Seventeen || BajanCanadian/ASFJerome

Chapter 10

Mitch's POV

I woke up to the sounds of a conversation below my room. I decided to ignore it, but Carlee came into my room and dropped a plate of pancakes on my bedside table.

"Hey" she said blankly.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing"

She attempted to hide a wimper behind her words. I sat up and gestured her over to me.

"Come here." I said gentley.

"What's wrong?"

She took a breath, the proceeded to explain.

"It's...my dad. He dided of Colon Cancer last night."

She then burst out in sobs into my neck. Then it hit me, she wasn't crying to me because she loved and trusted me, she simply didn't have anyone else. Her mom had died 9 years earlier.

~1 Hour later~

"Promise me you won't tell anyone about this conversation."

Carlee's POV

"Or the fact that I'm sitting next to you with no shirt on." He responded.

"Oh thats nothing, last night I saw Cassie snuggled up with Jerome." He continued to laugh, but I abrupbtly stopped.

"What did you say?"

He repeated his statement and had stopped laughing.

"And where are they now?" I said with a bit of fireceness in my tone.

"Downstairs....in the kitchen I think."

I trudged down the stairs once again, and sure enough there they were, laughing and talking.

"Cassie." She turned to face me.

"Can I talk to you in private, please?" I said, obvious tension in my voice.

"Okay...?"

I took her out on to the porch. I must've still had tear-stained eyes because the first thing she asked was if I was okay.

"No, I'm not, Cassie, you know I like Jerome." My voice started to rise.

"What is this about Carlee?"

I was yelling now, and I didn't care who heard me.

"YOU KNEW I'VE LIKED JEROME SINCE WE MET AND YOU STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO GO AND SLEEP WITH HIM?"

I hope she understood how angry I was, because I was done yelling at her.

"WELL CARLEE IM SORRY, BUT I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW IM JUST AS UNHAPPY WHILE YOUR UPSTAIRS WITH MITCH TALKING ABOUT THINGS YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND. TO MAKE IT WORSE, HE'S NOT EVEN WEARING A SHIRT!"

I walked in and saw Jerome still in the kitchen, and Mitch with him.

"Did you hear any of that?" I asked.

"Enough."