Her Rock

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Declan's POV:

I walk into school and see her. Her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. It's hard not to notice her, she seems to light up the room. She's walking over to a girl who I presume is her friend. She looks happy to see her and doesn't even see me coming.

"Ellie, wait up." I yell walking over to the innocent girl, ignoring everyone else.

Her and her friend turn around, looking to see who called Ella's name. When they spot me, I smile at her. Ellie and her friend seem surprised as I join them.

"O-oh umm h-hey Declan." Her voice comes out shy. She has an angel's voice, beautiful and soft.

"Who's that Ella, and why didn't you tell me you were talking to a hot guy." The girl next to Ella asks, putting her hand on her hip. Ella's friend was pretty for sure, but she had nothing when it came to Ella.

Instantly she blushes and its hella adorable. She's just so damn innocent. I just want to run my hand along her warm cheeks and touch her pink pouty lips.

"Yeah, Lil' one. Why didn't you tell your friend here that you were talking to a hot guy." I tease, loving it when her cheeks flush in color.

"You're on nickname basis?" Ellie's friend questions, "Well then, I guess I'll just scoot out of here." She smiles, "But Ella, you're spilling all the details later."

Ellie gazes down, her cheeks flush scarlet in embarrassment. I smile at that, knowing I'm the cause of it. She's so different, it's refreshing. She's not fake, she doesn't put up an act. Though she's shy, she's herself, her real self.

"Oh Ellie, so so innocent." I tut.

I watch as her little blonde eyebrow's furrow, she's thinking in that small head of hers. With her friend not here, she seems much more skittish.

"Umm I should u-uhh get to class." She lets out, but won't meet my eyes. She's not trying to be rude, she's just not comfortable.

"First period doesn't start for another ten minutes lil' one. Come on, I'll walk around with you." I smile wide, she looks at me for a second before deciding. She's too polite to actually tell me no.

"A-alright." She gives in.

We start walking around the halls. I look over at her to see she's looking down. She's always looking down when she walks. It's almost like she just wants to disappear and doesn't want others to notice her. Just like when she bumped into me with her shopping cart, her eyes were down and when they finally glanced up she looked like she wanted to cry.

She starts to twiddle her thumbs which is an obvious nervous habit. It's kind of cute but it bothers me that she feels insecure. She doesn't deserve to feel that way, nobody does.

"Why do you always look down when you're walking in public? Sure you're shy but you shouldn't let that define you." I state the obvious because it honestly bothers me that she looks so scared.

She stops in obvious shock. She wasn't expecting that.

"I d-don't know, I g-guess it's a habit." She responds which is only a half truth. But I don't push her to tell me, I get it.

Suddenly I feel the urge to do something about it. I lift my hand to her chin so she's looking at me. "I see you and I see how you let your insecurities take over you." I say seriously "Don't let them."

With her chin in my hand, I can't help but notice how soft and smooth her skin is. I want to run my fingers along her face and memorize every small detail.