There's a nice blur between the hours of nine in the morning to whatever it is that woke my conscious now.
I'm smothered under blankets in my bed waiting for the fog in my head to die down, even after it forced me to a full slumber. James weed was alot more than Noelles, i mean i was three hits in before i couldn't open my eyes anymore. It was exactly what i needed and the cloudiness afterwards aided in the upcoming migraine.
There's this continuous bang going on in my dream that i'm not sure where it's coming from. But my stomach growl is also louder than the bang, and i thank the smoking for giving me the appetite to eat what my body didn't want to.
However the impending boom was my parents banging at the my bedroom to awake me. I jump out of bed in a hurry my skirt tangled in my legs and i have to make myself look well put before i even think of opening the door. But by the way they're knocking it's much more than just a sentimental talk.
I swing the wooden frame open, "What? What's going on?"
My dad glares down to me, "Are you serious? You don't hear that mess outside?"
I stare at him in confusion trying to listen a bit better. And what i thought was my stomach caving in was actually the sound of a very scrappy engine, an engine that i have naturally dulled out by now.
"What time is it?" I ask my dad, i begin looking for any sign of my belongings. My phone somewhere wrapped in blankets, i'm sure of it.
"It's one in the morning Charlie!" He shouts, "I've already tried to talk to him, i'm close to calling the police. Go deal with him."
I want to make a snappy comment back about how technically it's past ten so jack and i are on our weekly separate custody. I don't bother because i can't wrap my head around Jack being this loud and obnoxious so late in front of my house.
My dad watches me fumble around for my phone to at least call him, and a pair of slippers. As i push past him with my phone in hand i'm reading over the several and i mean several notifications i've gotten from Jack. As i step out the house the noise of Jacks car is ten times worse, and i wonder how none of the neighbors bothered to call the police either. My dad has probably speed dialed all of them for a notice so they don't think he's a bad neighbor.
Jack is waiting outside his car his hand wrapped around a bottle and the other dialing my number once again.
"Jack!" I shout over to him, I hold my phone out to show him that he can stop excessively calling, "Have you lost it? Do you know how late it is?"
I approach his car to at least turn down the music which didn't sound nice mixing with the roar of his shitty engine.
"Did you fuck Johnson?"
I immediately stall in my position as if the words just slapped me across the face. I mean if words left a mark then this surely stung.
"Excuse me?" I dread asking him to repeat himself because i'm sure i heard it correctly the first time.
"did you fuck Johnson last weekend Charlotte?" He questions again.
I stare across to him and the terrible sentence he just spit out to me. The question fumbles in my empty head, i don't understand why he would be asking that? Who did he speak to?
For a reason i'm offended, "Why are you asking me that?"
"Because i need you to tell me that what i'm hearing isn't true."
"And what are you hearing?"
He chuckles a bit as if he was waiting for that question, "I don't know something about skipping school and flat tire. I'm more interested in what happened during the flat tire it seems to be everyone's favorite part of the story."
My stomach swallows itself , this is not how he finds out, my hands touch my covered arms, "Nothing happened."
He laughs again this time directly at me, I glare at him worried by his reaction.
"I didn't have sex with him."
"Then what did you do?" He pushes, in my silence he crackles again, "You know Charlie there's a lot of things that people said you were, and I never believed them but this can't be all that you are, you can't keep doing this right?"
I stare at him in shock at his hurtful words, "Doing what?"
"The whole friend thing, right?" He questions, "Tell me you didn't have sex with him baby, i need you to tell me that."
My heart shatters as his voice bounces through my ears, "I didn't have sex with him Jack, but..."
"Christ," He interrupts, "Don't tell me you kissed him then?"
"He kissed me!" I shout, denying the accusations but the sudden reminder of all i went through with Johnson pulls onto something deeper in my heart.
Gilinsky's eyes harden at the excuse, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't..." I fight to keep my breathing intact, to defend my relationship, "It wasn't that easy Jack."
"And this is easier!?" He shouts back to me, "Me finding out through people i don't even fucking know makes the blow less harder since you've been here before, you'd know right?"
"I was just scared to tell you..."
He nods his head and im not sure if it's on understanding or agreement, that i indeed should be scared to speak to him. Because i can't get the words out fast enough, i can't say anything that won't break me even more. I mean how do i know i'm not still dreaming and this was all apart of my weed induced coma. There's not any silence with our voices, and the engine, and the music. In fact i finally notice them again now that we're not speaking.
I open my month to say anything, to hurt Johnson's character.
Jack rolls his eyes, "Now i'm back to summer fuck buddy while you and Johnson get to be the West Reunions poster couple."
He shrugs me off deciding on the last sip of his bottle before throwing the bottle into the sidewalk in front of my house. It shatter onto the dry concrete as he reaches through his passengers window to turn off the music. I'm not sure to follow him or not, we're outside of my house yelling about sex and adultery - i would at least like to keep this round away from my parents.
"I didn't have sex with him!" I tell him again.
He doesn't bother to give me his attention anymore, "Maybe not. But somehow you kissing burns a lot more."
"It wasn't that kind of kiss jack," I attempt to reason.
He laughs to himself, "I don't really want to know the details. I'm just sure your dad will be happy hear me gone."
Gone?
My face screws in confused annoyance from him actively ignoring me like he's been this entire week and a half, "What do you mean, gone?"
Jack shuffles around to the drivers side of the car.
I approach the raggedy metal box, he stalls in his position before ultimately deciding to slide into the seat. I'm not sure if that answered my question or not but hearing his shitty car pull felt like an irreversible answer.
