Complicated

Confrontations

1385 words... Buckle up, this one's a long one
TW- yelling and vomiting but nothing graphic.
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Jays POV

I walked into the apartment to see Isabelle sitting at the table eating.

"I'm home" I said, leaving my keys at the door before closing it.

"Hey!" Isabelle said, smiling at me.

"Whatcha' eating?"

"Some pasta I didn't finish at school today" she said, showing me the container.

"Sounds nice, is there anything for me in the fridge?"

"Your fridge is a desert, Im pretty sure we'll be having tumbleweeds for breakfast tomorrow" she replied, her features amused as she did so.

"Hilarious" I stuck my tongue out playfully at her before calling to order some food. "do you want anything?" I asked her

"I'm good thanks" she smiled at me again.

I finished ordering food before remembering what i wanted to speak to Isabelle about. I contemplated the situation.

If i'm being honest, I'd take Haileys word over Isabelle's, but why would she lie about Hailey being sick? She doesn't just do things without reason, so there has to be some explanation.

I must've gotten lost in thought for a while because before i knew it, i startled as the doorbell rang, signaling me that the food i had ordered was here.

"Wow you're alive, I thought you had died standing and I had to make a very weird call to 911" Isabelle's voice said, as i turned to glare at her only to be met by one of her playful smiles before sticking her tongue out at me.

I replied with the same childish manner before I turned to get the door. I opened to reveal a woman who looked about my age. When she saw me her expression turned into a smile before reaching into her pocket and pulled out a note with, i assumed was, her number written on it and stuck it to my order bag. Seriously?

She winked at me and told me my amount to pay. I quickly gave her the money before shutting the door, hopefully she took that as a sign to keep the change. I turned around to Isabelle's yet again amused expression.

"There ya have it folks, looks like Jay Halstead hasn't lost his touch" she said, clearly having watched the whole moment i 'shared' with the delivery girl and finding it oh so amusing.

"Yeah yeah whatever you say" I said as I looked at my order

I threw one glance at the note with the phone number. Who keeps a sticky note with their phone number in their pocket? The brain functions in mysterious ways I guess. I ripped the note off before crumpling it in my hand and throwing it in the nearby trash can that was opposite the kitchen counter.

"Not even gonna give her a chance, oof" Isabelle's voice sounded again.

"I'm not looking for any relationships right now, especially not from delivery persons who have their phone numbers in their pockets" I replied quickly.

"Well someday you're gonna have to accept someone's number. Or you're gonna get all old and wrinkly and think back to these times" she got into a position that resembled an elderly with back problems. "'Oh, how i dread not accepting that woman's number, we could've had something' And I'm gonna have to hear that one for the rest of eternity"

"Seriously, you're just hilarious tonight aren't you?"

"Oh I know I am" she said before going back to her food and scrolling on her phone.