I wake up in Jimmy's bed, with his hoodie on and Mike laying beside me.
I sit up and look around, Mike rolls over and looks at me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Well, I can breathe now," I lay back down.
"Me and Jimmy had a look, I think the worst you'll get from that is a bruise."
I nod.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me gently into him.
My eyes flutter closed and I take in his fresh minty scent.
I kiss his nose and open my eyes again.
He's flustered, "Leave your boyfriend y/n."
I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand.
"Okay," I take in a deep breath and position the phone so we can both see the screen.
Me: Hey Brett, I dont think we're working out... maybe we shouldn't see eachother for a while.
I look up at Mike, he smiles at me gently and pats my head.
Him: you don't have a say in this, I'm not letting you break up with me. Plus you'll never find someone to love you. you're lucky to even be dating me.
I leave him on read.
"Thats bullshit," Mike rests his hand under my chin, "You're the most lovable person I know."
He slowly leans in and kisses me gently, his soft lips pressed against mine feels so right but also so wrong.
We're interuppted by Jimmy entering the room.
I pull away from Mike, and make eye contact with Jimmy.
"I-" He looks away quickly, "I'm sorry, I'll go," he scurries out of the room.
I turn to Mike, "is he okay?"
"He'll be fine."
"I'm going to go check on him."
I push myself out of bed, despite the pain im in.
I meet Jimmy in the hall way, his knees are curled up to his chest, and his face in his palms.
"Hey," I sit beside him and rest a hand on his shoulder.
He pulls it away and lifts his head.
"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be it's fine," he cuts me off.
"Jimmy-"
"I said it's fine, I mean its obvious you like him more than me," he starts to snap.
"I-"
"I mean I kiss you, you tell me no because you have a boyfriend," he gets up and rests his hands on the wall infront of him.
"But then you kiss Mike, in my fucking bed? Wheres the logic?"
He spins around, "I don't fucking understand you!"
He yells and puts his fist through the wall.
I didn't even realize I was crying until I started bawling, my chest tied in a tight knot, cutting off my ability to breath properly.
"Y/n..," his whole demeiner softens.
My hands shake and I don't move, I just keep my eye's on the floor infront of me.
"I'm sorry," I look up at him, "I broke up with Brett. Mike kissed me and yes, I let him. But you have Amanda..."
He kneels down infront of me and raises his hand, I flinch, he rests the hand on the top of my head.
"I didn't mean to lose it..." he opens his mouth to continue,
I cut him off, "Please just take me home."
He sighs and stands up, "Okay."
After I arrive at home I lay in bed and cry even more.
I lift my sleeve and wipe the tears, I realizse I'm still wearing Jimmy's hoodie.
It's a sex pistols sweater, with multiple patches and saftey pins attached.
I head downstairs and see my mom sitting at the table with a beer.
"Hey," I jump up on the counter, "You're drinking."
"Yeah. I am y/n, it's the only fucking way I can deal with you.
"Ditto," I grab a bottle from the box on the counter and crack it open.
"Thats mine." She glares at me.
I dig a fiver out of my pocket and tuck it into the box.
"Mom,"
"What?" Her nasty tone burns my ears.
"Can I do your makeup?"
Her face morphs from annoyence to confusion.
"Yes?"
I run upstairs an grab all my makeup stuff.
I fix her eybrows and give her some subtle eyeshadow, explaining to her everything I'm doing.
"You're done, go look."
She stands up and looks in the mirror.
"This looks really good."
"See, go natural, it suits you."
She comes up to hug me but freezes. She makes direct eye contact and furrows her eyebrows.
"Why are your pupils so dilated?"
I start to panic, "I dunno,"
"Bullshit."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"You're on drugs aren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cocaine. You don't think I'm stupid, do you? I used to do coke. You went and snorted lines with your homies?"
"No, Mom, I swear."
She clicks her tongue before speaking, "you're a fucking brat, go to your room, and take that ugly fucking hoodie off."
I go upstairs and ram my hands in the front pocket of the hoodie.
I'm suprised by a little baggy in there, more coke.
I smile devilishly and lock my door.
