indefinite love (jean x fem!reader)

twenty four

hey guys tysm for all the reads and all the comments!! they are so fun to read and see how relatable they are, but i wanted to let anyone know who keeps up regularly that this is the last chapter for awhile, since school is slowing me down so much, and i wanna stay focused.

i'm so sorry if it takes weeks, even months, but i hope you guys will understand. anyways, hope you like this one!!!

"Baby, you can't stay sulking in bed all-day everyday. I know he won't listen to you, but just forget about him for now, okay? He'll come back around."

God, oh you wished. You wished you actually didn't tell him to just 'forget about it, or wish you didn't get interrupted by Connies call. Maybe you should just blame it all on Connie.

"I hate it so much, I hate me so much, am I bad luck or something to be around? Like- everything bad happens to me and it's always when I'm around, what if it's all my fault? What if every single thing that's bad that happened in our lives is all my fault?"  you spoke fast, releasing your head from your pillow.

"Oh, don't say that. Seriously, nothing's your fault, you just get stuck in the wrong places." your mom tried to reassure you, her hand rested on her shoulder. "Now, why don't you invite Jonah or someone to come over? That should be fun." she tried cheering up the mood, hopping off of your bed.

No way. You didn't really want to sulk, yeah, but you just wanted Jean back. More than anything.

"You know, you're right, maybe I should go." you started, digging your head out from the pillow and immediately strutting to your bathroom.

You quickly got ready, knowing exactly where you were headed.

-

You knocked quietly on the door, scared you were actually doing this. He must think you're insane, since you're trying so hard to get something out of him and actually have the chance to explain what happened. Which in the whole situation, you were still stupidly clueless.

The door opened swiftly, as Jean's dull face appeared. His hand was rested against the side, the other still gripping onto the knob.
His expression got even duller and more aggravated when he saw your face.

He was in the same undershirt from yesterday, but now he wore sweatpants.
"What do you want." he said in a low tone with a straight face as his head tapped against the door.

"Look I need to talk to you about the whole thing, since you haven't picked up my calls and I—"

"There's a reason for that, you know," he said sternly, plainly getting more and more exasperated with each second you were in his presence.

You knew he would probably not listen to what you were saying if what Colt showed him was this bad.
"I don't even know what he showed you, if you would just let me explain.." you began, but were immediately cut off as your eyes trailed towards the back of the apartment.

On his seat by the kitchen sat a girl, and it didn't sound like anyone else was around. She turned to stare at you like she was disgusted at you as well.

Worst part, you had noticed the sweater she was wearing. It was his, from the night where your dad had passed and the one that Jean comforted you in. That didn't seem good, at all.

You didn't wanna let these stupid intrusive thoughts get to you, you didn't wanna think that there was anything going on between the random girl and Jean. But that's all the you thought about.
You wondered if they slept together, wonder if they kissed, if they flirted, if they did anything that you and him did. This isn't how you expected your evening to go.

"Hello?" Jean said, snapping in front of your face as you still stared into the distance.

"Who's uh, who is she?" you asked, switching your glances between Jean and the girl as your finger subtly pointed at her.