Chapter 11

I honestly thought he was freaking joking. Crap.

HE DROPPED ME OFF AT SCHOOL! WHAT THE HELL?

People were staring, and I told him to stay in the effing car or else I would castrate him in his sleep. I got out of the car and walked in the front doors, ignoring the stares I got for arriving in a convertible, and to make things worse, my best friend Bristol texted me, saying she was sorry she wasn't going to be there for my first day back ,but she was puking. Nice.

The first person I saw was one of the bitches of the school, Kelsi and her wannabe, Hannah.

"Hey freak." Kelsi flipped her brown hair and said, "Did Satan give you his car or is it a loan?" She said looking out the window at Ian's car driving away. "We all know you can't afford it."

I snorted. "Good one. Did you finally get paid for giving blow jobs to Jonathan in the bathroom this time or was it a loan?"

Hannah's mouth dropped open. Jonathan is her boyfriend.

I tried to walk past them but they stepped in the way.

"Whose car is it?"

"None of your fucking business bitch."

"Ooh. 'Bitch' that's new." Hannah laughed.

The bell rang and the halls started to clear out.

Out of nowhere my bag was snatched out of my hand. I looked behind me, and what a surprise. Hannah's boyfriend Jonathan.

"Hey freak." He laughed.

I glared, wishing I could set him on fire with my mind. (Like Bonnie! Ha.) I made a grab for my bag when I saw Kelsi nod and they all three grabbed me.

"Let go of me, dammit!" I yelled.

They dragged me out the doors and pinned me against the wall. I kicked Jonathan right in the gonads and he collapsed. I was pretty good at that, I guess.

Hannah grabbed my hair and Kelsi said, "Come on, freak. Try and fight us."

I punched her right in her fake nose. As it started to bleed Jonathan said, "Oh hell no!" and grabbed my waist.

"We should teach her some manners." Hannah laughed.

Kelsi was practically crying and Jonathan looked at me. "You're gonna pay for that one, bitch."

I tried to kick him again, but he grabbed and pinned me to the ground. Bam! Pants go down.

"Stop!" I screamed.

"Oh my god, my nose!" Kelsi was yelling.

Jonathan turned towards her and Hannah. "Take her to the nurse. I got the freak." Then he laughed.

Hannah and Kelsi glared at me as I thrashed, trying to get away from him.

"Stop!" I screamed.

Jonathan gave me a gross sloppy kiss on my lips. "Stop!" I screamed again.

"Hell no, girl. I'm just gettin' started. You need to learn your manner." He grinned, unzipped his pants and kissed me again.

I slapped him and screamed, "IAN!" Did I just call out his name?

He looked at me and laughed. "Who the hell is Ian? You boyfriend?" He snorted. "Like someone like you could get anyone to love them." Then kissed me again.

I started kicking him again and was thinking, oh god, what am I going to do now?

Scream.

I can't!

TRY!

I tried to scream but his hand covered mine.

Suddenly the weight was off of me and I heard Jonathan cry out, then a loud bang.

I opened my eyes. "Ian!" I said.

Holy hell. He was really pissed. He pushed Jonathan against the wall and yelled something to him. I didn't understand what he said because I was in shock. Was I dreaming or something? How did he hear me?

I stood up and fell down again. My head still hurt from when Jonathan had pushed me onto the ground. I pulled my jeans back up and Ian ran over to me.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. Jonathan ran out of sight.

He brushed grass and dirt off of my back. "Come on."

"What?" I asked, holding my head.

"Well, first we're going to the cops, and then we're going back to my house."

"What about school?" I asked as we started walking, I leaned on Ian to keep from falling over.

He gave me a look like, Are you freaking kidding me?

We reported it and the police station said they would take care of the "Attempted Rape." Ian and I walked out the doors and suddenly cameras were everywhere. Again. Holy crap.

I just smiled slightly and hid under Ian like I did the last time.

Once we got in the car and began driving, Ian called my principal to tell him what had happened, and the freaking idiot told the school his name!

I lay my head back, trying to calm my frantic heart. I was almost raped. WTF?

