Chapter 4:
Elliot's POV
Sauntering my way out of the classroom, I chuckled at the thought of her face when I left. Come to think about it, I'm actually kind of nervous for her to come over. Gosh, I'm turning soft. I don't get nervous, therfore, I am not nervous. I refuse to be.
I abruptly stopped, realizing Izzie didn't know where she was going. Also, realizing I didn't even know where her house was. So, turning back around, I found her looking around lost, holding a piece of paper in her hands. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and turned her into a different direction. People in the hallway gave me confused/envious looks. Some from guys and some from girls, which only made me pull her closer.
"I forgot you didn't know where you were going." I said.
"Thanks." She whispered, keeping her head down.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, leave it." Izzie stated sternly.
I just nodded and kept walking down the hall. I remembered where her locker was, so I went in that direction. The hallways were clearing up, meaning that we should probably hurry to get to class. Reaching her locker she unlocked it, shoving her books in. I watched as she grabbed another blank notebook that was blue and shut the locker quietly. My hand shot out and grabbed the notebook. She looked at me confused, which I ignored. I'm just being a gentleman. Remembering that we had the same schedule meant that we were going to the same place.
"Hey, I think you'll like the History teacher, he's pretty cool." I spoke.
"I hope so because that's my favorite subject."
"It's mine too." I said smiling.
She smiled and continued walking with me, but I couldn't help but notice that she was slightly limping and leaning into me.
"Why are you limping, if you don't mind me asking?" Suddenly wishing I didn't ask that.
"I-I I twisted my ankle." She stuttered.
"Don't lie.." I whispered, and stopped walking.
"I-I'm not."
I sighed and re-wrapped my arm around her shoulder, wishing she would open up to me. But, we've only known each other for a day, so how do I expect her to open up? I can't, not at least for a couple of months.
"Let's get to class before we're late." I said, changing the supject.
She nodded and kept walking, following me while we made a series of lefts and rights. We had pretty big school for a small town. But, the only reason why we had to walk so far was because the History wing was all the way on the other side of school.
I smirked knowing that we would have to sit next to eachother for the rest of the year because we were late and there wouldn't be anywhere to sit. Once we came to the classroom I opened the door for her to go in first. Immediately all eyes were on us. Izzie put her head down and quickly made her way to the back empty desk. I glared at all the girls that looked jealous and made my way back there. Today is going to be a long day.
~3 hours later~
*BRINGGG* The bell signals that it is finally the end of the school day. Thank goodness today was a Thursday. I picked up my stuff and rushed my way out of the class, ignoring all the confused stares. I frantically searched the hallway for Izzie, I had forgotten to ask where she lived. I found her and instantly made my way towards her. Once I got to her I grabbed her arm, which made her flinch and turn around. Dropping my hand from her arm I gently pushed her towards her locker.
"I forgot to ask where you lived." I stated.
"106 Mockingbird Lane."
"Okay, I'll be there around 4:30 or so becasue I have basketball practice, be ready." I said smiling.
"Okay." She said.
I left her at ther locker and hurried towards the gym, hoping coach wouldn't see me on the way there. Last practice I wasn't there and that meant I would have to run. Running into the locker room, I saw that I wasn't late because half my team was still in there. Maing my way to my locker I stripped from my clothes and threw on my workout clothes.
"So, you and the new girl?" My best friend Ryan said.
"Shut up." I snapped.
"Woah there, I'm just stating the facts dude."
"I'm just helping her around, it's her first day of school." I said.
"Yeah, yeah. I would say otherwise." He smirked.
I ignored him and walked out of the locker room and came face to face with Coach Kickly. Shit.
"You missed last practice." He said sternly.
"Yeah, about that-"
"No excuses! You know the rules, unless you are throwing up or at the hospital you come to practice. Go and run laps around the gym until I tell you to stop." He said and walked into his office.
I should have known that was going to happen. Snatching a bottle of water out of the small cooler, I grudgingly started to run. Tossing the bottle to the other side of the room, I slowly jogged around. Great, now I'm going to be all sweaty picking Izzie up. Good think she's not like Lucy, or she'd freak out and make me take a shower before I even gotten more than 20 feet from her.
