Chapter 13

Oh. My. Gosh.

Therapy = HELL!

So many stupid questions! I think the stupid rapist (Get it? THE RAPIST = THERAPIST yeah…) moved something around in my mind or brain washed me or something! GOSH! It was all "What happened at this time in your life?" And "What do you think about this?" and "How do you feel about what happened."

So here I am, sulking in the passenger seat of Ian's car.

He glances at me and chuckles.

Me: Nothing. Thinking: KillYouKillYouKillYou

"Don't be so upset." He says playfully.

I have the urge to stick my tongue out at him, so I keep my mouth shut.

He senses my silence and puts an arm around me. I pull away.

"Stop it." I hiss.

He chuckles. "Are you mad at me?"

"Duh."

"Well-"

"Why would you do that to me? Why would you send me to someone I don't even know to ask me personal questions to jack my brain up? You know I don't like talking as it is!" I yell at him.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Barely."

Ian sighed. "Well, he did talk to me after you guys were done. He-"

I snorted.

He looked at me. "What?"

"Just like my daddy, huh?"

Ian groaned irately. "We're going back to the age thing? Seriously?"

Me: Nothing

Ian: (Begging now) "Please let that go."

Me: Still Nothing

Ian: Sighs

We pull up to the house and I jump out before he can say anymore to me. He unlocks the front door and I walk inside.

A thought comes to me. "When am I going back to school?"

Ian puts the keys on the kitchen table and shrugs. "I don't know. Probably tomorrow."

I groaned.

He chuckles and walks into the bathroom.

I flop onto the couch and sigh. School. Where Ian had to be a freaking tard and tell the office who he was.

He did save you though.

I know that, but still.

What's the big deal?

Big deal? It's a small town! EVERYONE is going to know I'm engaged to Ian Somerhalder!

It's okay, you're getting married and probably taking online courses in two days, anyway.

Wait, WHAT?

That's when it really hit me. I was going to become a 16 year old wife.

I jumped up and ran into the hallway. I started banging on the bathroom door. "Ian!"

He opened the door. "What?"

"TWO DAYS?"

He raised an eyebrow at my flip-trip.

"We – you – I – Married – We – GAH!" I threw my hands up and Ian pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at my outburst.

Me: Glare that says: "I will set you ablaze."

Ian: Has a severe case of the must not laugh giggles.

Me: Rolls eyes and stomps off.

Ian grabs my arm. "Hey," I turn to look at him. "Don't be upset, Jess."

I sigh. "I'm not upset…"

"It's a lot to take on, I know." He pulls me into a hug.

"Yeah, tell me about it." I mumbled miserably.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

Ian and I went to bed around 11 and I was having a really vivid dream again.

I was standing in our living room when my mom walked in.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you guys."

"Why?"

"I love my new son in law."

"That's nice, mom."

"He's better than any of my other kids."

"I'm your only kid, mom."

"No, I'm pregnant!" I looked at her stomach. Yes, she was definitely pregnant.

"That's…great, mom."

"Yeah, and guess who the father is?"

"Um…the guy you're marrying?"

"Yes! His name is Ian."

"Wait, what?"

Just then Ian walked in and wrapped his arms around my mother.

"Ian…you…what's going on?"

"Oh, honey," My mom said. "This is your fate."

"My…what?"

"You're going to be a bitter young woman with a baby at 16!"

"With me!" Ian said cheerfully, the turned serious. "That is…unless I hate you and put you into a mental institution first."

My mom laughed and Ian kissed her. (If I wasn't so frightened, I would have barfed.)

I woke up and sat up quickly. I looked around the room. It was still dark, I was in the bed and Ian was sleeping (shirtless) next to me.

I sighed and got out of bed without waking him.

I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I glanced at the clock. 3 am. Seriously?

I remembered the way my mother looked in my dream and immediately put a hand on my stomach. Dude…I am SO never having kids.

I put the glass on the counter and bumped it. It fell.

"Dammit." I said and bent down to pick a piece up, cutting my index finger in the process. "Ow!" I hissed quietly.

"Need some help?" A voice said behind me. I jumped.

I stood up and looked at Ian. Shirtless. (Yes, never getting over that.)

"I…dropped this."

He smirked. "Yeah, I see that." He laughed and started picking up glass while I put my finger under cold water.

