You Saved Me
If All Goes Well
Katie's POV: When school let's out, I head to the detention room, and when I enter, then teacher looks at me like I've lost my damn mind. I walk over to her, and say, "My name's Katie Monroe-Vanity. I was scheduled detention for a week, but have been out sick for a few days. I came here to serve the first detention."
"How many days were you supposed to be in detention?" she asked me.
"For the week, because of a fight I was in," I tell her.
She calls down to the office, asking to speak with Mr. Simpson, and when she's done, she thanks him, then hangs up.
"Mr. Simpson said because of what was causing you to be out of school for the past 3 days, you can decide whether or not you want to serve the detentions today and tomorrow," she tells me.
I think about it, then say, "Well, I have a lot to catch up on, so if it's alright with you, I'd like to stay."
"That's fine. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me," she says, as I make my way to one of the desk.
I nod as I sit down, then pull my bottle of soda out, as well as a couple of my textbooks, then a notebook and flashcards, and finally set my bag and skateboard on the ground, under my desk. I open my French book, and begin making up the flashcards to help me learn the language better for our upcoming test.
I quietly write, "La Figure or La Visage" on one side, then flip the card and write "face" on the other side. I then grab another, and write, "La nez" then "Nose" and continue this until I have about 50 cards.
When I finish that, I move on to History, flip to Section 3: Democracy Develops in England, since that's what we were working on. I begin to take notes on the content of the chapter. When I finish that, I look at the clock, and see I have about 15 minutes to go, so I grab my Trig homework, and work on it. When I'm halfway done with it, the teacher says, "Well, you're free to leave, Miss. Monroe-Vanity."
I nod, placing my homework in my folder, then stick everything in my bag, and head out. I ride my board down to where Ashley normally picks me up, sipping on my soda on the way there.
When I get there, I see Ashley smiling at me, so I stop moving towards him, then cap my soda, and stick it in my bag. I back up a little bit, then speed towards the metal railing of the steps, and hop onto it, board grinding all the way down. I land it perfectly, then continue riding down to him, laughing my ass off at his expression of shock.
When I get to him, I hold my arms out, and say, "Ta-da!"
He chuckles, then passes me my helmet, and says, "Alright, Miss. Ta-da, what's the plan? My place or yours?"
"Yours. I'll let Dahvie and Jayy know where I'll be tonight, when we get there to pick up what I'll need," I say, getting on the bike, and pushing my body close to his, wrapping my arms around his waist a little lower than normal, and resting my chin on his shoulder. What? I'm only human, and he is my boyfriend after all.
"Sounds good to me," he says, then speeds off, down the road.
When we make it back to my place, I run inside, and see Jayy on the white couch. He looks up from his notebook, and I fall onto the sofa next to him, and says, "Hey, Micro. How was school?"
"Hey, bro, it was good. So you know, I'll be staying with Ashley tonight," I tell him.
"Alright. Just make sure you take your pills for tonight and tomorrow with you," he tells me.
I kiss his cheek, then say, "Will do! Thank you!" as I bolt to the stairs.
I get up to my room, and quickly pack an overnight bag, then grab my pills from the bathroom, and head back down the stairs, where I stop short when I hear Ashley talking to Jayy. I press myself against the wall and hear Jayy say, "That sounds like a great idea, Ashley. I think she'll love that ring too."
"Thanks, man. I certainly hope she does," Ashley says.
"She will. Trust me, she loves stuff like that," he tells Ash, then I move into the living room, where Ashley's putting something small in his jacket pocket.
He looks up at me, and smiles, then says, "Ready to head out?"
I nod, then Jayy gets up, and says, "No, you're not."
I cock my head to the side in confusion, then he takes my bag, and my hand, dragging me back up stairs. He takes me to my room, and has me sit on the bed, then walks to my closet. He looks through some of my clothes, then pulls out one of my sexier rave outfits, throwing it at me, then says, "Go changed into that, while I find a dress to hide that under. Put the hood and fluffies in your bag though," then looks through my closet again.
I shrug, then place my hood and fluffies in my bag, before going in the bathroom to change. When I get back out, he tosses one of my dresses at me, and tells me to put it on over top of my rave outfit. I shrug again, then slip the dress on, and he passes me a pair of high heeled ankle boots.
I narrow my eyes at him, then ask, "Did I miss something?"
"Not that I know of," he replies.
"Then why am I playing dress up?" I demand.
He sighs, then says, "Micro, Ashley has a surprise for you tonight. When you get home, pretend you have to go to the bathroom, and take your bag with you, claiming you want to slip into your PJ's. If all goes well, you'll be thanking me for this, but for the moment, just trust me."
I roll my eyes, then slip on the heels, with a small, "Fine, whatever."
"By the way, protection's in the small zipper of your bag," he adds, then shoots out of my bedroom, as I stare after him with wide eyes.
I recover, then roll my eyes, and head back down the stairs.
When I enter the living room again, Ashley's jaw hit's the floor at the sight of me, then he smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses me, then says, "Now are you ready? Because you certainly look it."
I smirk up at him, then say, "Yes. I'm ready."
"Good," he says, then we say our goodbyes for the night, and head out to his motorcycle. I get on, not caring I'm in a short dress, and slip my helmet on, then press up close to Ashley again, then we head out to his place.