Realizing that I've been running for about 10 minutes I looked up and saw the team doing lay ups. Well at least after I run, it will be an easy practice. According to our last game, we didn't really need to practice on anything because we won by 40 points. But, coach has always taught us that we need to keep our game by taking our strengths and making them better. So, now back to the basics.
*20 minutes later*
"Okay, you can stop now." Coach yelled.
Silently, I praised him and stopped running. I was starting to get tired. I'm never going to miss another practice ever again. Joining my team, that were still doing lay ups, I chugged down another bottle of water.
"Why did you miss last practice anyways?" Ryan asked.
"I literally slept and forgot about it." I winced.
"Smooth move." He chuckled.
I glared and started to practice.
Izzie's POV
It's 4:25 and I'm going bat shit crazy. He's going to be here in 5 minutes. My dad isn't home thank god, I don't know where he is. I maneuvered my way through the piles of boxes and walked to the kitchen. We had a medium sized house, a little bigger than our last one. Way more nice than that old dump. I was very grateful for that, because it would make living here a little bit more easy.
I opened the fridge and saw nothing but alcohal. Why am I not surprised? Of course he would stock up on beer and vodka, but no food. My dad is a drunk and a mean drunk too. Hence why I'm limping and have a bruise on my cheek, if you're getting what I'm talking about. Yes, my dad beats me when he's drunk off his ass. He blames me for my mom's death. Which, I don't see how he can because she had died from cancer when I was 12. Right before my 13 birthday. Speaking of my birthday, I will be turning 18 in a couple of months. Meaning my dad will be extra pissy for the next month because of her anniversary.
I miss my mom every day, but even though I was so young, I knew my mom well enough that she wouldn't want me to dwell on it. Sometimes I'm glad she's gone because I wouldn't want her to deal with dad, I'd rather take the beating than her. Because you never know, my dad might have become a drunk with her alive.
*DING DONG* My doorbell chimed. I immediately stopped and took a deep breath. Checking my reflection, making sure my re-applied makeup covered my bruise, I went to the door. I opened the door to come face to face with a sweaty Elliot. He looked kind of embarressed.
"I know, I'm all sweaty. Coach made me run half the practice."
I giggled. Wait, what the fuck. Why did I giggle?! Isabelle Crow does NOT giggle. I recovered from my shock and spoke.
"Sucks to suck." I smirked.
"Ha ha. You're hilarious. Now let's go." He said sarcasitcally.
I shut the door behind me, then felt my pocket to make sure I had my phone and key for the house. Having no clue why I brought the key because I knew I'd have to sneak in my window so my dad wouldn't see me.
"Change of plans." Elliot said.
"What do you mean?" I asked skeptically.
"I'm gonna take a shower at my house, then we are going out to eat."
"I'm not dressed to go out to eat though! And I didn't bring money."
"You look pretty the way you are now, and you don't need money." He shrugged and opened the car door for me.
I blushed and got in. Once I actually looked at the car I realized it was a Cadillac. One of my dream cars, black, smooth interior, and glides down the road. I hate him more now.
"Like the car?" He chuckled shutting the car door on his side.
"You have no idea." I said in awe.
He only laughed.
"I hate you, this is seriously one of my dream cars." I glared.
He laughed harder. I made an 'umph' noise and buckled my seat belt. It only took about 10 minutes to get to his house, which I was very thankful for because he reaked so bad. I rushed out of the car and walked up the steps. Making sure to take in the huge house that was in front of my eyes. Of course he lived in a freaking mansion! He's Mr. Perfect! I looked behind me and realized we had to go through a gate to get through his house.
You're joking. Why did I agree to come to his house that at least 2 of mine could fit into!? Well, you see, it's because I'M STUPID. It was a white house with some brick, arch pillers in the front walk in, and beautiful lighting. (Picture on the side. Just picture it with a bigger driveway and a tiny bit bigger house with trees around it.)
I just stood there in awe, again! Why, why, why, why, why?!
"It's not that big." Elliot said, scratchig his neck.
