Hi! Permission to hate me granted. I know it's been an extremely long time since I updated, but with 3 AP classes, marching band, a dual enrollment class, and a job, it's really hard to manage. But, good news is, marching band ends next week! I'll finally have my Monday's, Tuesday's, Friday's, and Saturday's back! And that means I'll update more often! I'll try to do one chapter every week, but I'll definitely do one chapter every two weeks- that's a given. One thing I want to say, all these chapters are in draft form. I do a basic spell check on them, but other than that - nothing. After I get to 10 chapters, I'll go back and edit them and make them a little more interesting. I'll put in more detail and use less passive voice and all that AP lang junk. Enjoy!
When his lips met mine, I was too shocked to respond or move, that is until Izaya's grip on my arms tightened and he whispered into my lips harshly, "kiss back!"
I had no idea what to do. Never having kissed a boy before, I was completely inexperienced when it came to anything sexual – even with something as innocent as a kiss. But this kiss was the opposite of innocent; Izaya forcefully stole my first kiss by aggressive attacking my mouth. And I couldn't do anything, for fear of Mikado and Masaomi finding us. I jus knew if I tried to resist in any way, Izaya would do something to alert them to our presence. While we were not the best of friends, we respected each other – and if they were to see us now, that respect for me would be gone.
So I lay there passively, letting Izaya have his way with my mouth. When I heard a door slam, I assumed that those two had left. Immediately, I shoved Izaya off, and surprisingly, he didn't resist, just stood up looking down at me with a smug look on his face. Exhausted, I stayed laying down, warily waiting to see his next move.
"Jenny," he paused, "next time I kiss you, make sure you kiss back. You don't want to make me mad," he turned around and began to walk away. He soon stopped, "Oh yes, before I forget," he put his hand in his pocket and without turning around, pulled out my phone, and threw it backwards. It landed directly beside my head, making a small clattering noise on the cement of the ground. I never heard a door slam, but I knew he was gone. During his small speech, I never looked at him, not wanting to make eye contact. Even when he threw my phone, I never changed my position. After he left, I raised my left hand to my face to check my watch, the studious side of me kicking in to see how much time there was left in lunch.
"Thirty minutes left until fifth period starts. That whole thing only took twenty minutes?" I sat up, grabbed my knees to my chest, and put my head down. I thought I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I was glad that I had time until class started because right now I needed some time to myself to try and get myself together. "I should see if my dad contacted me," I whispered, reaching my left hand out to get my phone, "he must be worried."
I opened my phone to find thirty unread messages. My eyes widened, I knew my dad could overreact when he got worried, but there was no way he'd send me thirty messages. Opening my text messages, I saw three of them were from my dad, and twenty seven of them were from an unknown number. "Must be that bastard." Ignoring the twenty seven messages, I opened my dad's messages. Two were from last night.
Hey sweetie, you never called me last night. Up late studying?
Just wanted to check up on you to see if you were alright, you've only forgotten to call two times before. Sleep well.
And one was from this morning.
Jenny, I'm just a little worried, so please call me when you can.
Poor dad, he was so good to me. Whenever he went on business trips, he liked for me to call him before I went to bed so he could check up on me. I had forgotten once when I fell asleep studying, and once when my phone ran out of charge. I checked my watch once more, "twenty minutes left, ok. I'll call him now." Now more than ever, I wanted to hear my dad's voice. I quickly dialed his phone, and surprisingly, he picked up after the first ring.
"Jenny! Are you ok?"
"Yes, dad. I'm fine. I'm so sorry I forgot to call you last night, I just had to study a lot and I just forgot and crashed in my bed. I hope I didn't interrupt your work?"
"Don't be silly. My work doesn't matter. I'm just happy you're safe, but you sound a little exhausted. Did something happen to you?"
Leave it to my dad to figure out that something was bothering me. I desperately wanted to tell him, wanted him to save me, wanted him to make everything all right, but I couldn't. Izaya was dangerous, and he had connections everywhere. Who knows what he could do my dad or his job? I hated keeping something from my dad because we told each other everything. Whenever I liked a guy, I told him, when I was on my period, even all the weird things I do at my friends' sleepovers. I felt like I was betraying him by keeping this from him, but I was doing it to protect him, at least that was what I told myself to feel better.
Swallowing, I finally replied, "No, nothing really. I just feel like I have a test everyday this week. Probably going to have a lot of late nights this week."
"My poor daughter. You study so hard! Tell you what, when I come back, we'll go out to eat at your favorite restaurant!"
I smiled, my dad knew how to cheer me up, "Thanks, dad. I can't wait till you come back!"
"Why? So you can eat whatever you want?" he joked.
"What?" I pretended to be offended, "no, so I can see you!"
He laughed, "Love you Jenny. I'll see you in a few days."
"Love you too!" I hung up. As soon as I hung up, I got a new text message from the strange number. My good mood from talking to my dad immediately vanished. Bracing myself, I opened the text messages, but decided not to read them. I started deleting them, but the last one caught my eye.
When I said "next time" I meant it
The message time said three minutes ago. What did this mean? Why did Izaya have this interest in me? An error message popped up when I tried to block his number. "That bastard must have done something to my phone so I couldn't block his number."
Putting my phone in my pocket, I finally stood up, walked toward the door, and headed down the stairs. The bell signifying the end of lunch rang as I reached the bottom, "Just in time," I muttered to myself, "how am I supposed to focus in school for the rest of the day? Thank goodness I only have two more classes." I walked to my fifth period class, my footsteps heavy, knowing that my problems with Izaya were just beginning.