Switched (Jeremy Shada Fanfic)

~Chapter 6.5?~

Ok I have no idea what happened to part 2 of chapter 6 sooooo.... now I'm upset. I never wrote it down anywhere so UGH. Oh well. I'll try. AAAANNNNDDDD the chpater six that was posted was the bad draft. So I might make slight changes in this half a chapter. nothing major. ALright. Bye for now

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I padded over to my dresser to look for the perfect shirt. "So, are you going to take a shower or just get changed cause it's almost 1 and you still are-"

"UUUGGHHH!" Jeremy groaned, interrupting me.

I turned around, gripping the towel to my chest. "What?"

Jeremy was looking down at his phone, a frown plastered on his face. "Nothing."

I turned back to the dresser, still rummaging through clothing. "Is everything ok?"

"Um," he hesitated. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. My plans were just cancelled."

I laughed. "Poor little Jeremy has nothing to do on a Saturday. I guess you have to cry." He laughed nervously.

"Yeah. I guess. Well, now today is gonna be SO boring!" He flopped back on the bed, covering his face with a pillow.

"You know Jeremy, wouldn't it be fun to take a break once in a while? I mean, you're always doing something." I found my favorite shirt and tucked it under my arm to get my pants.

"Yeah, well maybe you should take a break too." He mumbled barely loud enough for me to hear.

"What do ya mean?" I asked walking to the closet. I started flipping through my many pants.

"Well, to start, not going out with that bastard Brady." He mumbled.

"He is not a bastard. What the hell are you talking about, Jeremy? What do you have against this kid?"

"He uses girls for what he wants. A toy. That's all you are to him. He and his girlfriend haven't broken up from what I heard. He's using you to make her jealous!" He ranted.

"Jeremy! That is so not true! Why would you say that!? Stop being such a bitch about this!"

"I'll stop being a bitch when you stop being a slut."

The room was silent. I didn't dare move. How was I a slut? Me and Brady were just going on a simple date, nothing more. Nothing was gonna happen. A single tear slipped out of my eye but I didn't turn around quite yet. I didn't want Jeremy to see how much he actually hurt me. I lifted my arm to grab the pants that were in front of me but it felt like lead. I pulled it off its hanger and walked over to the bathroom. I paused at the doorknob, ready to say something, but I stopped myself and turned the handle. I locked the door behind me so that nothing could penetrate my little room of happiness.

JEREMY'S POV

I knew I hurt her. I didn't want to. I didn't mean to. I was just so angry. At Brady. At the world. At everything. Everything but her. She never did anything wrong. I was just so upset because Brady texted me this morning.

hey man. u no gracelyn rite? wat does she like?

I replied:

a guy who is himself and doenst lie

Brady: i can be myself if u no wat i mean ;) u think i can get some tonite?

That's why I groaned. I never answered his text. I wasn't upset about some stupid plans. I needed to apologize to Gracelyn. I know. I heard the doorknob of the bathroom turning and I looked up to see Gracelyn in her favorite shirt and some skinny jeans. Wow. She looked amazing. I stood up.

"Gracie listen, about what I said-"

"I think you should leave." She whispered barely audible, looking at the ground.

"What? Gracelyn, I didn't-"

"I said I think you should leave." She said more forcefully, looking at me now.

I stared into her eyes, begging her to let me explain. All I saw was pure hurt and sadness. I sighed and picked up my bag from the floor. I walked over to the doorway of her room and paused at the frame. My fingers ran along the edges of the wood. "I'm sorry." I whispered before dashing downstairs and out the door. I hated myself. I hated that I made her feel so bad. I pushed open the front door of my house and sprinted up the stairs. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I locked the door of my room and threw everything down on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair and started pacing. How do I fix this? I have to stop Gracelyn from going on that date first of all. Grace would never listen now. I picked up my phone and dialed her number, hoping she would pick up. It went straight to voicemail.

I tried Brady. Riiiinngg. Riiiiinnngg. "Come on, pick up." I mumbled.

"Hello?"

"You can't go out with Grace." I said angrily.

"Oh hey Jeremy! What's up? Did you talk to Gracelyn? I think I'm getting-"

"Listen. You cannot and you will not touch her. Do you understand?" I ended the call and dialed Olivia's number. She would listen to me.

Riiinnng.

"Hello? Jeremy?" She picked up on the first ring.

"Olivia, you have to stop Gracelyn from going out with Brady."

She laughed into the phone. "Yeah, I don't think so. I'm not ruining this for her. This is her time to shine. Bye Jeremy."

"No! Wait, Olivia! You don't under-" I was cut off by the monotone beep signaling the end of the call. I tried my last hope.

Riiiinnng. Riiiinnng. Riiingg.RIiiiinnngg. I was about to lose hope that she wouldn't pick up when suddenly her groggy voice came through the phone. "Hullo?"

"Felicity, please help me." I cried into the phone, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Woah. Is everything alright? Is someone hurt?" She sounded more awake now.

"Can you please come over so I can explain? And no one is hurt. Yet."

"Yeah I'll be over in an hour. Are you ok?" She worriedly.

"Yeah, just........scared."

There was silence on the other line and I hung up.

I sat on my bed for the next hour, just thinking.

I heard a doorbell ring and Felicity let herself in. She came upstairs and I looked up when she threw her purse on the floor.

"You look a mess." She said sitting next to me.

"I know." I whispered looking down.

"You alright?"

I didn't answer.

"Is everything alright? Is something wrong?"

I took a deep breath."Grace is in trouble."