Ezra Lucas

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Madeline and I walk down the halls of the school hand in hand. She is wearing a neon green hoodie and black leggings. She makes me really happy. She is something else, but today I have other things on my mind.

It is Friday and I plan on going to the jail where that one guy is. Josh? That may not be his name, I cannot remember. I don't know how Madeline is going to react at my decision, but I really need to do this.

People get in the wrong crowds too much and that's what happened to him. I think he is actually a decent man deep down. He looked pretty young from what I remember, maybe mid-twenties or so.

Madeline nudged my shoulder bringing me out of my thoughts. "What's got your mind running?"

"Well, I actually, sort of, maybe made plans after school." I say nervously.

She grins, "where are we going?"

"I am going to stop by the jail."

Her smile vanishes in one quick motion and her pace slows.

"I need to do this, Maddie, even if it is just one time."

"You and I both know that it will be more than once," she states.

I cannot argue with her because I know she is right. I stare down at my feet as we walk. She suddenly stops and I look up at her.

"I'm going with you."

"No, you are not," I state sternly.

"Ezra!"

"I'm serious, Madeline. You are not coming with me."

"And why not?" She questions and releases her hand from mine.

"Because I do not want you to be around criminals. What if they try to kidnap you once they get released solely because you went to the jail looking hot?"

She gives me one of those 'do not dare compliment me right now' looks. "That is ridiculous, Ezra."

"It is not! It could really happen."

"Yeah, it could happen in a Wattpad story!"

"What's Wattpad?"

"Nevermind," she sighs. "The point is I am going with you whether you like it or not."

"Not if I have any say so in it."

She glares at me. "Put your big boy pants on and let me go with you. Nothing is going to happen to me."

"Fine, neither of us is going. I can write a letter to him."

She sighs and rubs her face. "No, you want to go just go."

"No, I'm not going."

She shakes her head. "We both need some time to cool down. I'm going to class."

I internally agree with her and walk away to one of the back stairwells of the school. I open the door and close my eyes as the cold air hits me like a brick wall. I sigh and lean against the door.

I hate when Maddie and I fight, but she is not going to the jail. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her. She could have gotten hurt when those guys beat me up and it would have been my fault. That is one of the reasons why I threw all my spray paint away. I won't let any more harm come to her if I can help it.

The bell rings echoing through the empty halls. I'm late. Oops. I head to my game design class and my teacher just smiles at me. He is very laid back. He likes me because I do my work and do not play Fortnite. This is my last class, so after this I will go home. I guess I'll be walking because Madeline usually takes me home and we aren't exactly on speaking terms right now.

Madeline's POV

I went to class like I said I would. Ten minutes passed and my stomach was twisted in knots like a pretzel attempting gymnastics. I asked to go to the restroom and thankfully she let me go. I put a paper towel under the cold water and wiped it across my forehead. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Ezra doesn't know this, but when I fight with someone or someone yells at me, I feel sick every time. I never told him because I knew it would make him upset and more protective over me. It would also put another level of pressure on him to not argue with me and I don't want that. Couples need to argue every once and awhile, it's healthy; however, every day or twenty-four/seven is not good for anyone. Ezra and I rarely argue for real. We do playfully argue, but nothing serious like today.

We have been dating for three weeks now. Next week will be one month according to Ezra. The thought makes me smile and my stomach settle. He is so sweet and caring. My smile drops and I throw away the paper towel. He needs to understand that I can take care of myself and just because I go somewhere does not mean that something bad will happen to me. It's like if we went to Wal-Mart, I'd have to stay within sight of him or a mysterious black hole would form in the toy isle and suck me in.

I walk slowly back to class. I do somewhat see where is coming from though. We just need to talk it out and compromise on a few things and we will be alright.