"I'll be back down in a few," I shouted towards Jeff's general direction as I rushed upstairs. My coat was thrown onto my bed and I got out of my uniform and hung it up before slipping into a pair of work out pants and a McKinley High shirt. I pack a bag with a set of clothes for the next day and grabbed the necessary items that I would need before slipping into my Converse and back into my coat.

"You ready," Jeff asked when I hit the bottom step. As I nodded he took my bag from me and we made our way out of my house.

Around two hours later, Jeff finally pulled into one of the two spots that they had in front of the apartment. He smiled over at me and turned the car off before we got out of it. He grabbed my bag and he lead me to the front door and then into the small apartment. I was then lead into Nick's room, where he set my bag down.

"Night, Ellie," he said as he pulled me into a small hug. I murmured a small night as he pulled away from me. I shrugged the coat I was wearing off me and placed it on the chair that Nick had in the room along with my bag before climbing into Nick's bed.

The next morning, I was rudely woken up by Jeff jumping onto Nick's bed. I groaned and tried to push him away, but he just laughed and dodged my hands.

"C'mon, Ellie. You have to get up if you want coffee," Jeff said as he finally got off the bed. I groaned again and turned over to face him, finally opening my eyes. "Get up." I muttered a few choice words as I threw the blanket off me and sat up. He left the room after that and part of me wanted to lay back down and cover up in the warm blankets, but I didn't. I got up and lazily changed into the skinny jeans and the shirt that I had brought with me. I put on a little makeup and ran my brush through my hair a few times before putting my Converse on.

I joined Jeff in the small living room that flowed right into the kitchen before we left the apartment. We walked for a few blocks until we got to the small coffee shop that he had talked about on the drive to Westerville. We ordered and after he swatted my hand away and paid, got our drinks and sat down and started talking. This coffee shop was small than The Lima Bean, but it seemed quainter in a way. I heard Jeff groan and looked up from my coffee cake and saw him staring behind me. I glanced behind me and giggled when I saw two of the three council members standing in line. He sighed in relief when he saw the two boys leave with their to go cups of coffee in hand, never even seeing the blonde boy.

We finished our drinks and after Jeff left a tip, we left the cozy coffee shop. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and smiled lazily at me when I grabbed a hold of his arm. We started walking together and we got a few looks from people who passed by us, but mostly I just brushed it off.

"You're being really quiet," I pointed out as we walked through the semi busy street.

"I'm trying to figure out what part to tell you about today," he said as he led us into a nearby park. "Okay, so you know how I was in foster home for awhile before I was adopted?" I nodded as we passed by the playground. "Well some of those years in the foster homes were bad." I led us to a bench and pulled him down to sit by me and pulled my legs underneath me and just waited for him to continue. "When I was almost five, I was sent to this family. They seemed fine enough. They had a son of their own, he was around fifteen when I was brought there, but something had happened to the mom and she couldn't have anymore kids of her own and they started to foster kids. She was fine. She was perfect almost. It was the dad. He worked a lot, so I rarely saw him, but when I did, I didn't want to be there. He drank a lot, even more than my mom had. He hid it well enough when child services came by for their meetings and everything, but then he started hitting me and the bruises and welts couldn't be hidden, but somehow they lied well enough to child services that I was left there. The next month when they were back, he finally snapped in front of them. I think I might have spilt grape juice on the white couch and he just freaked out. He smacked me in front of my case worker. I was taken away that day. I remember crying in her arms as the mom packed my clothes. The dad went to jail for awhile, I don't know anymore." He was crying a little now and I knew people kept looking over and staring at us. I glared at some woman that kept glancing at us and pulled Jeff into a hug. He grasped my back with one of his hands and tried to rid the evidence of his tears with the other.

"Let's get back to the apartment," I suggested to him in a small whisper. He nodded into my neck and I pulled away from him and smiled at him as I tried to wipe away some of the tears.

We left the park, people staring at us as we pushed through the crowd by the gate. I glared at the ones that stared longer than others and leaned closer into Jeff. Once back at the apartment, we collapsed onto the couch and I leaned back into his side and sighed when I felt his hand on my back, rubbing small patterns into my skin.

We fell asleep like that and a few hours later, I woke up to his soft snores. I giggled into his chest and tried to pull away from his embrace without waking him up. He groaned as I left his side and slowly his eyes opened up. I shyly smiled at him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I looked at the clock that hung perfectly on the wall in the kitchen and saw that we had slept most of the day away.

