Cliche O/O (Open)

Yesim rolled her eyes and handed the helmet to Ajax. "Here, you can have it."

"Jade, I'm not going to let you ride without a helmet. I'll be fine this one time. I have another one at home. Now put it one before I put it on you." Ajax crossed his arms.

Yesim rolled her eyes again but nodded, putting the helmet on. "Fine, fine, I'll put it on."

Ajax smiled and got on the bike. He waited until she was behind him before kicking up the kick stand and turning it on. "Hold on tight."

Yesim wasn't sure what to do and wrapped her arms around Ajax, shutting her eyes as she waited for him to go.

Ajax sped out of the neighborhood and the familiar path home.

Yesim opened her eyes after he had sped out of the neighborhood, relaxing a bit as she looked around.

Ajax came to a stop at his house, not surprised that his mom wasn't home. He unlocked his door and waved her inside his small house. He would figure out sleeping arrangments later, right now, he was more worried about her. He dropped his bag to the ground by the door and took her hand, leading her to the bathroom. "Where are you injured?"

(Ajax caused Yesim to get a detention thoughhhh REPENT FOR YOUR SINS- Well anyways I'm a fellow stalker, I love your rp so far ><)

"Practically everywhere." Yesim muttered, looking around the small house. "Wait-we forgot about detention. Crap, Mrs. Baker's going to kill us. Great."

"I really don't give a shit about detention right now Jade." Ajax reached down and picked her up, setting her on the bathroom counter. "I need you to show me where it hurts."

Yesim yelped in surprise when she was picked up as if she was a feather, instinctively holding onto Ajax. "Most of them are on my back…"

Ajax pulled her shirt over her head and moved so that he had a better view of her back.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Yesim said, her face turning red as she covered her chest. Her back was indeed covered with injuries, the rest of her tattoo was also visible. There were mostly whip marks across her back but there was other stuff too.

Ajax ignored her complaint as he examined her back. It took every once of self control to keep himself from killing the man who did this. He pulled out the first aid kit under the sink and soaked a cotton ball in rubbing alcohol. He began to gently press it to injuries.

Yesim quietly hissed in pain, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the ground. Why does he care so much about me?

"Sorry." Ajax muttered as he dabbed. He tossed the cotton ball away and stared at her back. He wasn't sure how to wrap her wounds exactly. The best thing he could think of was her laying down for the next few days and not putting anything on her back.

Yesim muttered a small 'it's fine' before also going quiet, not sure what to do. "Are you done?" She asked after a few moments, not looking at Ajax at all.

Ajax put some ointment on her back. "Yeah, I'm done." He put the kit underneath the sink.

Yesim almost immediately put her shirt back on, covering most of her tattoo again. "Thanks."

"We can go get you clothes today or tomorrow, your choice." Ajax said.

"Can we go tomorrow? I have homework I need to do." Yesim asked, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

Ajax nodded. "My mom might have something for you to wear to bed if you want. Or I could give you one of my shirts and some shorts."

"I think I'm closer to your size so I'll just borrow one of your shirts?" Yesim suggested.

Ajax nodded. "Are you hungry?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Yesim shook her head. "No, not rea-" Her stomach interrupted her and growled loudly, making her face turn red in embarrassment.

Ajax smirked. "Come on then." He walked to the kitchen. He opened the pantry. "What kind of sandwich do you like."

"I-I'm fine with anything," Yesim answered shyly, her face still a bright red.

Ajax made them both a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He set hers down in front of her and took a bite.

Yesim took hers and took a bite, quietly staring at the ground. She was planning on quickly doing her homework and getting it over with, not wanting to stay up late now that Richard wasn't here.