Not So Average

Chapter 2

It was the morning after the party and I woke up worried about Ricky. Ricky had fought Jaire and, I guessed, he took the blame for everything. I'm so stupid! Why am I so weak? The thought of what happened scared me. I felt so exposed and didn't want to go to school. But my mom wouldn't let me after last night.

"Stop! Leave me alone!" I screamed. I pushed Jaire away from me. He didn't like that at all. He was so angry that he hit me and I fell to the floor. My clothes were beginning to expose my body and I tried my hardest to keep people from watching.

Jaire stood over me and was about to touch me when Ricky tackled him to the floor and started to beat the absolute shit out of him. I didn't know what happened next because I feel unconscious.

That's all I know. Everyone saw me. Exposed, scared, and hurt. I still have the bruise on my face from last night. Was I driven back home? By who? Ricky? But how was he able to get me out of there and beat the shit of him?

My mind filled with so many different emotions and I just collapsed and started crying. I wrapped myself back into a blanket and brought out my earbuds. The only thing I wanted was loneliness. So I put on my playlist and blasted it in my ears. I didn't care.

"Alexis? You up?" I could barely make out the words but I realized someone was calling.

"Come in!" I said. The door opened and it was Ricky. He smiled and my eyes teared up. Ricky had a tray of food in his hands and put it down on the desk. Then it hit me, this was Ricky's room. I ran into him and knocked him over with a massive hug. "Oh my God, I thought something bad happened to you."

"Well, it could've been worse. I'm glad to see you back and up," Ricky said. "This must've hurt though." Ricky put my hair behind my ear and looked at the bruise. I started to heat up and backed up a little bit. Ricky seemed to notice and said nothing. I felt guilty. Ricky had basically took the blame all for himself.

Before I knew it, tears began to fall and I felt overwhelmed and slowly suffocating. Ricky slowly came closer but with caution. He wrapped his arms around me and I just cried into his shirt.

I wanted to stay there forever, which it felt like it was. But I knew that we had to go to school. Wait. Does my mom know where I am? I wanted to ask Ricky but he wasn't pay attention to anything but me. Screw it.

"Did my mom call me last night?" I asked.

"No, I texted her that you were spending the night," Ricky explained. "She didn't mind. You should probably call her though. She hasn't seen you since last night."

"Are you insane? I have to figure out a way to cover this," I said. "I'm scared. I need something to wear today. I can't go back and face my family."

"Don't worry. It might be a little bit bigger but just wear one of my shirts and hoodies," Ricky replied. "Easy fix. But after that we would have to figure something out."

"Okay," I couldn't argue with that but I didn't want to make it harder for him or me. Ricky was always taking care of my problems for me. I appreciated that about him. He was always a big brother to me. But sometimes, I wanted to handle them myself. This is one of those times. Who am I kidding? I can't. I'm too weak.

Ricky stepped out of the room to let me change. I went through one of his drawers and searched for a t-shirt. I found a random one for Hollister. I looked in his closet to see a hoodie that I haven't seen Ricky wear in a long time. It was a hoodie with the numbers, 999, on it. Jeez. When is this guy gonna accept the fact that he's emo? For real tho.