It's Complicated

Chapter 13. Don't Get Your Hopes Up.

A/N: Gahhh I'm such a terrible writer. Ik Ik

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His eyes widen like he just realized what he did. "Troye, I-Im so sorry." He sticks out his hand to pull me up. I scoot away from it and stand up by myself. I start walking to the door but he grabs my shoulder. I wince and shrug it off. "C'mon I'm sorry. Don't go."

"Leave me alone."

"Please just let me like, clean you up." He says softly.

"No. I can do it myself. I do not need your help." I say harshly.

"Please. I'm sorry."

I sigh and close the door I opened a while ago. I go to the bathroom leaving the door open. I'm rummaging through the drawers And cabinets looking for cotton balls. Jake is soon standing in the doorway with a bag filled with them. He puts them on the sink and slightly grabs my shoulders and makes me sit on the toilet seer. He wets one of the cotton balls and lifts my head gently.

He dabs the cut until its clean then does the same with my sliced lip. He smiles slightly and goes back to the cabinets and pulls out to boxes of band aids.

"Neon or Princess?" He asks referring to the boxes. Are you trying to make a joke? Because its not funny. I think to myself.

He sighs when I don't answer him. He pulls out a neon one which is neon orange. He dabs it with this medicine stuff fir cuts and put it on me.

"Would you like some ice for your cheek?" I shake my head slightly and stand up. "Wait, are you leaving?" He asks worried.

What I stupid question. Of course I'm leaving. I say to myself. I nod and before he can say anything I walk out the front door.

Just my luck.

Its pouring.

I sigh and walk down the steps to the sidewalk and continue walking.

"Wait!" Someone yells after me. I turn around to see Jake running up to me. "Come inside. Your house is blocks away and its raining hard. Your gonna get sick!" He shouts over the rain. I shake my head.

"No. I'm want to go home. Who cares if I get sick!"

"I do." He says softly. He gently grabs my arm and reluctantly I follow him inside again.

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After getting into dry clothes I give up being mad at him and crawl into his bed. I know he didn't mean to do what he did.

I pull the covers to my chin while I'm sitting up waiting for him to finish changing. Soon he comes out of the bathroom and stands in the door way. I smile slightly at him letting him know I'm not mad anymore. He smiles wide and runs and jumps on top of me. I giggle and he starts kissing my neck. I laugh slightly tilting my neck giving him easier access. He stops and sits up and I pout. He examines my face and his face goes from happy to guilty.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to." Jake says softly.

"Hey," I say bringing his face closer to mine. "its okay." I kiss him softly. He kisses back and starts looking for something in his drawr.

"Stick out your wrist." He orders. I furrow my eyebrows but do what I'm told. He smiles and ties a red bracelet that has a 'J' on it around my wrist.

"Promise me to always keep it and never throw it away. I don't care if you take it off, but don't ever lose it. Promise me that."

I look up at him and smile slightly. I nod. "I promise."

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