Chelsea looked as though he'd just stunted everything she'd wanted to say. She stuttered a few times, but no actual words came out. He checked his phone and put it away again, raising his eyebrows at her.
"Well? You wanted to talk, I'm finished."
He waited for her to speak, and after winding herself up she finally came up with a response.
"You can't talk to me like that." She shook her head as Jay frowned.
"What?"
"No, you can't...why would you say those things Jay? I'm acting like a child? Are you kidding me?"
"Chelsea,"
"You're such an ass! How could you say things like that?!"
And for the next half an hour, the argument that occurred after Jay had said his peace gave him exactly the answer he was looking for. Chelsea was nothing but a child, and didn't know how to handle any discussion that indicated that she might have been the one with the problem. Her tantrum wore Jay down; he was beginning to see just how immature she was.
Lennox is more mature than you. He thought. And she's 16.
He reluctantly dragged his thoughts back to Chelsea. By this point, he wasn't even responding to her- his mind had wandered into a gray area, where for some reason, he was comparing Chelsea to Lennox in ways that morally he shouldn't have even been considering.
"Jay! Are you even listening to me? Look at me!"
She managed to get his attention, but it was momentary as his phone went off in his pocket.
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What Lies Beneath The Clearing
FantasyAt just 7 years old, Lennox Rosewood suffers the most tragic experience possible - losing her mother. A day of exploring the mysterious Evergreen Forest turned out to be the last time Evelyn Rosewood would ever be seen again. After 9 years of follow...