"Ow." I pouted.

Ian laughed and put the pieces of glass in the trash can before going into the bathroom. I followed him, trying not to bleed on the floor.

"You know," I said as Ian opened the medicine cabinet and moving things around. "If you were a real Vampire, I'd be screwed."

"You wouldn't have to be a Vampire, my dear." He said taking a band-aid out.

It took me a minute to get that. "Ew! You are so gross! You know what I meant, you tard."

He laughed and put a band-aid around my finger.

"Thank you." I grinned and kissed him.

He smirked and looked at me. "Well, we have about…mm…" He looked at the wall clock. "Four hours before I drop you off at school." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes but giggled.

He picked me up and I let out a squeal.

"You man-whore!" I laughed.

"Yep!" He threw me on the bed.

Again.

I lay there for a minute and stared at the clock. I had about an hour to get ready for school.

"Why were you up so early?" He asked, lying down with me.

"Why were you?" I shot back.

He chuckled. "Well, I heard a crash, then a 'dammit.'"

"I had a nightm –a dream."

"What was the nightmare about?"

I rolled my eyes. "My mother and you."

"What happened?"

"Nothing really."

A pause. "Wow. You are so full of crap." He started tickling me. "Tell me! Tell me!"

"Stop!"

"Tell me!" He said, stopping.

"Tell you what? GOSH!"

Another pause. "Tell me you love me."

"Gross!"

"Seriously, tell me."

"My mom came in and was pregnant, you practically made out with her and she said that was my fate." I said in a rush.

Silence.

Then at last he said, "Gross."

I looked at him. "What do you mean 'gross'?"

"No, no, not you. I made out with your mom?"

"Oh. Yeah, that was gross."

He laughed.

"It wasn't funny!"

"You're right, I'm sorry." He said hugging me.

"No you're not, but I'll take it."

I was riding in Ian's car on my way to school when he said, "How do you feel about pets?"

"Huh? Um…Not really an animal person, why?"

He smirked. "No reason."

I rolled my eyes. I looked down at what I was wearing. My black "Love Sucks" shirt with a heart on it, light jeans and white tennis shoes with my denim jacket. Ian wanted me to curl my hair again. And I let him do my make-up and he did a pretty good job.

I still think he's gay.

He pulled into the school parking lot and I opened the passenger door, ready to yell at him if he started to get out.

"Have fun at your last day of school!"

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. "Bye, Ian." I whispered.

He took off his sunglasses. "No kiss?"

I glared at him.

He put his hands up. "Alright, alright." He blew me a kiss and winked at me…IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. "Love you, Jess."

I blushed and walked away.

The crowd of people moved to the side when I walked towards the door, looking between me and Ian driving off.

This was going to be interesting…

I walked through the doors to be greeted with stares. I just blushed a kept my head down as I walked. A girl I've never met jumped in front of me. She had short brown hair and dark skin.

"So…you're Jessica, right?"

"Um…yeah." Oh no.

"So...you're, like, going out with Ian Somerhalder."

Dammit. "Uh…not exactly."

"Is it true you live with him?"

"Uh…I…kinda…"

A girl with dyed red hair stepped in front of me.

"So…you guys are, like, getting married?"

"Um…Not by choice."

"Why wouldn't you want to marry him?"

"Yeah," Another girl said. "He's totally hot."

Me: Going to either puke or slap someone right now.

"I would love to marry him."

Pretty soon I had about 6 girls and 2 guys around me.

One guy said, "Hey, what's your number?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, Andy," A girl said. "She's screwing Ian Somerhalder, why would she go for you?"

"I'm-"

The bell rang.

People around me started to clear out and I sighed. "Gosh."

"Pretty annoying, huh?" a high voice said. I turned.

A girl with a pretty face, long black hair, red and purple highlights with multiple piercings smiled at me from the floor.

"Uh…do I know you?"

She laughed and stood up. She was wearing cut-off jeans with fishnets and a red T-shirt with a skull on it under a leather jacket. "No, but I've heard of you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Tracy. Engaged to Taylor Lautner."

I raised an eyebrow and she laughed.

"Yeah, I know, right? This arranged marriage thing's a bitch, isn't it? The funny thing is, I hate all of this Twilight crap." She rolled her eyes.

I laughed. "Nice."