Once he got off of the phone I looked at him and said, "This is a small town. Why did you tell them who you were?"

He smiled. "What did you want me to say?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "But now everyone is going to know I'm…marrying you."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "So you are marrying me?" then he grinned.

Daaammmmiiiittt….. "I guess so."

"We should celebrate!" He squealed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ooh! I know!" Now he started talking like a gay guy. "We could totally do a party with all the pretty decorations. I know Nina would so be into that and-"

"DUDE!"

He laughed and began talking normally again. "Well, since you 'live under a rock', we are going out."

"To where?" I asked warily.

"Out. A club."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope."

"Whatever."

After a few minutes of silence I said, "You know, you did that a little too well."

"Huh?" He looked at me.

"The gay voice."

He laughed. "How many times do I have to tell you? I am not gay!"

"Okaaay…" I said sing-songed mockingly.

Ian sighed dramatically, and then grinned. "How many times am I going to have to lock you in the bedroom so I can-"

"Finish that sentence and you'll die."

He laughed. "I heard," He said, talking like a gay guy again. "I heard gay guys are really good in bed, girlfriend."

I laughed. "You would know."

Ian looked at me, and then laughed again. "Good point."

"EW!" I yelled.

For a while we sat in silence until I couldn't stand it anymore and took out my CDs. I put in one of them and tried to figure out how to work the buttons. I saw Ian looking at me and laughing. I pushed a button without looking and the whole freaking radio fell into my hands.

"What the hell-"

Ian laughed. "It's supposed to do that." He took it out of my hands and pushed it back into the dashboard, then pressed a button and music started playing.

"Thank God I'm Pretty" by Emilie Autumn came on and I tried to push another button to change it.

Ian smacked my hand away.

"Ow!" I mock-pouted. "This song is weird." I stated.

He grinned. "Good. I like weird."

"Apparently." I mumbled and crossed my arms.

We listened for a moment, and then Ian started laughing uncontrollably.

"Shut up!" I said.

"What the hell does this song even mean?"

"Her stay at a Psych Ward. Because everything else is going wrong in her life, she's thanking God for making her pretty. It's very sarcastic."

He laughed some more.

After the song ended we pulled into his driveway. He was still laughing.

I groaned and started walking to the door.

I tried to open the door. Locked.

He snuck up behind me and grabbed my waist. I let out a shocked squeal. He chuckled and pressed me against the door.

"Ian unlock th-" He kisses me.

I'm not talking a freaking peck either, I'm talking tongue: and lots and lots of it. After a few seconds, I started kissing back. Duh. I ran my hands through his hair, completely forgetting we were out in the open. I slid my hands down to his chest and he pressed his body against me.

Out of nowhere, a car honks and we hear a couple of people across the street go, "Woo!"

Ian looks behind him and grins. Old man-whore ass.

Me: Blush

Well, Ian and I decided to be smart and take our little meeting inside. You can guess how that ended…

Yeah…

I swear he has no self-control! Well, I don't either but he's the adult! Haha.

His shirt was off by the time we closed the door behind us, my jacket was off in the kitchen, my bag thrown somewhere near the refrigerator. I started to undo his belt in the hallway, and he picked me up and opened the bedroom door. For some reason, he has a thing for throwing girls on beds. And the rest…well…I'm going to leave that up to your imagination… W00t!

So…here we are. Laughing. No, seriously. We are laughing. Why?

This is what I said afterwards: "Are you sure you're not gay?" Trying to mess with him.

Ian: "What do you think?" He turned so his back was facing me.

I'll be honest: I should probably trim my fingernails or something. Ha.

We were still laughing when his phone rang.

He reached over on the floor into his pants pocket and answered it. "Hello?...yep…yep. Alright."

He hung up and I laid my head down on his bare chest. "Who was that?"

He put his arm around me. "Paul and Nina."

"What did they want?" I said, closing my eyes in relaxation.

"They're here." There was a knock at the bedroom door.

"Come in!" Ian called out.

