A angel in need

Chapter 6: A angel found

Kim.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds. And not sweet little songbirds but huge mocking crows. Just another example of how horrible my life was. I yawned, opening my eyes just a bit.

"Holy crap, I'm not in my room. I must still be in Jack's!"

I relaxed, until I remembered what part of the room I was in.

"You're in his bed. You're in his FREAKING bed. That means.."

I shifted my head to the side and saw Jack, still calmly sleeping. His hair was messed up, part of it flopping across his face.
It was actually kind of cute.

"What the heck is he gonna think?! I've got to get out of here!"

I slowly tried to ease myself out, but then Jack rolled over. I froze as he put his arm around me and hugged me close.

"Great... Just freaking great.."

I tried to wiggle it, but he had an iron hold. I glanced at his arm. The Seaford class shirt he was wearing really showed off his... impressive biceps.

"Man, he's just about as muscular as Dad! And Dad said that weightlifting wouldn't give you those muscles, only martial arts..."

Well, struggling was useless; I'd have to wait for Jack to wake up. Or wake him up. Which would be awkward. Times a hundred.
I glanced around the room. I saw Jackie Chan and Bobby Wasabi posters on the wall. On his bedside table I saw a clock which read 4:00 AM.
I looked out the window. It was just about dawn.

"Relax... Go back to sleep."

"Are you crazy?! I just met him yesterday! Who am I? Juliet Capulet?"

But, my lack of sleep took over. I sighed, relaxing back next to Jack.
I could feel his steady, slow heartbeat and his warmth. All the jocks at school doused themselves with Axe and Drakkar Noir, but Jack was different.
Up close, he smelled clean, a mix of soap and mint. It was nice, really nice. I closed my eyes and enjoyed how extremely comfortable I was.I dozed off into the most bliss I've had in ages.

What felt like eternity later, I heard a small chuckle.
I looked up. Jack was awake. I felt myself blushing.

"I-I, I'm so sorry for - th-this is really awk-" I stammered.

"Shh, it's okay. I didn't mind," he cut me off.

"Whew..."I sat up, wincing.

"How's that arm?" He asked.

"Still painful," I replied.

"You want a sling for it?" said Jack, examining it.

"You just happen to have one lying around?" I said, incredulous.

Jack got up and crossed the room, opening a med bag.
"My mom's a nurse, she makes me keep this stuff around, just in case," he said, returning with a sling. I put it on and adjusted the strap.
"Feel better?"

"A lot, thanks" I replied. Jack smiled.

"Jack, this is way too much. I'm sorry that I have to burden you with all my problems." I said bitterly.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay. Your situation is awful. Any guy would be a jerk if he didn't step in."Jack said, smiling again.

"Then I guess there are a lot of jerks at my school. Oh wait, I already knew that."

"Everyone's always told me that God doesn't give you more than you can handle, but I just don't see it." I stated.

"Maybe that's when He sends someone to help you. Like... a concrete angel." Jack said, staring deeply into my eyes. I looked away, blushing. My eyes caught his alarm clock. 7:45 AM.

"Crap, I'm gonna be late for school." I gestured to the clock.

"We're gonna be late for school. I don't have time to change, I'll have to wear this outfit." I glanced out the window.

"Here, I'm gonna grab my bag and I'll meet you outside your house." Jack nodded. I slipped out the window into my room, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs.

"Look at that... you got yourself a boyfriend!"

"Come on, he's just helping me. I wish he never found out."

"Well, he does have those broad shoulders and a very attractive smile..."

"Why don't you shut it?!"And with that, the inappropriate part of my brain sat quietly. I walked past the living room. My father and mother were passed out on the couch, with at least half a dozen beer bottles on the floor. I sighed and picked up their trash. They were snoring heavily.

"Hopefully they'll be sober this afternoon, but I doubt it."

I dumped the bottles in the recycling bin, grabbed my board, and caught up with Jack outside.
We sped off toward Seaford High.

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When we got to school the bell had only just rung. The people in the hallways starred in shock as I walked in with someone. And that the person was acting like he knew me no-less.

"QUIT STARRING!" I mentally screamed at them.

I made my way over to my locker,and opened it with a creak.

"Hey look! Our lockers are next to echother!" Jack exclaimed excitedly.

"Yay...?" I asked,he rolled his eyes.

"Oh,don't be like that!"

"Like what?"

"All negitive-ish."

"First. What the heck is 'ish' supposed to mean? Second. What do I have to be positive about?"

"Me-e-e!" He sang. I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder with my uninjured arm.

"Man,you punch hard for a girl." Jack said,rubbing his shoulder.

"I can hit harder than that,Buster!"

"Lets just get to class,goofball." I smirked and walked off.

"Who you callin' goofball?!" He yelled,running after me.

"You!"

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From one room to another,on, and on, and on. Jack and I had long since parted for our classes,but it was finally time for lunch. "I'm so hungery,I could eat the stuff Marge makes!"

I walked through a lesser-traveled hallway on my way to the lunch room. Why? Because I hated being the center of attention. All that starring earlier-I nearly flipped out!

Suddenly a figure emerged. It was Drake, eyeing my injured arm in its sling.

"Well what do we have here... Kimmy?"

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