Home?

Chapter 4: It's going to hurt like hell.

Declan

I have no idea where I am going but she's not telling me to take her home. So not going to ask. I am still on a little adrenaline rush from the touch of her. She actually touched me! I still can't get that wrapped up around my head. Every time I think about it I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. I know, it's never going to happen again so I just need to preserve this memory for maybe like forever! And the crazy thing is she didn't hesitate to touch me. She buried her face into my chest. God doesn't hate me! Well, he probably still does but he was most likely just tired of looking at the sad guy who was drooling over girl who hates his guts.

It was so funny watching the guys face turn to extremely cocky, to being frozen with fear. I honestly wanted to beat the guy to a blithering pope. But I had to get Ivory out of that situation. I was just driving around town because I couldn't get her out of my mind and I end up saving her. All I saw was her and that guy, him grabbed her wrist and I didn't even think about what to do I just started doing it.

I hope she isn't mad about the whole me acting like a boyfriend. I didn't mind, I wish I could of hold her longer. I have never ever been that close to her. Or ever had her touch me. I know, it was all for show. But when I get home tonight I'm probably going to dream about it. Dream about what if the guy left us there. What If she hugged me, if only, right?

She doesn't seem mad. Quiet, maybe. What if I actually freaked her out? What if I gave her too many hints today? What if she's putting it together? I hear her sigh and that makes me turn my head to look at her. She looks better and surprisingly vulnerable. The words vulnerable and Ivory Morgan don't usually go together. Now, it's my turn to me frozen with fear, I think to myself.

I see a big empty parking lot to my left turn into it and park. We haven't said anything the entire ride. We sit there for a couple seconds. The silence isn't awkward, it's reassuring.
I'm so glad my mother makes me keep my jeep clean. I had saved up for this bad boy since my 13th birthday. I never doubted what car. I always wanted a Red Jeep Wrangler! I would be so embarrassed if my car was dirty and Ivs was in it. I have to repeat that in my head Ivory's in my car!

I turned to look at her. And all I see is the back of her head. Her head is turned looking at a white house across the street. It was one of those picture perfect type houses. With rose bushes on each side of the windows on the front. With a blue door and I bet there's a mat under the door that says 'Welcome'. You would think they would be toys in the front yard but there isn't. The grass is bright green almost looks fake. There's one Old beat up yellow mustang under the carport. It's one of those old-fashion types of mustangs, one of my favorites.

"That's my house," She says almost disappointedly. She looks back at me. I have never seen her like this. I don't know how to respond or even react. Is she wanting to talk about why she looks like she would rather hang out with me then stay at home. What's going on there?

"Are you okay? Back at when you were walking, I mean. You looked kind of shaken up," I ask her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nice acting," She says with almost smile.

Well, that's a good sign! I smile back at her. "Not so bad yourself," my smile drops when I realize we're across the street from her house. "Well, is there anything else I can do for you? Can I help you in any way? I just don't want you to feel like, I don't know, like your damsel in distress."
She laughed at that one, more like chuckles. But it still counts as a laugh. It sounds like heaven to me. That brings back my smile.

"Well, actually there is something you can do for me."

"Anything," Literally, I think.