"What time is it," Jeff asked, sleep still laced in his voice.

"Almost four," I answered as I watched him stretch.

"Mm, your mom wanted you home for dinner. We should probably head back to Lima soon." I agreed and we left a few minutes later. The car ride was filled with music and trying to put our conversation in the park to the back of our minds.

After a semi awkward dinner with Jeff and I sharing looks across the dinner table, I was saying goodnight to the other three at the table and heading up to my room. I changed quickly and then sank into my bed for a night in front of my laptop. I talked with Quinn for awhile before deeming it time for me to go to sleep.

Sunday was spent with us being lazy, while mom made pancakes for breakfast. We ate in front of the television, something mom very rarely let us do, and watched old cartoons from our childhood years.

Later that evening, we said goodbye to Nick and Jeff and I held onto Jeff a little longer than usual, most likely getting knowing looks from my mom and brother. They left soon after and I retreated up to my room to finish reading a chapter for the lesson in tomorrow's history class.

Monday morning, I woke up to a text from Quinn telling me that she'd be picking me up at seven. I groaned and made myself get out of bed and into the shower. I changed quickly and then found all the things I would need for the day. I made my way downstairs and found a quick breakfast. By the time I was done eating, Quinn was in my driveway. I grabbed my cell phone from it's place on the counter and shoved it in the pocket of the hoodie Jeff had left.

"Morning," I mumbled after I had gotten into her car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Morning. I wouldn't let Coach see that on you," she said back to me when she eyed the hoodie. "Although it would set Mitchell off again and maybe this time he'd be out of there for good."

"He's back?" She nodded and I groaned, slouching in the seat. She turned the radio onto a station we both liked and we sang along with the music until we got to the school. I groaned again when I saw that Mitchell and some of his friends were congregated in front of the spot we usually parked in.

"Just ignore him. Does this thing have any Dalton things at all?" I nodded and pointed out the Dalton insignia on one side. She made it so that it would show better and smiled at her work.

"Damn it, Quinn. Coach is right over there," I hissed at her as we collected our bags from her trunk.

"Don't worry about it. She's probably just watching to see if Mitchell does anything. I'll explain it to her later," she hissed back. I nodded and shoved my duffle bag onto my shoulder and grabbed my cell phone out of the pocket of the hoodie when I saw I had a text from Jeff.

Morning, Ellie. - Jeff

Morning. - Ellie

What's wrong? - Jeff

Mitchell's back and he's standing in front of our parking spot, just staring at me. - Ellie.

You'll let me know if anything happens, right? - Jeff

Of course. - Ellie

Okay, cool. My classes start soon, but I'm keeping my phone on today, so just text me if anything happens. - Jeff.

I will. - Ellie

I turned my phone on silent and watched Sam and Quinn for a few moments until they started to walk away. I caught up to them quickly enough and fell into step next to them.

"Q, Duval," Coach Sylvester called out and I groaned a little as we left Sam and walked over to her. "I want Wallace out of her. No one has the right to lay a hand on a Cheerio." We nodded as we listened to her. "I want that Dalton boy over here as much as possible, no exceptions. Got that, Duval?" I nodded as I reached for my cell phone. "Now get to class!" We hurried away and I started texting to Jeff.

My coach is trying to get Mitchell out of here… She mentioned you being here as much as possible. - Ellie

I can try. You know how hard these two hour drives are though. - Jeff

I know. Football practices run later on Wednesdays. And there are always games on Fridays. If Coach Beiste catches him doing anything to me, or even you for that matter, she'd have him out of here in the blink of an eye. - Ellie

Then I'll be there Wednesday to pick you up. - Jeff

I have practice that day so if you get here before I'm done just come to the gym. - Ellie

Okay. Have a good day. - Jeff

You too. - Ellie

Okay first off I'm going to say I'm so sorry for this being incredibly late. I meant for it to only be about a week until I posted a new chapter, but things happened. I got into a car accident the day that I was going to finish this chapter and post it. My car is totaled and luckily all I got out of it were some bruises, some cuts, and soreness for a few days. I hung out with my friends a lot last week and basically I couldn't write while I was around them all. Then I had a show on Sunday that I had to do and court way early the next morning. So I'm so incredibly sorry.

So this chapter, I really don't like it. It's shorter than what I would have like and really it kind of sucks... I had this amazing idea for this chapter and then everything happened and I had no time to write it, so it went away and I ended up writing this thing.

Yeah, anyways, hopefully the next chapter will have more drama and whatever else I've made this story into being. Haha.

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