Chapter 22

"Jess?"

"What?" I looked up at him from the couch. I was watching The Vampire Diaries re-runs.

He looked at the TV, shook his head, and then looked at me. "Have you been taking your online classes this past month?"

"Errr…."

Ian sighed and sat next to me. "That's what I thought."

I pouted angrily. "Don't treat me like your daughter."

"I'm not."

"You were."

"Jess-"

"Whaaaaat?" I whined.

"This letter says you have to go back to school."

"What? No way!"

"Just for the rest of the semester. In the beginning of your senior year next fall you can choose to either do your classes online or in school, but now…"

"Or I could drop out."

He gave me a "don'teventhinkaboutit" look.

"Whaaat?"

He began tickling me. "You are so bad."

"Stop!" I squealed and jumped off the couch.

"Buuuuut…"

"What?

"I talked to your principal, and because of the arranged marriage-," He suddenly laughed.

"What?"

"You still cringe at that statement."

"Oh." Gee, I wonder why.

"Anyway, because of the "'A.M.'-"

"The morning?"

Ian: -_-

Me: bursts out laughing.

I love being a smart ass.

"You're so funny." He rolled his eyes and grinned.

"I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Anyway, the principal said I could – by law – be there with you the whole semester."

I'm not sure if I should be excited or nervous…

"So, today after your therapy session, we will head off to school."

"…I am going to kill you."

He bursts out laughing. Tard.

"Aw, it won't be that bad. I'll get to meet all of your friends."

"Ugh!" I buried my face in my hands.

"Oh, you're fine, Love." He kissed my cheek.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

With the most serious expression I could manage I said, "You soooo owe me sex for this."

He gave me a disbelieving look before throwing his head back and laughing. "I love you." He kissed my cheek and suddenly picked me up.

I squeal. "Ian!Putmedown!Now!Iaaan…"

He dropped me on his – oops, I mean our – bed.

Aaaand… insert sex scene here. Teehee.

"Love?"

"Hm?" I was lying on his bare chest with my eyes closed in exhaustion.

"When do you want to get married?"

I shrug.

Ian chuckles.

"Why is it up to me?"

He begins tracing his fingers up and down my spine soothingly, nearly putting me to sleep. "Because, I want you to be comfortable."

"I'm always comfortable with you." I whisper.

"I love you, Jess."

"Love you."

A/N: I am going to start writing a rated M story full of smutty "deleted scenes" with Jessica and Ian since so many of you get all pissed there are no lemons. LOL

Oh, and I PROMISE this will be the shortest chapter in this fic – the next ones will be a LOT longer! :D