A hard knock came at my door, my alarm was already ringing for some time it seemed. "Emily! Get up, your gonna be late for school!" My dad yelled. Pulling the covers back off my head, I see that I'm the only one in the bed. I hurt all over, it hurt to move and I'm sore in places I didn't even know I could be sore. Another hard knock came to my door. "Emily! Don't make me unlock your door." I sighed and slowly pulled my covers off me, I'm still naked.

"I'm wake!" I managed to yell. There was no response, only foots steps fading away. My alarm was still going off. I couldn't think straight. There was a big wet stain on my bed, I slightly blushed, remembering what Josh had done to me. I finally turned off my alarm clock and managed to get on my feet. I grabbed a towel from my dresser and walked to my bathroom, every step I took I felt sticky and gross. I closed my door and slowly bent down to start the warm water. My thighs hurt the most, sore, sticky, and had bite marks on them. The mirror on the wall started to fog up as steam covered the bathroom, I wiped away the steam and looked at my neck. Hickeys. I sighed and stepped into the shower, only to start thinking about Josh. The water seemed ice cold compared to the memories and thought of last night. I suddenly felt sick about the thought of going to school and seeing him in my first hour. I shook away the feeling and finished up my shower.

"Emily! You're going to be late, come on!" My father yelled from down stairs as I turned the water off. I rolled my eyes and finished getting dressed, knowing that I can't escape school. Not now. The first hour bell rung, kids finally sat in their seats and started on their morning work. Josh, of course, was sitting next to me. I didn't know what to say to him. His hand fell on my thigh, squeezing with all his strength. I could tell he was thinking about last night, and to be honest, so was I. His hand, which were covered once more by bandages, released my thigh. I grabbed it before he could pull away. He looked at me, certainly confused. His bandages were loose, falling apart.

"I don't think you need these anymore," I spoke softly. He said nothing. "Don't you think the same?" He only nodded, his eyes still fixed on me. I slowly unwrap the bandages on his left hand, it only revealed small burns and cuts. Pain struck my heart, it was from his mother. My fingers ran along one long cut, he quickly pulled away and gave me his right hand. Once again I unwrapped the badges. The scars on his right hand were a little better than his left. "They will heal with time." His gaze seemed to reflect my own gaze. After a moment he pushed away his chair and pushed me down to the ground, desks and chairs falling over. I yelled in surprise, the wind was knocked out of me.

"Ooh shy girl making love in the classroom." One kid laughed. Hot embarrassment flowed over me. I struggled to pushed him off. Mrs. Brady walked over, "Both of you, in the hallway now." Everyone laughed. Josh helped me up and followed me into the hall. "If you can't control yourselves then you need to be separated, not only as a para but also as lovers."

"Oh we aren't-" I stopped myself. What are we? I couldn't answer because I didn't know. Friends with benefits? Lovers? She sighed with annoyance, "No more. No one wants to see a psycho hit on a shy, innocent, girl." I gasp, how could she say such a thing about Josh? He wasn't a psycho, at least I didn't think so.

"Who you calling a psycho, bitch?" Anger flash across his face. His hand turned into a fist. She pulled on his arm. "Let me go, motherfucker! Last time I check your sorry ass couldn't touch a man's arm." His word kept pouring out like rats that got frightened and running to protection. Mrs. Brady looked at him, her eyes widen with shock and hurt. I stood there next to him and gave simple signs to her to leave him alone, Josh couldn't deal with her, I bet if I wasn't there he'd stab her in the stomach where the mistake of hers' lies. I pulled back on his arm as he steps closer, her arm pulled back.

"Josh Tanks, please calm down." I pulled him back to meet his eyes. Anger flashed before his eyes.

"I said call me Josh, not my full name." He gripped my shirt and pulled me closer to him. I felt a shock run down my stomach, it felt good. He smirk, an evil smirk. I could feel myself blush as his hand dug in my hair, I felt his grip tighten. I looked at Mrs. Brady, he sighed and let me go.

"Bitch, you better get lost before I rip those eyes out!" He screamed at her. I pushed and ran away from him then went into the bathroom, I closed the stall and punched the wall. I don't want to admit it, but he made me wet. His tight white shirt, his lean, muscular body under it. His pale brown hair with blonde tips, and don't even get started on his eyes, filled with craziness and his voice was within the darkness of hate.

I like him.
No, I love him.