The Bad Boy's A Softie

XII

"Need a ride?" My eyes met a pair of bright, hazel eyes. Matthew gave me a half smile, as I was standing outside of his car, shivering. I looked at his outfit only to see him wearing a new shirt and a pair of shorts.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?" I said, looking down at my outfit and seeing the mess I was.

Matthew sighed and shook his head. "Just get in, Willow," He said, opening up his car door. "I'm not leaving until you are in this car." I bit the inside of my lip and took a deep breathe before getting inside of his car, shutting the door beside me.

"I'm sorry, i probably smell horrible," I said, frowning and looking out the window. I heard a low chuckle as I felt the car start moving. "You're fine." He said, honestly. "I just want you to know that none of what happened was your fault. I got Gwen to confess that she got someone to put some Ipecac in your drink."

My eyes widened as I realized what had happened. I sighed and looked back over to him, seeing him turn onto his street.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we drove down the road. "Where do you think?" He said, chuckling before turning into his driveway. "C'mon, let's go clean you up."

I got out of the car and followed him inside. The outside wind blew against my wet clothes, making me shiver. Matthew quickly put his hand on my back and lightly pushed me ahead of him, hurrying us inside.

I walked inside and followed him upstairs to his bedroom. When we entered his bedroom, he went over to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and some sweats. "Sorry, this is all I got for you. Enjoy," He said, before handing over the oversized clothes. He escorted me into his bathroom and showed me where everything is.

"When you get in the shower, i'll come grab your old clothes and wash them, okay? Meet me downstairs when your done and take your time," Matthew said as he put the clothes down on the counter. I nodded my head in reply as he walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After he closed the door, I quickly got undressed and put my dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. I turned on the shower and got in, feeling the water quickly heat up.

The hectic images from this past night flooded into my head as I ran some of the cold shampoo into my hair. I massaged the shampoo deeper into my hair, feeling my scalp against my fingertips. I closed my eyes and tried to get the horrible thoughts of tonight out of my head. Monday at school would be humiliating after tonight. Rubbing my face, I opened my eyes to see black makeup all over my hands. I watched as the water fell onto my hands, down my palms and fingertips. The blackness on my hands slowly washed away until my hands were clean again.

I heard the door open as I started to raise my hands back up to my hair.

"Hey sorry, just coming in to grab your clothes. Take your time, Willow," I heard Matthew say. After A few seconds of hearing him shuffle around the bathroom, I finally heard the door close.

I sighed and continued to wash my hair. I finished up my hair and body, turning off the shower and stepping out. I felt the cold air hit my warm body, filling my skin with goosebumps. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I grabbed the clothes Matthew had given me and put them on delicately, even though it was just a pair of sweatpants and a sweater.

After putting on the clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my natural face staring back at me. I shook my head and walked to the bathroom door, opening it and walking out.

I looked around at Matthew's bedroom, seeing that he was no where to be found. I grinned and started to look around, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to snoop. His bed was on the opposite side of the room, perfectly made. His sheets were waves on the ocean, hitting the shore. Right above his bed was the surfboard his dad had made him. I looked over to his desk, seeing old picture frames on it. I picked one up and saw that it was a photo of him, me, Rachel, and Ryder. We were all sitting on the beach, the light shining down on us. Rachel and I were poking our heads out behind Matthew, grinning as wide as we possibly could. I smiled at the memory before placing the frame back down.