Right my Wrongs

Chapter 30- It came at a price

                                                                          Ivy

After taking a long walk to clear my head and process the tumultuous events, I return to my dorm. The sound of Jason's loud snoring greets me as I enter. I move silently, careful not to disturb him, and retrieve a spare blanket from the cupboard. I make myself a makeshift bed on the floor—it's uncomfortable and chilly, but I'd rather endure that than sleep next to Jason

Lying there, I pull out my phone and decide to reach out to Spencer to see if he's still awake. His response comes almost instantly: "I couldn't sleep." He adds a sad emoji to his message.

"Why is that?"

Spencer replies, "I had too much coffee." Our conversation unfolds for about ten minutes, discussing various topics. Eventually, we bid each other goodnight, and I manage to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, a thin stream of sunlight filtering through the window wakes me up. I turn to face my bed and find Jason sitting upright with his eyes closed.

"Morning," I greet him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Where am I?" Jason mumbles, his hands finding their way to his throbbing head.

"You were quite drunk when you came to me yesterday. I brought you into my room, and as soon as you hit the bed, you passed out," I explain.

"Damn. This headache is killing me," Jason groans, massaging his temples.

"I'll make you some breakfast, and then you can take aspirin. It should help," I offer, getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen to cook some eggs and coffee for him.

"Thanks, babe," Jason says appreciatively as he takes the plate and coffee from my hands. I manage an awkward grin. "Come on, join me," he pats the bed, inviting me to sit beside him. I comply, nodding, and then fetch my own plate of scrambled eggs from the kitchen.

"Isn't this a bit strange?" Jason muses with enthusiasm as he takes a bite. "We've been together for half a year, and this is our first breakfast together like this. Maybe I should get wasted more often."

I chuckle nervously. "Perhaps."

I gather my courage, knowing it's now or never. "Jason, I—"

"Hold on a sec. I've got like ten missed calls from my mom." Jason stands abruptly, slipping on his shoes, pulling on his jacket, and giving me a distracted wave as he dials his phone and exits my room.

"Uh, okay. Goodbye, then," I manage, my words trailing off as Jason slams the door shut and hurries away. I sigh, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. It seems my attempt to end the love triangle will have to wait for another opportunity.