Waiting On Your Lips |Geraskier High School AU| COMPLETED

Bruises And Sleepovers

Jaskier's POV:

I was in the middle of changing my sweater when there was a knock at my door. I had already covered up the bruises and cleaned up some of the apartment so I ran to the door and unlocked it before going back to my room as Geralt walked in.

"I'll only take a couple more minutes and then we can go," I said as I entered my room. I heard Geralt's grunt and then his footsteps going into the kitchen. "Cups are in the second cabinet from the fridge if you'd like some water!" I quickly grabbed a baby blue sweater adorned with colorful stars on the front. It was one of my lighter sweaters but it would do. I fixed my hair up a little so it wasn't as gross looking and re-bandaged some of my cuts so they wouldn't bleed through and soak my sweater. I went into the kitchen to see Geralt sitting at the table, reading the note my mom had left.

"She works a lot so being sick isn't really her highest concern," I said softly, remembering how I had lied to him earlier.

"What about your dad? Isn't he around?" Geralt asked, bringing back memories I thought I had long forgotten. My father had been a vile man, beating my mom and I and coming home drunk, reeking of sex and drugs. I suppose it was a great relief when those drugs came to bite him in the ass and killed him three years ago.

"I...uh...Let's just go to your house?" I suggested, taking the subject as far from my father as possible.

"How about you stay with us for a while? At least until your mom comes back?" I stood there and looked at him. Geralt wanted me to stay at his house? He barely even knows me!!

"I wouldn't want to intrude, really. Besides, you hardly know me." He grunted and glanced at me.

"I'd feel better knowing you weren't alone for a week. I've seen how bad this area can get and knowing you were alone with the kinds of people here worries me." My heart practically melted because Geralt actually gave a shit as to what happened to me.

"One week and then I come back here. As long as your parents are okay with it, of course," I said, giving in. He nodded and I went to my room to get some stuff for the week. I grabbed a few sweaters, some jeans and a pair of shorts, two pairs of pajamas and a little box that had other things I needed including the one prescription I could afford for my anxiety. I packed all of it into an old backpack and grabbed my normal backpack along with it. I took a look around my room to make sure I didn't forget anything I might need for the week. My guitar was at school, my house key was in my pocket, I had my work stuff in my school backpack. Nothing was missing. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand and left my room, shutting the door behind me. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the money my mom left and wrote a note for in case she came home early, like always.

"I thought she'd be gone for a week?" Geralt questioned. I gave him a smile as I put the note on the fridge.

"I always leave a note when I leave. It's how we've always communicated since I was really young," I explained. He gave me a questioning look, probably confused as to why I have a phone. "She doesn't know about a few things like my phone or my job. I'd rather she not know. It's nice to have a constant in our lives, even if it is something as small as leaving notes for each other. It lets us know we've been here even if we don't see the other." He nodded at my explanation and stood up, gesturing to the door. And then we were off to his house.

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The drive to his house was short and silent and just a little awkward but maybe only for me. Poor Geralt is probably only doing this for Ciri's sake. She tends to be a little too caring sometimes and she cares too much for me despite only having one class with me. When we pulled up to his house I was almost frozen in shock. Of course Geralt, the divine being of Witcher High, lived in a god forsaken mansion. I kept my cool and followed Geralt out of the car and into his house in silence. I left my bags by the door to bring to whatever room I was staying in later and followed Geralt into the kitchen where Ciri was making something. It smelled really good and I realized I hadn't had a home cooked meal in years.

"Almost finished with dinner you two, just get comfortable," Ciri said, glancing back at us. This next week will be...a ride.