Someone Like You -Seventeen-

I took a long hot shower. My whole body ached. I didn't want to come out, because I know Ryan wanted to know what happened last night. I never want to think or talk about it again; it's going to be as if it never happened. Which is going to be hard, there is a scar on my cheek it doesn't look too bad, but it is a reminder of what happened. Then the scratches, and the scrapes on my leg, those will disappear with time. I had to get out of the shower. I changed into whatever clothes I found. I walked to the living room. Ryan was sitting on the couch flipping through channels. I laid down on the couch and rested my head on Ryan's lap. With his fingers he slowly touch my cheek, which still burned with pain.
"Jane, I want to know what happened," Ryan demanded. He started to stroke my hair.
"All that matters is that I'm fine now," I told him.
"Who did that to you," his voice was getting louder and madder. "You didn't fall; a person doesn't get scratches there when they fall."
I sat up, "Can we please not talk about this?"
"We are going to talk about this," He said.
I didn't have a choice, I had to tell him or he was never going to let his go. "A guy, he... h-he..." I couldn't finish the tears started pouring out.
I knew that I didn't have to finish. The look on Ryan's face said, he knew exactly what I meant. He buried his face into his hands, "Oh god, please tell me he didn't..."
"He didn't" I whispered. "But, he h-h-hurt me."
He pulled me closer to him, into a hug. "Tell me who it was, I'll go kill him," he whispered in my ear.
I told him I didn't know. I don't want him to know. That will just cause more trouble, and I don't want anything to happen to Ryan.

Ryan left; he said that he has to go to work. At first he didn't want to go, he said he didn't want to leave me alone. I convince him to go. Sam called earlier and said that he was coming over, even after I told him that he didn't have to. At first I didn't want him to come, I wanted to be alone, but now that I'm actually alone in the house it kind of scares me. I couldn't call Cassie, because I'm still somewhat mad at her, and I don't have any other friends. Sam didn't take long to come over. He came here fast.
"Hey buddy," I greeted him. I looked at him and smiled, "Aw don't you look cute."
"Shut up, I didn't have time to get ready," he said. "And I lost one of my contact lenses."
"I think you look better with glasses." He was wearing black frame glasses. Instead of his hair being up in a fohawk it was all flat and it covered part of his eyes. "I like you hair this way better," I said messing with his hair.
We went to my room. Once I got there I collapsed on my bed. "I'm so tired. I didn't get any sleep last night."
"Yeah, well after last night," He paused and swallowed. "After last night I couldn't sleep either, I was worried about you."
"I'm fine I only have a couple cuts and bruises," I said looking away from him.
"You shouldn't have any," he simply stated as he sat down on the bed next to me.
"Let's talk about something else," I asked him.
He opened the backpack he had with him, "This morning I went to print out all the pictures we took that day after school." He took out a stack of pictures and handed them to me.
"I was waiting for you to email them," I said, sitting up from the bed.
"Yeah, well I thought printing them would be better."
He looked over them. Sam said I can keep which ever ones I want. I chose three in which were both in.
Sam stayed with me for the rest of the afternoon. He was telling me about how he liked some girl he had for gym. Her name is Emily and she's a freshman. He said that tonight he has a date with her.
"Aw Sammy has a little girlfriend," I teased.
"Shut up," He pushed my arm playfully. "She's only a year younger than me and besides age doesn't matter when it comes to love."
"You really think that," I asked him.
"That age doesn't matter when it comes to love?"
"Yeah," I said, getting under the covers of my bed.
He lay down next to me, "I think that it doesn't matter as long as you both love each other."
"I guess," I said, closing my eyes.
"Do you want me to leave, so you can sleep?" He removed a lock of my hair away from my face.
My eyes were still closed, "Stay, I don't want to be alone." I was falling asleep, and I swear just before I did, for one brief second, I felt his lips against mine.

I don't know how long I slept, but Sam was shaking me, so I could wake up, "Jane, I think your mom is home."
I quickly sat up, which cause me to hit Sam with my head, "Oh my god, I'm sorry." I notice that his nose started bleeding, "You're bleeding!"
"Shit," he yelled trying to wipe the blood coming from his nose, but too much of it was coming out. He started leaning his head back.
"Don't do that," I exclaimed pulling him forward. "Your not suppose to lean your head back. Lean forward." I quickly started getting off the bed, to get a towel or something for Sam. In my hurry, I got tangled up with the bed sheets, which made me fall to the floor.
"Are you okay," Sam asked.
I was about to tell him, that I was okay when the door opened. My mom and Ryan were standing there not looking happy, well Ryan most, my mom just shocked. I stood up from the floor. I saw Sam leaning his head back again. "Don't do that," I commanded, breaking the awkward silence. I took Sam's hand and dragged him to the bathroom.
Sam sat on the toilet. I grabbed a small towel, damped it a little with water, and then pressed it against his nose. I squeeze shut his nose a little. "I can't breathe," He complained.
"Breathe with your mouth, loser," I told him. "And lean forward, not back." I held the towel for about five minutes, until it finally stopped bleeding.
"I'm sorry," He said after a while.
"For what?"
"Your mom didn't look happy when she saw me in your bed," He explained.
I shrugged, "Whatever, it's not like we were doing anything wrong."
He smiled, "You look cute when you sleep with all your snoring and drooling."
"Shut up and I do not drool."
"Yeah you do, but don't worry I think it's cute," he replied smiling. Stupid Sam and his heart melting smiles.

Sam left; he didn't want to be late for his date. My mom was home that meant Ryan and I couldn't talk, but I know that he's pissed as hell. Right now, my mom insisted that we all have dinner together. I'm watching Ryan stab at his food. I don't mean just picking at it; I mean really stabbing his fork into the food. He saw Sam on my bed big deal, it's not like he caught me making out with him or something. I was eating my food, and avoiding the stares coming from my mom.
"Care to tell me, what that boy was doing on your bed," My mom said.
"His name is Sam," I said, I looked down at my food.
"What was he doing in your room? You shouldn't have boys in your room."
"You didn't care before. Mark was always in my room," I pointed out. Okay that was definitely the wrong thing to say, while Ryan was sitting there. I stood up from the chair. "I'm going to my room."
"Sit back down, Jane," she said her tone growing louder. "Explain to me, what he was doing in your room? Oh and I'm grounding you for two weeks."
"What," I snapped. "You can't do that, nothing happened. We were just hanging out and then I fell asleep."
Of course she didn't believe me. Only because she got pregnant at sixteen, she thinks I will too. I'll die before I ever become like her. She argued with me, she wanted to know what really happened. I told her everything, but she still didn't believe me. I was mad, so I stormed off to my room and slammed the door shut.

I don't know how long I stayed in there. Ryan came in, after my mom had fallen asleep, thanks to her anti-depressants. I was lying on my bed doing absolutely nothing, just staring at the ceiling. There isn't much to do around here. Ryan lay down next to me.
"Hey beautiful," he said as he kissed me on the cheek.
I didn't say anything for a while. I was confused by his actions, "You aren't mad?"
He took my hand and locked our fingers together, "I admit that at first I was; I was pissed off." He paused and continued, "I trust you and I know you didn't and won't do anything."
"Thanks," I said sighing. "That's what I really need to hear, that at least one person trust me."