Heartache

// You Best Be Prayin

|| Niykee's POV ||

As the night led on, I was having loads of fun with Jack. When we first met, I absolutely hated him. Me and Taylor were walking in the hallway freshman year, the first year I properly met all of Sam's friends. Jack came up to me while Sam was buying an orange juice, and told me that he thought I had nice boobs and that Taylor had a nice butt. At the time, i hated guys like him, cocky inconsiderate bastards. Later within the year, Sammy had Jack come over a lot more often and I guess I just got used to his attitude. Now, me and Jack are really good friends.

I got cut out of my thoughts when a hand waved in front of my face violently.

"Will you listen to my story about how i got my toe stuck in the shower faucet?" Jack whined.

I laughed then apologized for not listening to his stupid story. I was so close to getting out of the story topic, until he brought up how he once shaved his eyebrows off, and that's how they are so defined and "manly" as he likes to call them. Jack cut himself off once the doorbell rang, me mentally thanking whoever is at the door.

I got up quickly, rushing to the door to get away from Jack's meaningless stories that I honestly did not care about.

Once i arrived at the door, i swung it open, only to be surprised by someone who I thought would leaved me alone, Taylor.

"Hey Niykee," she smiled

"I just came here to apologize. I know what I did was wrong, and I feel terrible. Sammy means nothing to me anymore, and I'm sorry I even thought about hooking up with him. Now that I'm looking back on it, it wasn't even that good. He has no skill, he has a tiny d-"

"Okay okay!" I exclaimed, notifying her that I had heard enough.

"All I needed was an apology." I smiled, allowing her in. As we walked into the living room, where Jack and I had set up a fort for our movie night, he looked up at us both, giving me a confused look. I just smiled and studied his features. They way his forehead would crinkle up a bit when he made that confused expression, the way his eyes lit up when he heard something that interested him, the way his lips would curve and teeth would show everytime he made a genuine smile. I got cut out of my thoughts as Jack questioned,

"You two are friends again?"

I just nodded and sat down on the floor, as Jack proceeded next to me, Taylor making her way to the kitchen to grab more snacks, seeing as we were out.

About 20 minutes into our 3rd movie, Jack spoke up.

"Can we do something. So far we've watched White Chicks, Mean Girls, and the Notebook. And Taylor, I really don't appreciate you ruining my favorite shirt because of your little hormones. I understand you want a guy like Ryan Gosling, but you can't have that. This is reality boo, and you ain't gettin shit." He sassed. Taylor looked at him and laughed, as if she was going to prove him wrong one day.

"Well what would you like to do?" I asked the two hooligans in my living room.

"I want to go see Skate." Jack pouted, standing up.

"Skate's busy. He had a family thing." I told him. As if a little light bulb went off in his head, h replied,

"Yeah but doesn't Skate's family love you? They love me and you, so therefore, we'll be fine. I know Skate is home because when i drove passed his house on my way here, I saw him and some girl walk into the house." He gushed.

"Some girl?" I questioned, rather suspiciously.

"Yeah. A girl." he confirmed.

"Any specific girl? Anyone we know?" I asked. I didn't want to jump to conclusions with Skate because he was a really good person and I knew I could trust him.

"Uhm, I'm pretty sure it was Morgan. You know, his ex? The one that cheated on him?" He told me. I looked towards Taylor and she had widened eyes. I suddenly came up with an idea. I raced up the stairs and into my bedroom to retrieve my phone off the charger, running back down into the living room, sitting back in my spot.

I dialed Skate's number and put it on speaker. After 5 rings, he managed to answer.

"Hello?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"Hi babe!" I said, faking excitement.

"H-hey Niykee. Why are you calling?" He questioned me.

"Can I not call my boyfriend?" I asked him, emphasizing the word 'boyfriend'

"Yeah uh well, I'm kind of busy. Me and Stew are playing Fifa and-" he cut himself off for a couple seconds. He was talking to someone, but the voices were muffled, due to his hand probably being over the speaker. I was planning on just hanging up, since this was going nowhere, but I got an idea before I hit the red button.

"Hey, I left my sweatshirt at your house, y'know my MNU one? I'm gonna come by and pick it up." I smirked.

"I can just bring it to you tomorrow?" He reasoned. I shook my head, even though he could couldn't see me, hanging up.

"He's such a fuckboy," i yelled, grabbing my car keys.

"Bitch, you best be prayin,"

Thank you for readinnnnnng (((: // hailee