Jackass (She's An Extraordinary Girl)

"It doesn't matter anymore; Tre and I have decided that our friendship is too strong to turn into anything big, like, I don't know... love?"

Adrienne raised her eyebrow, "You're over him?" she asked in disbelief.
It took you a second to get the question through your head, but you soon quickly nodded.

"But Ivy, you don't understand," she seemed hesitant, "I don't know if he's told you, but I'm sick of him always telling us and not you, so here it goes..." she took in a deep breath, "Ivy, he loves you."

You stared at her for a few seconds not knowing how to cover what she told you with a lie. It was true, even though you already knew it, but knowing Tre loved you made your heart jump, because you knew you loved him too.

"My two favorite girls," came Tre's voice from behind Adie and you.

Saved by Tre... I think.

Adie weakly smiled at him. Just by the expression shown on her face, she probably felt bad for Tre because she thinks you guys are just friends, "Hey, Tre."

You quickly turned around to look at him. Once you saw his smile, you couldn't help but smile back.

God, he's cute.

"Hey," you said, trying to be normal, but you had no clue if you were doing a good job or not.

He lent his body beside yours at the locker beside the one you were leaning on at that moment, "You think we should get going?" he asked you. The way he said it and the way he was staring at you, it seemed he had forgotten about Adie standing there.

You nodded, smiling slightly, "Yep."

He tried to take your hand until you pushed it away. He didn't seem to get it at first why you rejected his proposal to hold your hand, until he looked back at where Adie was standing, watching.

Tre smiled at her, trying to act as if nothing happened, "Where's Billie? You and him can come with us if you want a ride," he took his car keys out of his pocket, soon dangling them in his hand.

She shook her head, "No. Billie and me are planning to go over to the mall," she weakly smiled.

He looked back at you, "Alright. Well, lets get going, beautiful," he smiled.

You couldn't help but smile too, but the look Adie had on her face was really saddening, since she knew how much Tre really wanted to be with you.

"Yea, lets go. Ill see you later, Adie," you waved bye to her as you walked down the hall with Tre.

The walk to his car was quiet, but once you got there and he knew no one was around, he started kissing you softly.

You broke away from his lips, smiling, "Tre, we're in public," you said.

He smiled, "Yes, but no one's around. We can be as naughty as we want," he smiled more, trying to kiss you again, but you kept denying his request.

"We can make out as much as we want when we get home, kay?"

He pouted, but he did give up and backed off.

"I thought you have work tonight, though?" he asked, grabbing onto your hands as he pulled you more in towards his body.

"I do, but that's not till later tonight. We have the rest of the afternoon to make out and do whatever," you smiled.

He kissed your lips gently, "I'll pick you up after work tonight, and I have to go somewhere anyway."

"Where are you going?" you asked quietly as you observed his fingertips playing with yours.

"Um... nowhere important," he answered nervously, but from sensing how nervous he was in his voice, you knew exactly where he was going.

"Tre..." you looked up at him as he put his concentration on the ground, but he soon raised his head up to look at you, "Are you planning on going to see your Dad?"

It took him a while, but he finally answered, "I have to go... I need to know if he's doing any better."

"Tre, what if he hurts you?" you asked, getting a little panicked in your voice.

He sighed, "I'm not going to lie; that is a possibility, but I need to make sure he's okay."

You sighed, putting more of a grip on his hands as you considered what he told you. Even though you didn't want to, you nodded anyway.

"I'll be okay. Everything will be okay," he put you in a tight hug since he knew you were getting upset. You hugged him back, but you were terrified to know he was visiting his Dad.

He let go of you, and then placed his fingers on your chin to raise your head. He kissed your lips slightly and smiled at you, you couldn't help but smile back, "Lets go."

You nodded, walking past him to the passenger seat.

****

Was there really a point to coming to work tonight? you sighed to yourself, looking around the abandoned coffee shop.

It was almost 9:00pm and all night no one showed up. It was indeed slow, and of course boring, but you couldn't do much about that; the main importance to you was the money.

'Come break me down.
Bury me, bury me.
I am finished with you,'
came The Kill from 30 Seconds To Mars softly being played from the radio on the counter. At least there was some entertainment going on.

You sighed, looking back over at the clock. When it was about five to nine, you thought it was time to pack up.

You slowly shuffled your feet to the back room of the coffee shop, where all your belongings were, such as your backpack. You glanced around the messy storage room as you flipped your bag over your shoulder.

"Someone needs to clean up here," you whispered to yourself as you turned off the rooms light and began walking back down the short hallway into the dinning part in the coffee shop.

Locking the door to the hallway, you noticed someone sitting at the far booth in the corner of the shop. It was obvious to tell it was Tre there, because no one else would walk in after hours.

After locking the door, you slid the keys into your pants pocket as you walked over to where he was sitting.

When you approached the table, he was staring at the opposite side of you... the wall.

You placed your hand gently on his shoulder, "Tre?" you said.

He turned around, putting his gaze on you as a little smile appeared on his face, "Hey," he seemed hesitant to say.

You weakly smiled back at him, but sensing there was something wrong. You sat down beside him and grabbed his hand, "What's up?"

He sighed, placing his head on the table, looking in your direction, "Nothing. Just got back from Hell, though."

Your face saddened as you remembered him telling you earlier that he was visiting his Dads.

I completely forgot!

"Did he do anything to you?" you asked in a panic.

Tre didn't say anything, he looked like he was wanting to say something, but he never did. He kept looking at your eyes to your hand, repeatedly.

You asked one last time, but you still didn't get the right response.

This time, instead of staring at you, he softly kissed your lips slowly. You kissed him back softly as well, but the kiss didn't last long until he broke himself away and stared passionately into your eyes.

"I love you. I always have and always will. And I love that you care for me so much... I've never been really cared for too much after my Mom left," he confessed, trailing off as he looked down at his hand in yours.

His words were so sweet, but instead of getting a happy emotion from them, they actually scared you, because he seemed really hurt from something.

You weakly smiled, hoping it would make him feel better, "Tre, I love you too." You didn't say what you wanted to say after noticing a tiny smile appear on his face, but you kept going, "But there's something wrong, I can tell. What happened? Did your Dad hurt you?"

It took him a while, but after a few silent seconds, he nodded slowly as he continued looking down.

You hesitated to ask, "W-What happened?"

He was silent. His expression showed that he didn't want to talk about it, which you couldn't blame him for.

It must be so hard for Tre to have an abusive Father.

You haven't even seen his Father for years, but you feel as if you know exactly how Tre feels when you look into his icy blue eyes. His eyes could tell his life story.

He sighed, slowly lifting up his sleeve to expose a bruised shoulder. By the looks of the injury, it was bad. His bruise was almost black and there were scars surrounding it and on the bruise itself.

Your face saddened even more than it previously was, "H-How did he do that?" you asked as you felt tears building up behind your eyes, but you held them back.

He looked back into your eyes, "He smashed a beer bottle on me," he whispered. From his whisper, you knew he was trying to hold back tears too.

You decided it would have been best not to ask him any more questions about it. Instead, you gently lifted his sleeve to look at the bruise. Tre was looking down at you as you acknowledged it more.

Just like what you did to his neck on your first date, you began kissing his injury softly, knowing it might have made him feel better. At first, he winced, but then you could tell he was starting to like it.

He rested his head on the top of your head as you continued kissing him. He'd stroke your hair at the same time, as he'd close his eyes.

It wasn't long until he fell asleep, and soon later, you did too.