I scoffed and shook my head. In return, he just walked up the steps and opened the doors. I quickly followed him and instantly got hit with a yummy smell. I looked around and smiled slightly, his house looks very homey. Which was one thing I wasn't expecting. I heard a faint voice to my left and looked at Elliot.
"Mom's home." He said and pushed me gently towards the voice.
Nervous, I fixed my hair and clothes self conciously. I just met him and I'm meeting his mom, can you say freaking out? But all that drained away once I saw her. She had an apron wrapped around her small waist and flour on her noise. She looked so nice that I couldn't help but smile. She had medium length brown hair and warm brown eyes.
"Mom, this is my friend Izzie." He introduced us.
"Hello Mrs. Lakerfield." I politely spoke.
"Oh don't call me Mrs. it makes me feel so old! You can call me Carrie or Caroline." She said smiling.
I nodded and smiled.
"It smells good in here, what are you making?" Elliot asked.
"You're favorite." Caroline said smiling.
"Pizza?!"
His mom nodded, laughing at her son's little kid expression. I did as well, he sure is something else.
"Just wait till you have her pizza, you won't want to go back to any other kind." He said smiling.
"I thought we were going out to eat?" I asked.
"Well.." He said sheepishly.
"It's fine. I'd rather try your mom's famous pizza."
"Phew. Okay."
"Mom, we're going up to my room so we can start on our project!" Elliot announced walking us out of the kitchend.
"Alright." She said.
We walked through the huge dining room, livingroom, family room, and finally to the stairs. I loved the furniture it was all modern and home like. We walked up the stairs and then made a right down another hallway. Kept walking to the end till we got to a big door on the left. Elliot opened it and my mouth immediately dropped. He had a huge room! Again I'm shocked. But, what surprised me was the room was a absolute complete mess. I had pictured him being the clean type.
"Shit, I completely forgot about cleaning my room. I swear it is usually not this messy!" He promised.
"Mhmm, sure." I smirked.
"Whatever, just stay there while I pick up my clothes."
I stood there for a couple of minutes till he picked up all his clothes and threw them in the laundry basket.
"Okay, now you can come in. I'm going to go hop in the shower."
I nodded and sat on the edge of his bed. Did I mention it was a king size? It felt like you were sitting on a cloud, I loved it. After a couple of minutes I fully laid down and closed my eyes, just resting until he got back. Before I knew it I fell asleep.
Elliot's POV
I got out of the shower, realizing I forgot my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the door to see Izzie fast asleep on the bed. She looked so cute scrunched up in a little ball. Quietly making my way towards my closet I threw some clothes on. I tip toed over to my night stand and grabbed the glass of water that was sitting there. She's going to kill me, but I don't really care.
I splashed the glass of water on her face and she popped up off the bed. She glared at me and rubbed her face to get the water off. My eyes widened when I saw the big purple bruise that was on her cheek. My hand immediately went up to her cheek and rubbed over it. She winced and put her head down, making my hand fall off.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"Nothing." She whispered.
"Please tell me." I begged.
"Not yet. But do you have anything to cover this up?"
"I'll go get some of my moms makeup." I sighed.
Before I got up I saw a tear slide down her face. I put my thumb and forefinger on her chin and lifted her face up. Wiping her tears away softly before leaving the room. My hands clenched and un-clenched knowing that something had happened to her. Who would hit a girl? That pisses me off.
I walked into my moms room and grabbed her makeup bag and speed walked back to mine. I found her the same place she was before, sitting on the bed. I grabbed her hand and made her come to my bathroom. I sat the bag down on the counter, then put my hands on her waist and lifted her up. I grabbed a cut cleanser and opened it up, rubbing it softly on her cut and bruised face. She flinched when I touched the worst spot. I dried her face off and handed her the bag.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Anytime, babe."
I hope you liked this chaper! I decided since the last one was so short to make another one today. I hope this one is at least a little bit longer than the last! I've been writing it for about 2 hours with some breaks in between. You guys better love me! ;) Anways, I tried to maket his chapter a little more interesting than the last. He saw her bruise, when do you think she will tell him? Next couple days? Today? Or longer? We'll have to see! VOTE! I got a vote for the last chapter so it really made me excited to update again. So thank you, for whoever voted!(:
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