Healing Ivan Wattys2015

OLORIRE POV

Why would you that?!" He nursed his arm, his knuckled bruised and red. I didn't want him fighting because of me; I didn't want him getting into blows: period. When I heard what happened, I had to stay till after school trying check he was fine. He wasn't answering his phone and it was already the talk of the entire school.

"Because it's getting on my last nerve, keeping our relationship a secret like a dirty affair!"

"So I didn't ask you to punch anyone! You shouldn't have done that."

"You should have heard the way he was talking about you. I couldn't stand it, it was disrespectful and damn right rude." His breathing was shallow trying to remain calm as we stood inches apart just watching each other. He made the first move coming closer.

"I don't want us to fight. But I hate not being to tell the world you are mine. I hate those guys can kiss your cheek or make stupid irrelevant comments about you. It grates on me so bad, I hate I didn't notice before until now that we are together because it makes it as hell harder to resist punching someone. I hate the fact it is so easy for them to touch or talk to you but it's much harder for us to do even though I'm the one with you. I want to sneak you kisses in between class, hold your hand, buy you lunch, take you to school but I can't do that because we are too busy caring about other people. Our relationship is nothing to be ashamed of. But if you still want to keep us on a low, I will try harder just because of you but I can't promise anything." I embraced him tight realising maybe I was protecting myself rather him.

"I thought by being discreet it was for you but now I realise I'm being too paranoid when in reality, you don't care." I spoke into his shoulder, pushing myself further on tiptoe to fully enclose him in my arms.

"I don't I just want to be with you. We will receive hate, its protocol."

"Don't think I haven't had to deal with it too, I see those girls looking at you but I let it go because I know you don't like them."

"I only see you Olorire. I don't care about them. Let them talk, it's their mouth but I can't do this secretive thing." I sighed letting go of his neck.

"You know your dad will kill you right?"

"More like my mum will murder me. I'm excluded for two days but I still have to attend lacrosse training. Ugh coach is going to grill me."

"That's what you get for fighting."

"I thought girls like this whole macho let's beat up each other over a girl."

"Maybe a little but not too much." he pulled me closer, his good hand holding my waist.

"I know something you can do to make it better."

"No." He arched his eyebrow.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a massage."

"No."

"Rock, paper scissors it?" I rolled my eyes as he counted to three. I rocked it and he displayed a paper.

"So about that massage..."

"What about it?"

I want you dressed as a bunny." I hit him lightly.

"You joke." he opened his car door pulling out a costume. What in the world?

"Ivan, I'm going to count to ten and I want that costume to disappear." He laughed stuffing in back into the back seat.

"Whose is that?"

"Oracle's."

"I'm not even going to ask." We drove in silence, then a song called 'My Nigga' came on and Ivan knew a tiny part of the lyrics, it wasn't hard since those two words was what they sang through the entire song.