BF? Bitch Friend.

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Author's Note: Hey-Ho! Here's my creation that is named at Chapter 27, or BF? Bitch Friend. Either one, I don't really care. I know it's short and I apologize, I meant to have it up last night but yeah know... New Years and all that good stuff. Anyways, this is pretty much the start of chapter 28 which will have a good three buckets full of drama. Happy New Years, I love you dearly, and enjoy my lovelys!

Chapter 27

BF? Bitch Friend.

***Jessica’s POV***

Ring.

Riiing.

Riiiing.

“Are you going to answer that or what?” Brittney said as we both stared at my phone laying on the counter top. For the last 15 minutes we had said nothing to each other, just watched in silence as my phone went off.

“We both know the answer to that Brittney.”

“You can’t ignore them forever. They’re your parents.”

“Precisely why I am ignoring them.”

“They made mistakes Meeks, what parent doesn’t-.”

“That’s real cheap coming from a child whose parents were around 24/7.”

“Look, Jessica, I’m just trying to hel-.”

“Maybe I don’t want help.” I snapped back, venom laced between my words. Brittney flinched back while looking in my eyes. She knew I’d talk to them when I was ready, pressing me on it would only delay that.

“At least answer it. You don’t have to talk, just answer.”

“No and that’s the last of it.”

“Damn it Jessica! Way must you be so stubborn?! I’m just trying to help you!”

Rolling my eyes I grabbed my phone and jacket from the hallways before turning back to look at an inflamed Brittney. I smirked knowing the one thing that would send her over the edge.

“I’ll be back… I need a smoke.”

Watching her eyes widen made me feel both pride and guilt. Her face turned a strange shade of red before she began throwing random objects at me like a mad woman. “You said you stopped! You fucking liar!”

“Yeah well call me a bitch or call me a liar, but at least you can’t call me someone who doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Just get the fuck out; I don’t want to see your face.”

“Gladly.”  Snapped back sending her another glare before slamming the door shut.

Without thought I raced towards the one place I knew I would find peace… the park. Smiling when I noticed it was all but abandoned I took a fag out and lit the end of it, taking a giant hit off it, making me sigh in relief.

It’s been too long old friend, I thought as I looked at the burning stick in my hand.

(A:N Okay just to clear this up Jessica and Brittney are from a small town in New York. Since Jessica has a hard time fitting in she uses British slang so she can, well, blend in. She’s gotten so used to using it she doesn’t even notice she used it anymore. And a fag is a cigarette. Okay… keep reading.)

“I honestly never pegged you for the type that smoked.” A strong British voice said from behind me causing me to jump. Turning around I came face to face with brown eyes and black hair.

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