer to him and easily fitting into his arms. He hesitantly hugged back, afraid that I would get offended and scream "rape" like I probably have the last few times. "I'm really sorry, Melissa." He buried his face in my shoulder and I could feel my shirt becoming damp. He pulled me closer and I stayed there for a bit longer. 

How did I manage to get so close to The Boys by constantly pushing them away? It makes me feel guilty for finally appreciating their company because honestly, they really have helped me with a lot of issues. Sure, they've gotten me into some issues too, but I was so focused on who they are, I never really paid attention to how much they were trying to heal my wounds. 

If all of The Boys were here right now, I'd have to tell them how grateful I am for what they've done. 

I breathed calmly as I rubbed Jordan's lower back, unable to reach the higher area due to his height, but hopefully, it was still as comforting. "It's fine, Jordan. It's okay."I sighed. "But can you do me a favor?"

Jordan sniffled a few more times into my shoulder before completely releasing his grip and back up to look at me. His arms loosely fell to his sides and I got a closer look at his teary-eyed face, looking slightly more relaxed due to the hug I just gave him. He nodded, ready to hear my favor.

"Protect me, okay?"

Author's Note

I'm trying to take a bit more time on these chapters because I could end this story so fast, you wouldn't know what happened.

ANd DeAR GOD MY HeART. Jordan, I love you so much! Just... exist in my life please! ;-; 

**when your dream guy is a great cook, funny, caring, and sensitive but only exists in your fictional book

Well, thanks for reading! New chapter coming after exams!