"What? Ian!" I ducked under the covers.

"Not now, Jess, Nina and Paul are here!"

"YOU ARE SO GROSS!"

The door opened and Paul and Nina laughed.

"Get some clothes on, would ya?" Nina laughed.

"Nope." Ian laughed again. He suddenly squirmed away quickly. "Jess, I said not now. We have company."

"Gah! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!" I poked my head out from under the covers.

Me: Blush

Paul and Nina walked out.

"We'll let you two get dressed." Paul said, laughing and closed the door.

I slapped Ian's chest hard enough to leave a red mark. "You jackass!" Then I laughed at his mock horrified expression.

"Get dressed…Mrs. Somerhalder."

"Whatever…gay guy."

"Ha!" He said standing up. "Then that means you had sex with a gay guy!"

"EW!" I yelled and got off of the bed. Then laughed. "Besides, I faked it!"

Ian grabbed me and pinned me on the bed. "Take it back Mrs. Somerhalder!"

"Mm…Nope." I grinned.

He bit my neck. He freaking bit me!

I screamed. "Ow!"

"Take it back!" He said and started kissing my neck.

"Fine! I take it back!"

He grinned. "Good." He got off of me and we got dressed.

Apparently, Ian failed to tell me we were driving with Paul and Nina to this club.

When we got there, the bass was so loud in the place you could barely hear the words. Ian decided he wanted to dance. I said, "Screw that. I can't dance."

So he dragged my ass to that freaking dance floor.

Such a nice Fiancée.

After about 30 minutes, I was all danced-out. Ian, however, was still bursting with energy.

I went to the bar and ordered a Coke. The bartender looked at me, then at Ian, then back to me and smiled. He was covered in tattoos and had a nose ring, but he had a nice smile. I looked at his name tag. "Jon."

Nina came over to me. "Hey." She smiled at Jon and ordered a martini. "So how are you guys doing?"

I laughed. "What do you think? After seeing us earlier, you could guess."

"Yeah." She looked at my Coke. "Hey – why don't you have a real drink?" She laughed.

"Under age." I laughed.

"Yeah…" She handed me her martini. "But they don't know that."

I laughed.

"Come on, Jessica. You said you lived under a rock. Be free!" She laughed.

I shrugged. What's the worst that could happen? I took a long sip. It tasted a little weird, but I kind of liked it.

"How about a little game, huh?" She grinned.

"O…Kay."

"Paul! Ian! Becky!" She called.

Paul, Ian and a girl with short black hair and very tan skin came over to us.

Ian looked at me, then at Nina, then back at me, then back at Nina. "Is she drinking?"

"Yep." She said.

"Alright." He shrugged. "I'm not her father." He laughed.

Nina turned to the bartender. "Five shots of tequila please."

He smiled and poured our drinks.

"Now," Nina said handing us our drinks. "The person who can drink the most without stopping, or throwing up wins. Okay?"

She looked at each of us. Paul looked at me and had an unsure smile on his face.

"Ready…" The Bartender Jon said. "Go!"

Everyone tilted their head back and downed their drink except me. They looked at me.

"Oh." I drink mine, feeling like an idiot. I felt even more like an idiot when I starting having a coughing fit. "Damn." I said laughing.

They all laughed.

"Let's try that again." Jon said.

He poured 5 more and we all took one. Ian was smiling at me, probably hoping I would be the first to puke.

"Ready…" Jon said again. "Go!"

We all downed our tequila.

Yeah…this went on until Paul threw up. HA!

I started to feel better and better as the night went on…

EXTERNAL POV:

Jessica was definitely hammered. Ian was looking for her around the bar when he spotted her by the door – talking to the wall.

"Jess," He said grabbing her arm.

She looked at him. "Hi Hubby!" She slurred. "You should meet my friend-" She looked at the wall again. "Hey, where'd he go?"

Ian laughed.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, not at all." He started to take the glass from her hand. "You better let me have that."

"No, it's mine." She stuck her tongue out at him.

He laughed.

