Sugar Cookie

Kie

Kie's POV

We arrived at his house. It was massive! The front door was taller then my whole house! I couldn't wait to get in there.

My face hurt like hell, but I had stopped crying. In my head, I was planning away to get Isaac back. He's done this same thing before, I just have to have a master plan to get him back each time.

The plan was simple. I would sneak out of Jesus' house since Isaac's place wasn't too far from here, and I would tell Isaac how much I loved him. By the time we had been sitting in Jesus' room for awhile, he decided to go to the toilet giving me the perfect opportunity to sneak out without him knowing.

I ran down the stairs to the front door, but when I pushed it opened, an alarm rang. Quickly, I ran out of the house and down the block. About halfway to Isaac's house, I heard Jesus call my name. He was running after me, but I didn't stop until I was on Isaac's porch. I rang the bell, and waited for Isaac to come. Just when Isaac opened the door, Jesus came and stood behind me.

"Who's this?" They asked at the same time.

"I'm Jesus," he introduced, "and who might you be?"

Isaac's brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm Isaac. Now if you would leave my boyfriend alone, we'd be fine." I smiled when I heard the words 'my boyfriend' come out of his mouth so naturally. "Come in Cookie," he told me. I blushed at my full name.

I felt Jesus grip my wrist. "You did this to him!" Jesus practically yelled at my boyfriend, "get the hell away from him. Come on Kie, let's go home." I shook my head at him.

"I'll be fine. He does this every once in awhile. It's okay. Thanks for helping though, Jesus." I told him confidently, but he pulled my towards him so my back was against his chest, and his strong arms were around my body. I tried to wriggle free, but he had a strong grip.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend!" Isaac yelled angrily at Jesus. I just looked at my shoes, finding them more interesting then their conversation.

"No fucking way!" Jesus yelled before turning me to face him, and picking me up so my legs were on either side of his torso. I felt like a baby being argued over by two parents. Jesus turned around and began walking away with me in his arms. Isaac gave him a growl and slammed the door.

I sighed, "why would you do that?" I asked him as he walked us home, "really, I am fine. He just gets a little angry sometimes. I still love him. And I can walk myself you fucking idiot."

He didn't put me down. Instead he shot back at me, "oh I'm the idiot? You let that bitch convince you that you were in love with him. I saw it before my own eyes! Just shut up for a bit, okay?"

I rolled my eyes and rested my head sleepily on his shoulder. Luckily tomorrow was a Saturday, so I don't have to get up early. The only thing I had tomorrow was a session with my therapist at three.

We finally arrived back at Jesus' house. He sat me down on the couch in his room, and made me stay there in fear of me running off to my boyfriend again. "You're spending the night here," he shouted from the closet he was in doing who knows what, "text your mum and tell her." I was going to argue but decided against it since he was pretty sure of himself, so I texted my mum. She asked if I needed anything, and I just told her no and that I'd be fine.

Jesus came out of the closet (A/N teheheh) with a shirt and shorts in hand. "Here, you can wear these to bed later, but for now, I'm going to order WASO. What do you want?"

I shrugged not really in the mood to eat or talk to him at the moment. He grabbed my chin gently and forced me to look up at him just as Isaac did. When he brought his hand up I flinched, but all he did was pat my hair and sit next to me. He typed into his phone what he was ordering, and sat back. After being in that position for awhile, I grew uncomfortable so laid my head on his thighs and my legs across the couch. I closed my eyes and drifted off.