Serving Up Submission

Chapter 3

A/N.. If you ever want to make a cover or anything' for this story, go ahead! You can send it to me and I'll post it and give credit!

*Jaycee's P.O.V.*

I had just laid in bed, having just finished my pre-bedtime routine, when my phone started to ring. I groaned out loud. Why do people always pick the worst time to call me? Usually, no one calls unless it's Sage or work, so I have to answer. I roll over to the other side of the bed, where my phone was plugged in on the bedside table.

Not bothering to look at the caller ID, since I pretty much know who it is, I swipe my finger along the screen to answer. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and sleepily say, "Hello?"

There are about five seconds of silence before the caller bursts into tears. Well, it's definitely not the library calling. "Sage, babe, what's wrong?"

""It's- m-mo-om. Sh-she's ki-kick-ing m-me ou-out." Sage said between sobs.

"Oh babe, do you want me to come over and help you pack? You are going to stay at my house in the spare bedroom."

"O-okay. You m-might have to s-sneak into my roo-oom." She says in between hiccups and sniffles. "My mom wa-as pretty pissed. Just cl-imb up the tree like yo-ou usually do."

"Okay baby. I'll be there in 20 minutes okay? For right now, just find a whole bunch of boxes and suitcases. I'll bring some too."

"Okay. Hurry please."

"Alright baby. Find boxes and open your window. I'll be there soon. Bye Sage."

"Bye J. Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too." As soon as I hung up, I jumped off the bed and started scrambling through my room. As I was looking for boxes, I jumped around the room, trying to pull up my skinny jeans I just took off. Now, I'm not fat or even 'big boned' but I still have to squeeze into my jeans.

I finally get redressed and manage to find a few boxes in the process. I put on my boots, pull a beanie over my head, and grab my keys. Then I gather all the boxes I found and go out to my car.

Locking the front door, I pop the trunk on my 2004 mystichrome Cobra. I'm not big into cars, but I know some about them. And I love my car. It makes all the boys drool, which is funny, but when a girl steps out instead of a boy, their jaws drop.

I throw all the boxes in the trunk and then get into the drivers seat. I start the car and just sit and listen to the purr of the engine for a second. Then I remember the urgency of Sage's situation so I put the car in drive, and pull out of my driveway.

About 10 minutes later, I finally get to Sage's house. I pull the car into the driveway and turn the engine off. After getting out, I make sure to push the lock button on the inside if the door so that it won't make noise when I push the key button. Then I shut the door as quietly as I can. If Christina, Sage's mom, so much as hears a peep that didn't come from the floor, she would wig out. And judging from the phone call earlier... we really don't want that.

I popped the trunk but didn't take the boxes out. I'd have to make sure I could get in before I throw the boxes through the window. I walked along the base of the house, to right under Sage's window. I picked up a pebble from the pile we always kept there, and tossed it at the window. Almost immediately, the window opened and Sage stuck her head out.

She looked awful, not going to lie. She had puffy eyes and you could tell she'd been crying. Now I feel awful. Why the hell did I have to open my fucking mouth and blurt out the first thing in my head? We shouldn't go to Britain. What the hell was I-

"Why are you just standing there? Can you get the boxes? I have two packed already." She loudly whispered down at me, knocking me from my thoughts.

"Well, damn, I underestimated you. Throw down those two and I'll get the ones I brought." Then, Sage disappeared inside the room, to get the packed boxes. Then she reappeared and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Go ahead!" She dropped the box down and right into my arms. I set that one down beside my feet and then got ready for her to drop the next one. She asked if I was ready again and I was. I told her to go ahead.

She dropped this one but it's course wasn't straight down, but curved by the wind. When I tried to run to get under it, I tripped over the other box by my feet. I face planted right into the dirt underneath the window.

"Ughhgggghgghh. Ow." I moaned as I rolled over and lay there for a few seconds. When I open my eyes, I see Sage desperately trying not to laugh. "I'm glad I can amuse you." I whisper-yell at her.

"I'm glad too because my mom made my day turn out to be complete shit." She grinned down at me.

"Sage I'm really sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not even suggeste-"

"J, shut up, would ya? I have literally been dying to get out of this fucking house and away from my psycho mother, that it's not even funny. That's why I jumped on the chance to leave. That was the best idea since sliced bread."

"Wow. Well, I guess as soon as we are done here, I'll buy tickets and book a hotel."

"Thank you J. Can you take those to the car and bring the other boxes? I need some help up here."

"Okay, Miss Bossy Pants." I picked up the boxes, and then headed out to my car. I put the full boxes in the trunk, and got the empty ones out of my trunk. Just as I was shutting the trunk, Christina stumbled out the front door, leaving it wide open. She was obviously trying to drown her problems in alcohol, and by the looks if it, it was working.

"Good evening Mrs. Ozera... What are you doing outside?" I asked.

"Oh, hi, Jaycee, dear. Um, I'm not really sure why I came out. I can't remember." She scratches her head, as if in deep thought.

"Well if you can't remeber, you should probably get back inside and get to bed. It's pretty late." I was totally using her drunken state to my advantage. Did I feel guilty? Nah. Not after what she did to my best friend.

"You're probably right. Thank you dear! Good night!" With that she went inside the house. I quickly grab the boxes and run to the door, grabbing the handle just before it closes. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I peek through the tiny crack between the door and the wall, and don't see Mrs. Ozera. I take that as a welcoming sign to open the door a little further. When I still don't see or hear her, I just walk into the house, shutting the door behind me. I guess this will be easier than Sage and I thought.

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A/N... Did you catch my 1D song reference in there?? XD #nerd. Love you, Lovelies. :)