Spare Heart

{17}

      "Took you ages to get it. I've been anxious the whole week." Justin snatched the piece of paper from my hands as I shook my wet hair like a dog. Being the difficult person I am I refused to have Gustav's phone number anywhere near my precious phone so old-fashioned way it is. I also refused to text Sasha but unfortunately I had to cave in on my wonderful ideology, as I had to contact her some way. In retrospect texting her was the better, much preferred, option. 

      "Sorry I didn't want to be seen with her in a school setting and I kind of, accidentally, not really accidentally, spent every single day after school at Tyler's cause I was trying to avoid talking to Sasha. So then I had to wait until the weekend."

      "You're such an asshole," he chuckled as he added the number to his contacts. 

      "Not really. If people saw me speaking to her in school and we weren't having a bitch fight they'd ask too many questions."

      "And why are you dripping all over the carpet?" 

      "Now you're asking too many questions," I sighed, pulling my wet t-shirt away from my flesh that it clung to when the rain soaked it, only to shiver from the gust of cold air that hit my bare stomach. I really should've worn a coat. I stood there, cold and awkward, as I waited for him to speak. I didn't want to sit my soaking frame on our fabric couches. 

      "Are you gonna answer me?"

      "I had to meet her outside in this random field near her area. People were out before it started raining and they had there dogs in their bags. What the actual fuck? That's how you know it's a rich area. I'm telling you Justin I don't think any sane person would put their dog in their bag," I rambled on thinking about the poor dogs. Honestly it was one of the most bizarre thing I'd ever seen and I'd seen a lot of weird shit in my seventeen years. One of them being Chantelle accidentally snorting ketamine in a shitty soundcloud rapper's basement who turned out to be our school counselor. Weird times man. Don't ask.

      "It's not a drug deal." With how discreet I was being it felt like it was. I wasn't used to such a perky Sasha, it scared me. It's been a while and she still hasn't gone back to her usual self. I think she might be broken. I'm not going to touch her but someone needs to put her in some rice or something. Her behaviour is not normal. She is the nose version of Voldemort. Why has she started to smile at me? I'm always worrying she's done something to me, like filled my locker with spiders or turned into a pyromaniac and set all my school work on fire but everything remains the same except for the wide grin on her face. Just the thought of her happy sends me into chills, and possible cardiac arrest. 

      "That dog probably has such a sad life," I continued as I flashed back to the dog stuffed into a bright pink Birkin. It wasn't one of them tiny dogs either, it was fairly large sized pug. That has to be illegal in some states. 

      "Jade! Focus!" Justin shouts broke me out of my reverie to focus on the more pressing matter. 

      "Oh yeah, I didn't particularly feel like seeing our father so I avoided her house and the field was the only option the brat could come up with." My nose scrunched up as the feeling of my jeans clinging to my thighs became more prominent. 

      "Well did you want to meet her in a church?" He said sarcastically, making me narrow my eyes at the traitor. 

      "Who's side are you on?" I huffed before going upstairs so I could finally get changed into something much more comfortable. 

      After watching hours of teen wolf and making an impromptu visit to Chantelle's grave in my bright blue dragon onesie I was entering my home, sneezing and coughing. I didn't know going out in the rain without a coat could actually make you poorly.