We sat there for what seemed like hours, me holding him to my chest and him just looking into my eyes smiling. Smiling back at him, I realized a small scar on his forehead. My eyebrows came together. A habit of mine, one I would like to get rid of. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes, smiling with them. At that moment, everything was perfect. He made me feel so special without even noticing, but I had to remember this boy was broken. I could see it. Broken beyond repair that did not mean I was not going to try.

I giggled.

Ethan looked up at me as if he wanted to know what was so funny. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to tell him; I was thinking about how cute he is.

"So Sophia tell me about yourself," He groaned, "Tell me everything I'll listen."

The tiredness in his voice was so obvious, although he was still willing to listen; I still left some bits out. Seemed like we talked for hours, probably because we did. By the time we had finished, it was the end of school.

"You can go home you know I'm not forcing you to stay with me. Your parents are probably very concerned about you." Ethan was not wrong.

My dad was always worrying for no reason. I know it was for safety and everything but seriously. Do you know how annoying it is with an over-protective parent? They never let you go anywhere.

"I know, but it doesn't necessarily mean I want to..." I replied in a soft voice.

I wanted to stay with Ethan ever so much. He understood me. I liked that. I liked many things about him. Ever since kindergarten, I have noticed him. I remember his hippie phase through the 8th grade. And the way for 4 years, he had the same hairstyle. I liked this emo look it suited him, made him look older.

He stood up and held his hand out to me, giving me a meaningful look. I took his hand and squeezed it. Of course, he wasn't used to affection at all. All those years of abuse, bullied and rejected. After everything, could you blame me for wanting to fix him? No, you couldn't.

With our hands interlocked, we walked right out of that hellhole. Of course, just as before there was whispers and stares. I didn't care; all of these people were just hypocrites. Ethan was a person and so was I. So what was the problem of us being together?

"Sophia you don't have to ruin your reputation, I can walk home alone and you can go with your friends. It's fine…" Ethan said quietly.

"I am walking with my friend though, besides it wouldn't be fair on you at all. I am a fair person." I replied.

He gave me a nervous smile and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. Why was he always so nervous around me, I'm not the queen…Just the daughter of a multi billionaire. I stopped in my tracks after that thought. Ethan gave this look. I couldn't let him know where I actually lived he would think differently of me. He would think I am a spoiled little rich girl Jason did… Why am I thinking about asshole Jason when I am with Ethan? I gave Ethan a reassuring look and kept on walking.

When we reached my road, I looked at Ethan. I knew that look, the look of disgust.

"Sophia…Are you ashamed to show me your house in case I think you're a spoiled rich girl?" He asked.

"How'd you know?" But seriously how did he know? Was I making it that obvious with these looks? Those looks…I liked the looks we gave each other. They were subtle but had so much words and meaning in them.

"Take me inside and I promise I won't be amazed."

"Wow so you think I'm boring?"

"No because the only thing about you that can amaze me is how beautiful you are…"