Fifty Shades of Way

***Ivy’s POV***

“No! Ivy, please I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, believe me, I love you. I didn't want you to get in trouble, I just tried to save my ass. I-I wasn't even thinking when I said those things, it was like I couldn't even control what I was saying, and it all just came out. Ivy, just believe me, I am so sorry, please, I don’t wanna loose you.”

“No, Gerard. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ever getting into a relationship with you. It was the dumbest thing I ever did.” His eyes were beginning to turn red and puffy and I could see that he was trying to hold back tears.

“Please don’t say that. I know I messed up, but don’t let that ruin everything we have.”

“What do you mean don’t let it ruin everything we have! You completely destroyed my reputation there, got me suspended for god knows how long, you probably got me expelled, and yet you have the nerve to expect me to forgive you? Do you not understand what you did? Gerard, you didn't just mess up, you fucked up my life. Now everyone in that school is gonna think that I’m some sort of slut that can’t keep my arms off my fucking teacher!”

“I’m sorry, okay! I really am. If I could go back and change things, I would in a second, but you and I both know that I can’t. Ivy, I cannot stress enough how sorry I am.”

“Sorry is not gonna cut it this time, Gerard.”

“Then what will? I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t know. “ I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. “But I’m going out. I’m tired of hearing your voice.” I gave him a slight glare, and turned my heals, making my way out of the kitchen. I heard his voice calling after me, trying to get me to listen to him, but I had heard enough. Why should I have to listen to a word he says?

I grabbed my keys off the coffee table, and practically ran out of the house, leaving him in mid-sentence. I got into my crookedly parked car in his driveway, and plunged the key in, immediately driving off to the nearest bar.

***Gerard’s POV***

I laid on my bed with my hands folded over my chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. A million things raced through my mind at once, all of them having to do with Ivy. I wasn't sure whether or not I’d ever see her again, considering she’s been gone for at least eight hours now.

I turned my body to face the clock, seeing that it’s now 2:43am. I lightly massaged my forehead, trying to think of possible places she could be. She didn't have any money, so I don’t see how she could be at a hotel and I know she wouldn't go back home, knowing her mother would be there.

My thoughts began to get the best of me, so I got out of bed, and paced around the room.

***

I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard a clanging noise come from downstairs. I have seen enough horror films in my lifetime to know never to ignore something like that.

I quickly turned on my bedroom light, along with the two lamps in the hallway, and slowly made my way down the stairs. I heard a few more noises, as I came down the bottom steps, and into the living room.

“Geraaard.” I heard an all too familiar voice slur. I felt my way around the living room until I felt the light switch. The lights went on, revealing Ivy in an extremely drunken state. Her eyes were bloodshot and she reeked of alcohol. “Gee, c’mere.” I looked at her with a confused expression, and slowly made my way towards her. She began to sway and stumble, so I put my arms around her to keep her steady. “I love you, Gee.” She moaned, bringing her lips to my neck. She began nibbling on my ear, and whispering seductive things. I then felt her hand begin to gently rub me through my pants. I quickly grabbed her hand, and pulled it away. She frowned, placing her body closer to mine, and wrapping her arms around my neck. I sighed, and stepped away from her, taking her hands off me. “Oh come on, Mr. Way. Don’t you want me? Cause I sure want you.” She giggled, pushing me onto the wall, and bringing her lips back up to mine.

“Ivy, please stop. As much as I’d love to do this with you, now isn’t the time, okay? Let’s just get you in bed, and we’ll talk in the morning.” I tried grabbing her hand to lead her towards the couch, but she pulled away.

“I’m not tired.” She slurred

“Well you look it.”

“Well, I’m not. But you know what?” she giggled, plopping herself onto the couch.

“What?”

“I wanna-I wanna cuddle.” She extended her arms, motioning me to cuddle with her. I sighed, and stared at the ground. She’s drunk and has no idea what she’s doing. I know if she were sober, she wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. But it’s just cuddling, right?

I walked over to the couch, and laid next to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and snuggled close into my chest.

“I love you, Gerard.”

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