"I know." She grinned, her lip ring tilting. "He's actually pretty nice, though."

I smiled. "I'm Jessica."

"I know. I got that this morning. Something about 'that weird blonde girl, Jessica.'"

"Yeah…" I rolled my eyes. "I should probably get to class."

"Yeah, me too. This is my last day of school." She grinned again.

"Same here."

"Really? Hm." We started walking. "Where does Somerhalder live?"

"Mm…Not sure of the exact address. But you know that big hill right before Elm Street?"

She nodded.

"He lives right at the bottom of that."

"Oh, Lautner lives on Elm Street, so maybe we could come over some time."

"Uh…Yeah."

Tracy laughed. "Sorry, don't mean to be so foreword. I just sometimes feel alone in all of this, you know?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

The tardy bell rang.

She grinned. "Let's go." She linked her arm through mine and we ran into Poetry class.

From what I saw in Poetry class, Tracy is pretty dark, but we are in a lot of the same movies and music, though she hates Vampires.

"The only blood-suckers I like are bats." She said.

At Lunch, Tracy and I went outside. She had gotten enough food for both of us, though my stomach felt a little uneasy. That's when we were bombarded with questions.

"Is Ian shirtless a lot?" What the hell?

"Do you have any pictures?"

"Is he good in bed?" Dear Lord!

I tried to ignore them, but I whispered to Tracy, "Why aren't they bugging you about Taylor?"

She grinned at me. "Easy." She whispered back.

She looked at the crowd. "Hey! Fuck off!"

I actually flinched away from her voice. I laughed as the people started to back off. "Whoa."

"Yep."

We sat down at a picnic table and a car honked. We both looked and Tracy rolled her eyes. "Shit."

"What?"

The window rolled down and Taylor Lautner smiled at Tracy. She waved back unenthusiastically. "Come on."

She grabbed my hand and walked towards the car. She bent down and put her arms on the car door. "Sup, wolf-boy?"

He grinned. "Not much Goth-girl."

"Dude! I am not Goth!"

He laughed then looked at me. "Hey."

My mouth was open. "Uh…hey."

He grinned. "What's your name?" He winked.

"Um…" Me: Blush

"Taylor, quite jacking with her. Her name is Jessica. She's getting married to Ian Somerhalder."

He looked confused for a minute. "Oh yeah! That Vampire Diaries show. Cool." He nodded. "Would you guys like a ride?"

Tracy rolled her eyes. "Taylor, seriously what are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Nothing, really."

"Well, then get out of here before someone sees you."

He shrugged. "It was nice meeting you, Jessica." He smiled.

I waved.

As he started the car back up Tracy said, "By the way, we're going over to their place after school." And walked off. Just like that. Well, then.

"Dude! Taylor Lautner!" I exclaimed as we walked.

"Oh, don't start with that!" She laughed.

I grinned.

After school, Ian was, of course, waiting for me.

"Daaayyuuummm…." Tracy said.

"What?" I asked as we walked up to the car.

"He's fiiinnee."

I laughed.

"Hey Jess."

"Hey. This is Tracy."

"Hello, Tracy." He smiled.

"Hi." She said, her mouth open.

I laughed. "Hey, um, can her and Taylor come over?"

"Sure." Ian said. "Who's Taylor?"

"Taylor Lautner."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Arranged Marriages are a bitch." Tracy and I said at the same time and Ian laughed.

"Alrighty then. I shall see you tonight."

"What time?" Tracy asked.

"Around 7?"

"K. Bye Jessica." She waved her black-finger nailed hand at me.

"See ya."

Ian opened that passenger door for me then opened the driver's side door for me.

"So, how was school?"

"Fine." I threw my book bag in the backseat and heard a hiss.

I looked in the back seat and jumped. "Holy Hell!"

Ian laughed and started to drive.

"What – you- why?"

"It's my cat and dog."

"What?"

There was a large kennel that held a small brown dog with big floppy ears and an orange cat.

"I kept them at my mom's until I knew how you felt about animals. I was supposed to pick them up today, and apparently you don't like pets so…you're screwed, my dear."

"O…kay…"

I looked behind me again. The cat hissed.

"I don't think the cat likes me."

"Nah, she just doesn't know you. She might get jealous." He grinned.

"Zoophiliac…" I muttered.

"Ew!"