"You know," She slurred as they started to walk. "I have spent my entire life – well, 8 days, really. Trying to make me hate you –er, you hate you – er, you know."

"Yes, I know." He was suddenly glad he'd only had 2 drinks, plus the one in his hand.

"Woo, I think I'm a little drunk. Well, you know what, Ian?"

"What?" He said grinning. She was a funny drunk.

"I Quit!" She yelled waving her arms up.

"You quit what?"

"Trying to get me to hate me er, you to hate me and me to hate you. It's not worth it."

"Why not?" He was trying to drag her away from the crowd.

"You are just too…nice. You know? You just… Hm." She said.

He laughed at her expression.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You're a funny drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" She stamped her foot, and by doing so, lost her balance and almost fell.

He laughed. "Yes, I'm afraid you are, my dear."

"Fine." She looked up at him with almost comically wide eyes. "You won't take advantage of me will you?"

"Nope."

She pushed him. "You suck then." She laughed.

He took another drink. "I think you need some fresh air." Ian said.

"'k." She said indifferently.

He took her out the back door and she leaned against the wall.

"You know somethin'?" She slurred.

"What?"

"I love you." She smiled.

He smiled slightly. "I love you, too."

"No! No! You're not supposed to say that." She said like a child trying to teach you how to play a game she made up.

"Why not?"

"Because, you're not supposed to love me."

"Am I supposed to hate you, then?" He smiled.

"I don't remember."

He laughed.

"Quit laughing at me!"

"Sorry, darling." He moved a piece of blonde hair out of her face.

"Your eyes are so pretty." She said.

He laughed. "Why, thank you."

"You know something?" Jessica said again.

"What?" He took a drink

"You are really good in bed."

Ian nearly choked on his drink and started having a coughing fit and laughing at the same time.

She patted his back. "You tard."

He laughed and finally stopped coughing and looked at her. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting that."

Jessica grinned. "Well…it's true! Just ask…mm…what was...hm." She had a thoughtful look on her face. "Oh, never mind."

Ian smiled at her. "I better get you home."

"Mine or yours? Or are they the same now? I think mommy dearest kicked my ass out." She laughed then sighed.

"I wouldn't think of it like that." Ian said, grabbed her arm and towing her to the corner so he could call a cab.

"I would. I think she wants to get…me...rid... um… Get. Rid. Of. Me. Yeah, that's it."

A cab stopped and Ian opened the door for Jessica. She stepped in and almost fell on her face in the seat. She giggled and Ian crawled in and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I don't think she wants to get rid of you." Ian said then gave the cab driver his address.

"I would. I'm not good enough for her."

Ian looked at her on his shoulder."What?"

"I'm not good enough for her…or anyone, really... well, not anybody. Not for my daddy, not good enough for you, or…not good enough for any of my old friends. Hm. I almost think she should've just given me up for adoption, but then who would marry your tarded ass, huh?" She punched him in the shoulder and laughed.

He leaned his head down on hers. "You're beyond good enough, Jess."

"Aww. You're ssso swweeet…" She said, and then started to fall asleep.

The cab pulled up and Ian grabbed Jess and paid the driver. "Come on, Jess."

He picked her up and she laughed. "Wee!" She threw her hands out.

Ian laughed and unlocked the door. When they got inside, he set her on the bed and began stripping Jessica down to her underwear and bra.

He crawled into bed with her and she snuggled closer and lay on his chest.

"You're not going to leave me, right?" She whispered.

"No, Jess. I would never leave you."

"'K." She kissed his chest and relaxed.

After a few minutes of silence she said, "Ian?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm gonna puke."

"Oh hell." He half-picked her up and put her in the bathroom.

Sure enough, she threw up. He held her hair back and when she was done gave her a toothbrush.

"Okay, you're never getting drunk again." He laughed.

"'K." She said and allowed herself to be dragged back to the bed.

She kissed him and tried (Very drunkenly) to get her bra off.

"No, no." He said and pecked her on the lips.

"Why?" She pouted.

"Because, my dear. You're drunk."

"Oh." She giggled and began to fall asleep on his chest.