Thirsty?

Ch. 4

Hey, the pictures above are just so you get an idea of Jess's and Silver's style. and The girl on Jessica's side, is just so you know her skin color. Well enjoy!

I texted Alex once again to tell him where I am at, but still no response. Just read. What has gotten into him? I thought he loved me? He's always spending time with other girls and not me.
I stirred the lemon around in my water as Sliver, Mike, and Dylan all yapped about whatever. I just wasn't in the mood. "Jess, are you ok? This is you favorite place to eat. You seem down." Mikey asked me. I managed to pull a fake smile and nod. "so, tell us about yourself, Jess." Silver said. I immediately sit up and straighten myself out. "Ok well, I am 18, I have my own apartment, I am graduating in two months and I do part time modeling for a few stores in the mall." I say. This was really taking my mind of things. Silver holds up the "a-ok" sign with her fingers and nods. "Pretty badass." she says. I blush and look down. "Jessica doesn't curse, Sil." Michael adds. I nod an look up. "get used to it." Dylan says. I push my glasses up to my face and clear my throat. "I am used to it Dylan, I just don't do it." Dylan puts his hands up in surrender to my sudden burst of attitude. "So Silver," I ask. "How old are you?" Silver sips once more on her green tea before answering. "I'm turning 21 in two days." "I'm 21 already." Dylan says. "And I'm 20." Michael says. Wow. I'm so young compared to them.
I ordered a chicken panini while everyone else ordered big meals. I wasn't very hungry today.
"Michael, I think I'm gonna get going. I have homework and I'm not feeling too good." I say. Dylan awes and Silver sighs. "Can we at least exchange numbers? You seem really chill." she asked. I typed my number into her phone and did the same to Michael's and Dylan's. "Can I have a to go box please?" I asked the waitress. She just nodded and shuffled away. "Well, it was very nice meeting you and I'm so glad I got to see you again Mi-" Michael cut me off. "Jess, no. I know you don't feel good, but at least stay another hour. I haven't seen you in years. And plus you are suspended. Maybe you can come over and we can have a movie night like old times?'' I sigh and look over to Silver an Dylan who were sitting across from us. "I think he really wants you to stay.' Silver giggles. The waitress hasn't come back yet so I had some time to think. "You know what. I'll stay. I need the break." I say. Silver is the first to hold up her drink, then Dylan and Michael join her. "To suspension!" Silver yells. I raise my glass along with them and we all bang out cups together receiving weird looks from other tables. For some reason, I felt as if this is where I belong.

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Dylan and Silver left to their shared apartment around four, while Michael an I stayed behind. It felt nice to finally catch up with him and talk about the past with him.
"I think we should head home now." I say struggling to carry all of my bags. Michael chuckles and grabs a few out of my hands. And we walk towards to parking lot.

"Holy crap!" I say staring at his car. 1989 camaro. "Yup. My grandfather passed it down to me in his will." Suddenly my heart sank. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know." I whisper. Michael ignores me and puts my bags in his trunk.
"Movies at my place?" he asks. I nod and smile. The car ride was rather quiet other than the strums of the rock band playing through the radio. "You don't talk much Princess." Michael says breaking the silence. "I know. I just don't have much to say." Michael shakes his head. "I haven't seen you in like six years and you don't have much to say?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Well, I don't know I just feel that people really don't care about what I have to say or want me to go on and on about everything." I said. I sure know that's true about Alex. He would always be the one to talk. "No. I want to know what you have to say. I want you to say what's on your mind." Michael states. "Look, I know you are having boyfriend problems and all, but don't let him suck the fun out of life." Michael was right. I needed to set things straight with Alex. "You know what. I'm breaking up with him!" I say with a confident tone. The car suddenly comes to a halt. "Jess, I never said break up with him. Just take a break from worrying that's all." Michael says while starting the car up again. I set my phone back down as the low rumble of the engine hummed me to sleep.

I felt my self being moved. It was a bumpy kind of move. Like a slow roller coaster almost. Then it stopped. I felt like I was being set down. I opened my eyes and blinked. Once. Twice. Three times until Michael's face hovered ove mine. "Mornin princess." he whispered. "or good night? It's not the morni-" "Shut up." I cutt him off an rolled over on his assumed to be bed. As I sat up I looked around the room examining the walls and little trinkets here and there. "Is this your room?" I asked. Michael nodded and smiled. "Like it? Designed it myself." His walls were midnight blue and he had a couple signed jerseys on his wall, along with some rather inappropriate posters of women. His bed was black and his bedside table was black also. In the opposite corner, he had an unsteady looking stool and an electric bass propped up next to it. "you still play?" I asked pointing toward it. When we were younger, Michael always wanted to be a "rockstar" and in a band. "Yeah actually. I've been giving lessons for extra cash." I stretch out my arms and stand up. "You should teach me." I say as I walk over to the guitar and pick it up. I bring it back to the bed and sit down with it. "Why? Do you even have a band?" he asked. I shake my head. "No, but I'd like to learn how to play. " I say. Michael just shrugs and grabs a shirt from his drawer. "Here. You'll need to change." he said handing it to me. I set the guitar aside and take his clothes with me to the bathroom.
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"You know I bought clothes at the mall that I can wear instead right?" I ask Michael as we sit on the couch watching modern family. "Yeah, but I wouldn't want you to ruin them. right when you get them." he says. "umm I don't quite get what you are saying." I mention, wanting him to explain. Michael slowly gets up and smashes his ice cream cone onto my shirt or his shirt. "FOOD FIGHT!"

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