I laughed.

"Seriously, Jess, that's really gross." He laughed.

I laughed again. "Yep."

He rolled his eyes and I put in a Mix CD.

The cat hissed again. I turned around. "Oh shut it."

The first song was "Enjoy the Silence" by Anberlin.

Ian laughed.

"Oh, Shut it." I repeated to him.

"Oh, gee, I wonder why you like this song, Jess."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

A while after we got home, I was lying on the couch reading Ian's "American Psycho" Book by Bret Easton Ellis. Ian told me that it would probably "scar me for life" but so far it's not that bad.

The doorbell rang, making me jump. Ian came from the bedroom where he put the kennel and went to go answer it and soon enough I heard Tracy and Taylor walk in.

The dog suddenly ran in and jumped on the couch. I grinned and began petting it. I'll have to ask Ian what the dog's name is. Ha.

I put the book down on the table. "Hey guys."

"Hey." Taylor and Tracy said.

"What's up?"

"Nothing really."

We all laughed.

"Sooo," Ian said, trying to fill the sudden silence. "Who wants to watch Rules of Attraction?"

"NO!" I exclaimed.

"Aw, Come on. You watched it with Nina!" He mock-pouted.

"Yeah, that was before I knew how gross it was!"

He laughed.

I slapped his shoulder. "Shut up."

"Why don't we put on some music?" Taylor suggested.

"Alright." Ian said. "What kind of music do you like?"

He shrugged. "Any kind really."

"Well, Jess is the music guru here."

I smiled and put in a mix CD.

The first song was the Kiss and Swallow by IAMX.

"I like this song." Tracy said, laughing.

"Same here."

Tracy said, "K. Now, Ian?"

"Yes?"

"Do you allow beer in your house?"

"Yes."

"What about pot?"

"No."

She laughed. "Joke, Ian. I'm going to the store to pick up some beer. Be back soon."

"Alright." Taylor kissed her and she left.

"Wait," I said. "Is she even old enough to drink?"

Taylor laughed. "You wanna try and stop her?"

"Ha, No."

"Yeah…" Ian said to Taylor. "She kind of scares me." No doubt thinking about her eyebrow ring, lip ring and nose ring.

"Me, too." Taylor grinned.

When Tracy got back with the beer, she offered me some and Ian immediately laughed.

"Um…no thanks."

"What?"

"Last time I got drunk was not cool at all."

She glanced at Ian.

"Don't worry," He said. "I didn't take advantage of her."

Taylor laughed.

"….Ian! Stop! Don't! Put Me Down!" he had picked me up again.

He threw me on the couch and Taylor and Tracy laughed.

"Dude, how do you pick her up?"

"She weighs like…15 pounds." He laughed.

I stuck my tongue out at him. Tracy walked over behind the couch and picked the orange fur ball up. She hissed at her but then it began purring as Tracy scratched her ears. "I love cats." Tracy said.

"Yeah," Taylor said from the other couch. "She about had a heart attack when I bought her an all black one a few months ago."

Tracy grinned. "I named her Nightmare."

"Such a nice name for a cat." Ian smirked.

Taylor laughed. "It definitely doesn't fit. Every morning when I wake up it's on my chest purring and snuggling."

Ian raised an eyebrow. "And it belongs to Tracy?" He teased, scratching his cat's head.

"Hey!" Tracy glared mockingly and I laughed.

She put the cat on the floor and his scampered off to the bedroom. She looked down at the table and grinned. "American Psycho? Nice." She picked up the book and flipped open to where I bookmarked it.

"Aw, you haven't even gotten to any of the good parts yet." She grinned mischievously and began flipping through the book.

"I warned her." Ian said.

She held the book out to me and I took it.

I began reading about Patrick Bateman cutting a woman in half with a chainsaw and reaching inside her mouth, ripping out her jugular and anything else after having sex with her.

"Ew!" I deliberately threw the book at Ian and he ducked.

"Hey! I told you it was bad!"

"Wait until you get to the part about the rats." Tracy grinned.

I grimaced. "I don't even want to know."

"So," Ian said. "What would you like to do?"

"Board game!" I exclaimed suddenly, and then laughed.

"O…kay…" Ian raised an eyebrow at me. "I'll be right back."

A/N: Okay, anyone have an idea of what they should play? LOL