summary: Y/n got rejected by Jade, that would be the end of the story if it wasn't for the second thoughts.
contains: -smut -swearing
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I'm so out of breath. I have my head rested on the back of my car seat, panting with my hand over my mouth. I don't know why going on the fastest, longest run ever would fix any of my problems -maybe I thought if I ran enough I would eventually die there on a random countryside pathway.
I need to pull myself together. A simple rejection has dug up my suicidal thoughts back from twenty-sixteen. My breathing calms down, I bring my legs up onto the chair and rest my head on my knees letting out a loud groan only I can hear from inside the vehicle. Maybe I'm still drunk from last night, that might be why I decided to run instead of chucking myself off a bridge. The clock reads 9:45am, why the fuck am I awake?
The engine starts up with a click of a button and I'm driving out of the parking space going down the motorway back to the centre of south shields. Jade is back here more than usual now, my narcissistic ass thought it was because of me, but obviously not. That rejection was a real smack in the face, even worse, it's like when one of your mates kicks the back of your knee in so you fold onto the ground like one of those chairs and everyone is their looking and laughing, but it's not funny to you what so ever. Maybe that's overdramatic too. Nobody was there to judge me being rejected by a stunning woman like Jade, just me and my own thoughts, but when all you've done is put yourself down for years, it's even worse than a group of people.
Shakily I plug my phone into my car and resume the playlist I was running to, I'm back to having a death-wish, I'm a bad driver as it is even when I'm not occupied with my phone. I look alright in the rear mirror, which I didn't expect. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail with my edges covering parts of my forehead, I didn't put on make-up, I would've sweated it off anyway. Jade said I look cute without it ( -that has stuck with me from my last birthday).
A couple long streets down and I pull up to my flat, parking my car into a side street, picking up my things and getting out my car. I don't put my earphones back in, but I focus on my phone the whole way up to my room, making me trip up the stairs up to the third floor. A couple people are around, nobody i recognise, but for some reason I feel like they know my whole story, it's a story with many gaps, but fitting it all together it's easy to realise why I've got the worst attachment issues amongst my few friends.
As I reach my floor, I take out my key card and put my phone away. I walk past the elevators, passing a few people with harsh geordie accents, it reminds me of Jades, but it was far from my own. People from the north-west of England don't have geordie accents, so I should stop calling it that, it feels like that region doesn't exist to most people, so we don't have an a name for the accent.
"Oh- Y/n!"
I'm startled to hear my name, but I stop in my tracks and turn around, my heart dropping to my ass when the one I was just thinking about is stood their. She walks towards me, I feel sick. Her hair is down and tucked behind her ear on one side, I try to focus on that and not the brown tank top she wore, which I recognised from the picnic date we had - that's what she called it, and luckily I wasn't that into her at the time so I didn't freak out at the word 'date' and didn't go.
