Second Choices ✨

Chapter 28: The wakeup call

Mike, Norah, Jet's POV
*Play: Candles- Daughter*

Norah and Jet sat quietly in Norah's room. Jet laid sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as Norah rolled around in a rolly chair, filling the room with dull squeaking of wheels. The two had just finished up their homework, which left them with nothing else to do. Jet tugged at the bandages on his arm that he had recently changed out for clean ones. Norah dragged herself out of her chair as a slight rumble shook the house. "Sounds like there's a storm coming." She said, leaning against the window seal.

Jet sat up and looked out the window just as the rain started to come down in a drizzle, creating a slight tapping noise on the glass. "Mhm, it's about to start pouring. Just look at those clouds." Jet mumbled, messing around with his hair. Norah nodded in agreement. "They look like dust storms of ash, I didn't figure rain clouds could get that dark." She stated.

She walked back to her desk and threw herself back into her chair, leaning back and popping her spine against the backboard of it. "I know my brother went crazy and tried to kill us, but it gets really boring without him here." Norah blurted out. Jet groaned, "I hate that you're right," he said. "At least back in the cabin we had something to do." Norah shook her head. "That's a sad thought, don't think that way Jet" She said. Jet simply shrugged in reply. "It's the way I feel, I sorta miss him." he mumbled, a bit embarrassed. "Jet." she spoke numbly, "He tried to fucking kill you, theres no way you're missing him right now."

Jet frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen I.." he trailed off as he heard tapping on the window. "Hey, did you hear that?" he questioned. Norah quickly shut him down. "Dont change the subject, we're talking about a murderer here-" "No, I'm serious!" Jet shouted, "I hear something". Norah rolled her eyes and turned around to face Jet. "It's probably just the wind." she mumbled. Jet sprung off the bed and stumbled towards the window and looked around, spotting nothing but pouring rain.

"I guess you were right" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned back around to Norah, he stared at her as her eyes widened. "Norah? What the hell are you lookin-" before he could finish, he heard the window slam open and feet stomping behind him.

Suddenly he felt hands on his back pushing him down to the ground and before Jet knew what was happening his cheek was smashed into the ground as someone sat on top of him. "Don't scream, it's just me." The voice said. "Mike?!" Norah questioned. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Mike shook his head and patted Jet on the back. "I'm here to see him, and you too, I guess. Besides the point, how's your arm?" Mike asked Jet like nothing ever happened.

"It's fine, but get the hell off me!" Jet grunted and reached back shove Mike, who reluctantly got off of him. Jet and Mike stared at each other for a while, both sort of frowning. "Fucking weirdo" Jet mumbled, getting up off the floor and dusting himself off as he cupped his shoulder. "Jesus, how bad did you get hurt?" Mike questioned, reaching over towards Jet's bandages. "Don't touch!" Jet shouted as he slapped Mike's hand away. Mike rolled his eyes. "Just as feisty as always" he mumbled.

Norah got up from being silent then said "Mike are you forgetting you are the one who stabbed him?, you also kidnaped me and him and put us through hell that night! So dont be acting all fucking sweet- and shit because you have been on the run from the police, im not afraid to go get and get andrew, i dont fucking forgive you for stabbing Jetson" she spat then throwing herself onto her bed feeling angry and confused.

"He's not yours to forgive Norah." Jet said, looking at the floor. "He hurt me, not you, it doesn't matter if you forgive him." Norah looked at him, sighing and then turning to mike and saying "Jet has a point but I'm not forgiving you, you lost my trust" she said then flopping back onto her bed. Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "Look," he started "I'm sorry, it's a long story that's hard to explain. I didn't mean to hurt either of you." Norah was silent but then blurted out "Who told you about the stalker? Was your motive to join and try to kill Jetson?" she questioned.

Mike scoffed and crossed his arms. "Ever think of what would've happened if I didn't listen to that asshole? You didn't, did you?" Mike spat. Norah got up. "Look, do you know anyone who could be working with the stalker? You were his "partner in crime" for a little bit so you never know, was there someone who we knew in the group who was working with you to try and kill us? And no, I didn't think of it" she said.

"You never do Norah. You were too focused on yourself to see that I was just as much of a victim as you were. And I don't have a damn clue who else works for the guy" Mike huffed. Norah would raise her voice a bit. "I'm not afraid to go get Andrew and turn you into the police myself bitch, maybe i should just kill you right now" Norah would walk over but then jet would get in the middle of it.

"Don't you dare fucking touch him." Jet hissed, staring down at Norah. Mike looked just as shocked as Norah did, then a shit eating grin covered Mike's face and he stuck his tongue out at Norah. Norah said "Fine, i wont kill you since jets here, your lucky mike very fucking lucky right now. Thank your best friend, also you are on my shit list right now Mike, dont try any fucking funny bussines with jetson or i can plan your murder" she said sarcastically just to piss Mike off.

Jet scoffed and turned to Mike. "Why the hell are you here anyway?" he asked, poking Mike's chest with his finger. Norah would but in saying "Yeah why are you here dumbass?" she spat still angry. Mike glanced over at Norah before looking back at Jet, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He reached up and grabbed Jet's hand, interlocking their fingers. "Why such hostility? Thought you missed me sweetheart" he teased. Light red dusted Jet's cheeks. "That's.. That's not true, I could care less." Jet mumbled, embarrassed.