"How many days were you supposed to be in detention?" she asked me.
"For the week, because of a fight I was in," I tell her.
She calls down to the office, asking to speak with Mr. Simpson, and when she's done, she thanks him, then hangs up.
"Mr. Simpson said because of what was causing you to be out of school for the past 3 days, you can decide whether or not you want to serve the detentions today and tomorrow," she tells me.
I think about it, then say, "Well, I have a lot to catch up on, so if it's alright with you, I'd like to stay."
"That's fine. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me," she says, as I make my way to one of the desk.
I nod as I sit down, then pull my bottle of soda out, as well as a couple of my textbooks, then a notebook and flashcards, and finally set my bag and skateboard on the ground, under my desk. I open my French book, and begin making up the flashcards to help me learn the language better for our upcoming test.
I quietly write, "La Figure or La Visage" on one side, then flip the card and write "face" on the other side. I then grab another, and write, "La nez" then "Nose" and continue this until I have about 50 cards.
When I finish that, I move on to History, flip to Section 3: Democracy Develops in England, since that's what we were working on. I begin to take notes on the content of the chapter. When I finish that, I look at the clock, and see I have about 15 minutes to go, so I grab my Trig homework, and work on it. When I'm halfway done with it, the teacher says, "Well, you're free to leave, Miss. Monroe-Vanity."
I nod, placing my homework in my folder, then stick everything in my bag, and head out. I ride my board down to where Ashley normally picks me up, sipping on my soda on the way there.
When I get there, I see Ashley smiling at me, so I stop moving towards him, then cap my soda, and stick it in my bag. I back up a little bit, then speed towards the metal railing of the steps, and hop onto it, board grinding all the way down. I land it perfectly, then continue riding down to him, laughing my ass off at his expression of shock.
When I get to him, I hold my arms out, and say, "Ta-da!"
He chuckles, then passes me my helmet, and says, "Alright, Miss. Ta-da, what's the plan? My place or yours?"
"Yours. I'll let Dahvie and Jayy know where I'll be tonight, when we get there to pick up what I'll need," I say, getting on the bike, and pushing my body close to his, wrapping my arms around his waist a little lower than normal, and resting my chin on his shoulder. What? I'm only human, and he is my boyfriend after all.
"Sounds good to me," he says, then speeds off, down the road.
When we make it back to my place, I run inside, and see Jayy on the white couch. He looks up from his notebook, and I fall onto the sofa next to him, and says, "Hey, Micro. How was school?"
"Hey, bro, it was good. So you know, I'll be staying with Ashley tonight," I tell him.
"Alright. Just make sure you take your pills for tonight and tomorrow with you," he tells me.
I kiss his cheek, then say, "Will do! Thank you!" as I bolt to the stairs.
I get up to my room, and quickly pack an overnight bag, then grab my pills from the bathroom, and head back down the stairs, where I stop short when I hear Ashley talking to Jayy. I press myself against the wall and hear Jayy say, "That sounds like a great idea, Ashley. I think she'll love that ring too."
"Thanks, man. I certainly hope she does," Ashley says.
"She will. Trust me, she loves stuff like that," he tells Ash, then I move into the living room, where Ashley's putting something small in his jacket pocket.
He looks up at me, and smiles, then says, "Ready to head out?"
I nod, then Jayy gets up, and says, "No, you're not."
I cock my head to the side in confusion, then he takes my bag, and my hand, dragging me back up stairs. He takes me to my room, and has me sit on the bed, then walks to my closet. He looks through some of my clothes, then pulls out one of my sexier rave outfits, throwing it at me, then says, "Go changed into that, while I find a dress to hide that under. Put the hood and fluffies in your bag though," then looks through my closet again.
I shrug, then place my hood and fluffies in my bag, before going in the bathroom to change. When I get back out, he tosses one of my dresses at me, and tells me to put it on over top of my rave outfit. I shrug again, then slip the dress on, and he passes me a pair of high heeled ankle boots.
I narrow my eyes at him, then ask, "Did I miss something?"
"Not that I know of," he replies.
"Then why am I playing dress up?" I demand.
He sighs, then says, "Micro, Ashley has a surprise for you tonight. When you get home, pretend you have to go to the bathroom, and take your bag with you, claiming you want to slip into your PJ's. If all goes well, you'll be thanking me for this, but for the moment, just trust me."
I roll my eyes, then slip on the heels, with a small, "Fine, whatever."
"By the way, protection's in the small zipper of your bag," he adds, then shoots out of my bedroom, as I stare after him with wide eyes.
I recover, then roll my eyes, and head back down the stairs.
When I enter the living room again, Ashley's jaw hit's the floor at the sight of me, then he smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses me, then says, "Now are you ready? Because you certainly look it."
I smirk up at him, then say, "Yes. I'm ready."
"Good," he says, then we say our goodbyes for the night, and head out to his motorcycle. I get on, not caring I'm in a short dress, and slip my helmet on, then press up close to Ashley again, then we head out to his place.
Heyy i would really love if you could update this story again or let us know whats happening with the sequel!!!
(Ps - this is ur lil sis...)
12/5/15