Life was a big smack In the face. I didn't expect myself to be In the car with the one person I was trying so hard to hide from.

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at my own predicaments.

I was beaten up in the school's bathroom and the person who came to my aid was  the last person I wanted to see that day.

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the ride to his house wasn't very awkward because we bonded over some music, but some tension still lingered in the air.

after forty five minutes of driving, he pulled up In front of a two storey house. The house was well maintained but it lacked something. I couldn't fathom what it was precisely, but lonely was what I settled for.

Wave unlocked his front door and we walked in. The house seemed even lonelier inside. Dark gray courted the interior walls, furniture that looked like it was never used.

Everything simply looked untouched.

"Go upstairs, my room's second from the first door on the left. I'll join you after I grab the first aid kit."

"Where are your parents?"

He tensed up at my question.

"They_ they are at work."

I figured the topic was somehow sensitive to him so I just decided not to pry and went upstairs to his room.

His room was super tidy and everything was in place. I was really surprised because I didn't picture Wave Park to be  someone that clean.

I took the whole room in. There was nothing special about it. No posters on the walls like any typical teenage boy would have. It looked desolate and lacked any emotions

Dark curtains hang over a large window. He had a king sized bed that was big enough to fit five people, and a nightstand next to his bed that held only one framed photo. I walked over to the nightstand and looked at the photo.

It had four people in it. Wave, a middle aged man, probably his dad and two other people who's faces I couldn't make out because they were smudged with ink. It confused me but before I could make any speculations the door opened and I quickly put down the picture.

"Hey, sorry for taking long, I couldn't find the first aid kit." He sheepishly said avoiding eye contact with me.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one intruding."

He didn't respond to that and just motioned me to go over to him. I went over and sat at the edge of the bed. He held my jaw and looked me side ways checking for injuries.

"How are you not in pain"

I shivered at his touch. I felt electricity run through every fiber of my body.

Damn did he feel that too

"I.. It's not that painful." I shrugged.

He looked at me with his scrutinizing gaze clearly not trusting my words.

"Take off your shirt." He demanded.

My face instantly went red. I was blushing furiously. My mind wondered to different possibilities that would happen with my shirt off.

Get your head out of the gutter Skylar, he just wants to check for more bruises.

I internally scolded myself.

I contemplated on whether to do what he was asking for or not.

"Feeling shy?" He said with a smirk.

Every single action he did turned me on.

"I-i'm not sh-shy." I stuttered.

"Then take off your shirt."

"Why are you s-suddenly bei_being nice to me." I decided to change the topic.

His faced turned grim and looked to the carpeted floor.

"I'm _" he swallowed, " I'm sorry I acted like a dick before."

My eyes went wide with disbelief.

"Can we please start over." He said with a slight pink on his cheeks.

Was Wave Park blushing? Nah I'm just seeing things.

"Say something." He said fidgeting with his hands when I didn't say anything.

"I'm speechless. I didn't know that this day would come." I said with a chuckle. " Can you repeat what you said?" I teased him.

"Don't push it Skylar." He groaned.

"Okay okay." I raised my hands in surrender.

"My name's Skylar Varetti, nice to meet you."

He rolled his eyes, " Wave Park, not pleased to meet you in the slightest." He sassed.

"Oh really?"

"Shut up and sit still so that I can clean your bruises." He faked angry.

I just smiled and sat still while he took off my shirt. His eyes looked at my shirtless torsal. They lingered on me for too long that I became self-conscious.

I felt insecure because my body was too frail and I had too many scars. He quickly averted his eyes from my torsal and started to apply ointment.

All my insecurities went out the window at his sudden feather like touches. He was so careful when he touched my skin as if scared he would break me if he touched harder.

He looked like he was in a trance. He trailed his hands from my chest to my belly and I suppressed a moan. His touches felt so good.

"Where did you get all these scars from?" He asked touching my one scars.

I tensed. He had seen my scars and I didn't know what to say to him. I moved away from him and quickly put my shirt back on.

" I....I fell from the _ from the stairs."

He looked at me seemingly not convinced with my explanation.

" you don't get scars like that from following off the stairs." He deadpanned.

"I- I should go." I got up from the bed and took my school bag off the floor and ran to door.

" Skylar wai-"

I heard Wave call out to me but I was already descending the stairs.

I quickly exited the house and ran off to the streets. I ran so fast my whole body protested. I felt like I was hyperventilating, but I didn't stop I needed to get home and calm myself down the only way I knew to.

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This chapter is dedicated to lonleyloner2007 for the best review that has given more confidence to write more andMinooiiiii for being a supportive person, voting and commenting on my story. Much love to you two ❤️

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