Ian and I were studying like crazy that night! After he left I studied a little more and fell asleep around 2 in the morning! I woke up and looked at my clock. It was 8:30, School starts at 9:00! I cursed under my breath then I thought. "Oh shit!" I thought. Ian might still be asleep and so I called him.

*Ring Ring

*Ring Ring

*Ring Ring

*Ri-

"Hello?" Ian answered. He sounded like he just woke up.

"Ian?" I said. Ian moaned.

"Wendy, It's to early." Ian said.

"Ian it's 8:32!" I said.

"What!" He said, "School starts at 9:00!"

"I know, get ready, I'll pick you up." I told him.

"Ok. Bye." He said.

"Bye." I replied and hung up. I got ready quickly and drove to Ian's house. When I got there he ran out with sunglasses on. Which was strange 'cause he never really wore them. Ian was running out when a flying book hit him in the back of the head! It hit him so bad that he triped! I got out of my car and ran to his side to help him up. A shoe flew out this time but we dodged it. Then his ass of a father sticks his head out and shouts at him (If you wonder where his mom is, she left them when Ian was 10.)

"And you stay out! You basterd!" His father yelled. I helped Ian up and helped him in the car before speeding away. I looked over at him. He was rubbing the spot where the book hit him.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled at me. He took his sunglasses off to look at the black eye his father gave him!

"Oh my god!" I said jumping a little.

"It's ok." He smiled again, "I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be..." I said quietly.

"Don't worry." Ian said, "It's really nothing to be worried about."

"If you say so." I sighed. We came to school, On time! We had World Studies second period and were gonna take the test.

"Ok." Mr. Frank, Our teacher, said while handing out the tests, "I hope you all studied for this test. Take your time. Annnnndddd begin." We started. It was pretty easy but some of it was challenging. Me and Ian finished a bit earlier then anyone else and to pass the time passed notes to eachother. We couldn't really hide it, we were giggling to much! After class we went to third period, young living (Where we learned about what to do when we were adults and today had to take care of a baby doll that cries!) Ian and I always goofed off in that class! We make eachother do weird stuff and it was so funny!

"Ok now." Mrs. Lee said handing out the baby dolls, "Name your baby and begin parenthood." Mrs. Lee handed us a boy and gave the other "parents" fake birth certifactes.

"What should we name him?" Ian asked.

"I know!" I smiled and wrote "Ian Jr." On the certifacte. Ian smiled.

"Great name!" He said and we both laughed. In sixth period, Ian got in soooo much trouble! Before Ian's dad started to be a douch Ian took his dad's phone. Mr. Stodered (English teacher) was very stricked and you could get him mad easily! Well, Ian took his dad's phone and stuck it in his pants (Yes where that part was) and told me to call it. At first I didn't know why until I called it. The ringtone played and everyone shot around to see what it was. I looked over at Ian and he looked at me and smiled.

"Sorry I have a Phoner!" He shouted and everyone laughed! Mr. Stodered sent him down into the principal's office and everyone clamed down. After school, I met up with Ian.

"I can't believe you did that in class!" I laughed.

"I thought it be funny." He shrugged.

"What did the principle say?" I asked him when we were walking to the parking lot.

"He forgot the whole siguation!" Ian beamed, "He said to take off my sunglasses, I said no, so he took them off my face and saw my black eye! He looked then asked if I was ok and sent me to seventh period." We drove laughing and talking. Then I parked in front of his house. That's when a feeling of worry swept through me.

"Call me if anything goes wrong." I told him.

"I'll be ok." He said, "See ya!"

"Bye." I said and drove home. Ian hasn't called me and I was cut between relief and worry. It was in the middle of the night and I was asleep when my phone rang. I answered it.

"Hello?" I said still half asleep.

"Wendy..." Ian mummbled, "Help me..."

"Ian!" I shot up, "Are you ok?!"

"Help..." He gasped quietly then heard blood splater! I got up, Put on my jacket, and drove off. (I was still in my pajamas. I was wearing a purple tank top with black short shorts and was wearing my blue jacket.) When I got to Ian's house, I saw the police put his dad in the car. I ran in the house, the pavement cold under my bare feet, and ran up to his room. On his floor was Ian laying in a pool of blood with a large kitchen knife in his chest! He was cut up and bruised like no tomarrow! I slump next to him. Crying my eyes out!

"Ian.....please wake up..." I pleaded, tears staining my face, "Please Ian" When I thought there was no hope left, Ian opened his eyes that were also stained with tears. I smiled in relief.

"Wendy...I'm scared now..." He said quietly.

"It's gonna be ok Ian." I assord him. It took all his energy but he crawled closer to me and laid his head on my lap and I brushed some hair out of his beat up face and waited with him till help came. We drove to the hospital and when the operation was over stayed in his room with him.

"Wendy...can you lay next to me?" He asked quietly, "I need someone to be with me."

"Of course." I said and laid next him on the bed and we both fell asleep.

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