Ink Cursed

Chapter 11

Ink Cursed

Chapter 11

I’m not ready to tell Jared everything. I don’t even quite know what happened yesterday night myself. But I need to face Jared who’s honking outside the house for me. For some reason, I feel the urge to apply some makeup today.

“Bye, Dad!” I call, racing outside, my handbag falling from my shoulder.

Ever since the transfusion yesterday, I’ve never felt better. Waking up was better than ever before, and I felt like a wide awake deer, ready for life. I find myself skipping towards Jared’s car in a good mood.

“Morning, Jared,” I greet him, breathing out. His face is twisted somewhat.

“Care to explain what happened yesterday? Where the hell did you disappear to? I called you hundreds of times—”

“And I didn’t check my phone, now hush, and stop acting so possessive, Jared!” It seems like the happy mood can quickly alter into something nasty. Jared widens his eyes, as if I cursed his family.

“Sorry for being a good friend—now where were you last night?” he demands, not taking my words too much to heart.

“None of your business,” I spike back, turning my face from his. I’ve never spoken to Jared like this. It’s like I’m letting it all out. Jared doesn’t seem to like this very much.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

He doesn’t answer. At last, he starts the car and a wave of guilt pours over me, inundating me. He’s making me feel guilty for something I shouldn’t feel guilty for. He isn’t my father and it’s time he knows that.

When we reach Subway, Jared excuses himself outside and leaves me in the car. I look down at my hands and sigh into them, wondering how Jared makes me feel so bad. He seems to always have this affect on me.

But above all worries and thoughts, my brain is set on Chase. Everything about Chase seems very vivid in my head but at the same time vague. Like an answer written in incomprehensive scribbles. For some reason, I want more than anything to sit with him. To talk with him.

“Chase,” I whisper aloud, tasting his name on my tongue. “Chase.”

I start to sing his name in a spontaneous song. By the time I’m conscious of what I’m doing, I realize how stupid I am and almost blush.

Jared comes back into the car with two Subway plastic bags. Looks like we’re not having breakfast this morning.

“Thanks,” I thank him, receiving the bag holding my lunch from him. He doesn’t look at me as he does this. “Jared.” He turns on the car. “Jared, look at me,” I hiss.

“Yes, Kam?” Jared says in an annoyed tone. I look into his eyes, falling into the oceans swirling, pulling me into the mystical blue shades.

“Jared, don’t give me this.”

“Give you what?” he asks, looking back at the road.

“Jared—”

“You think I don’t get jealous?” I perk up at these words and look at him. He brings the car to the side, parking unprofessionally and rashly. I crease my eyebrows together. “You don’t think it hurts to see you with another guy?”

“—I’m not with Chase—”

“Not yet you’re not—but—Oh, God, sorry—” he curses at few times at himself, running his hands through his luscious blonde hair.  I pat him on the back, feeling him shaking a bit under my touch. Suddenly, his hands stop me from rubbing, and he looks into my eyes.