Saving The Broken Quarterback

6 | Keep Your b***h On A Leash

Halie's POV

I woke up to Aunt Carol laughing rather loudly. I groaned, pulling the blankets further over my head to drown out the noise. "You're so funny Ian," she said loudly and I tossed the blankets off of me. "What the f**k?" I questioned and got out of bed.

My alarm then decided it would go off and I sighed. Turning it off, I looked at my phone and saw I had a message from some chick. I think she was in the art class with me. I opened i********: and clicked on her message, opening it up.

Kyeese_

Ian came to me last night

Halie_Grace

Okay? Do I know you?

Kyeese_

He f****d me like no tomorrow. He doesn't want to be seen with a nobody like you. Stay the f**k away.

Kyeese_

He even told me you were obsessed with him. Crazy ass stalker b***h!

I rolled my eyes and took a screen shot of the messages before blocking her crazy ass. My heart hurt at the thought of Ian sleeping with another girl. Why did I even care? Maybe because you like him. No, shut up conscious. We aren't even friends, especially after what happened last night.

I uploaded the photo to i********:, instantly receiving comments. Some girl named Riley said Kyeese was messy and some other chick threatened to beat her ass. Some people just crave attention and I wasn't going to give it to her anymore.

After my internal battle with my conscious and reading comments, I padded towards my bathroom, undressing myself along the way. I placed my phone on the counter and turned on the water in the shower, letting it get nice and hot.

Before I stepped in, my phone chimed and I sighed. Picking it up, I had a message from Ian on i********:. I rolled my eyes. "Just what I need," I mumbled, opening the message.

IanPine

Are you avoiding me?

Halie_Grace

Would it matter if I was?

He looked at the message and never replied. Maybe I was being b***h, but I didn't care at the moment. Maybe it was the fact that I was jealous of him and Kyeese when I shouldn't even be. I had no right to be. I just met the guy a day ago. Hell, I even laid out my pathetic life for him and he went running.

I stepped into the shower, letting the water run down my body. I moaned at the contact of the hot water stinging my body, soothing my aching muscles. After pouring my body wash on my loofah, I cleaned my body then proceeded to wash my hair.

My bathroom door opened, sending cold air my way. I turned my water off and shivered. "Who's there?" I asked, cracking the door to grab my towel, but it was no where in reach. I sighed and stepped out of the shower fully, colliding with a hard chest.

I looked up and came face to face with Ian. He licked his lips and let his eyes roam my naked body. Becoming aware of the situation, I snatched the towel from his hands and wrapped it around my body tightly.

"What the f**k?" I asked angrily and his eyes darkened. "We need to talk," he said and I scoffed. "Talk about what? Talk about your crazy ass girl from last night coming at me sideways?" I questioned and he frowned in confusion.

"Did you not see my i********: post while stalking me?" I asked in annoyance. He pulled out his phone and clicked on my profile. I suddenly realized how close we were and I squirmed. "Can you move? I need to get dressed," I told him, but he completely ignored me.

An animalistic growl escaped his lips and I nearly fainted at the sound. It was both sexy and scary. Wait.. sexy? What was wrong with me? I couldn't fall for him. He'd break me even further. I wouldn't be a notch on his bed post. I refused to be.

"I don't care who you sleep with and all that but when I get dragged into petty ass drama, I get pissed. I'm going to go with my gut and believe you didn't talk s**t on me, but so help me god if I find out you did," I growled and he stepped back, shocked at my confession.

"I'm-," he began saying but his eyes darkened again, leaving his demeanor cold as day towards me. "Just stay away from me," he growled and stormed out of my bathroom. In my frustrated state, I picked my brush up and threw it at him, hitting him in the back of the head.

"f**k you!" I spat and stared at him with hatred in my eyes. Regret flashed through his eyes but quickly vanished. "Bye Halie," he mumbled and left my bathroom. I sighed and dropped to the floor in defeat.

"Why can't I give up on you?" I questioned out loud and a tear escaped my eye. Get it together Halie! After I collected myself, I stood up and walked over to my closet, pulling out the first dress I saw. I slipped on my undergarments and the dress then dried my hair.

Once I was fully ready for the day, I headed downstairs to meet Aunt Carol. She sat on the couch with tears dripping down her face. "What's wrong?" I asked and she quickly wiped her tears away. "Come sit," she whispered and I sat besides her.

"I don't know why I'm crying, but it still makes me sad. Your mom and dad were killed honey," she whispered and I sat there staring, no expression being shown on my face. "They were shot during a drug run."

"Go figure," I mumbled and stood up. "I.. I need to go. I'll be back later," I told her and quickly left the house. I spotted Ian climbing into his truck, his eyes watching me like a hawk. I looked away and started walking down the road, unaware of where I was going.

I let my mind drift off to the times when my parents weren't drugged up and cruel. We used to have movie nights. Family dinners. Vacations. But all that changed when my uncle died. My mother hit rock bottom, dragging my father along with her. My reminiscing was cut short by the sound of a truck horn. Ian's truck horn to be exact.