𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐕. 𝐄𝐱

Me, Belly, Jeremiah, and Taylor arrive at Nicole's party. When I walk inside I am immediately overwhelmed with the scent of alcohol. I need some. After we greet Nicole I walk straight over to the booze table a grab a seltzer. I don't really wanna be here, but Belly wanted me to come so I'm trying my best not to leave immediately. I walk around the house and say hi to everyone I know.

All of a sudden I hear singing from the living room. I turn around and see a golden brown haired boy and a black haired boy with their arms around each other singing into microphones. Is that Jeremiah and Cam? I see Belly get up off the couch and storm to the hallway where I am. "Can you handle them?" she asks me. "Uh sure," I say as I slowly start walking towards them. I tap Jeremiah on the shoulder. "Lily!" he yells. He grabs me and puts the microphone up to my face. You know what? Fuck it.

I start singing into the microphone and laughing. When we're done I'm tired from all the dancing. I sit down on the couch in front of us and Jeremiah sits beside me. "You know I was dreading this party, but I'm actually having fun," I tell him. "Thanks to me," he says smiling. I roll my eyes jokingly. I look up and see someone in the hall walking towards us. Ethan Thomas. My ex boyfriend. He is walking this way.

"Quick. Act like you're my boyfriend," I tell Jeremiah. "What?" he asks with a slight smile on his face. "Just do it," I rush to tell him. "Hey Lily," I hear a voice in front of me say. Fuck. Before I can respond my lips are cutoff. Jeremiah grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss. Not just a kiss, a make out. I lean into it to try and make Ethan leave but it doesn't work. After a few seconds I finally pull away. I look up at Ethan, "Oh hi, didn't see ya there," I say with a fake smile. "Yeah," he scoffs.

"This your new boyfriend?" he asks. "Uh," I can't make out a full sentence before Jeremiah speaks up. "Yeah," he stands up and puts his hand out for Ethan to shake. "Jeremiah Fisher," he says. Ethan doesn't take his hand. "I'm Ethan," he says. "Me and Lily go way back," he smiles at me. I stand up and don't smile back. "Yeah like 2 years," I say to Jeremiah. "Who are you?" Jeremiah asks. "Her ex boyfriend," he says. Jeremiah nods his head in response. "Well you should get going, I think me and Jeremiah were just about to leave," I tell Ethan. I see a smirk creep on his face. "So soon? Stay and hangout with me," he begs. "No I need to get going," I say as I start to walk away.

I feel someone squeeze my wrist, "Stay." Ethan says seriously. "Let go of me!" I yell trying to get out of his grip. "C'mon you know you want to," he says not even loosening his hand. "She said no," Jeremiah sternly says to him. "She wants to stay," Ethan says. "No the fuck she doesn't," Jeremiah says right before he shoves Ethan and his hand slips off my wrist but not without a fight. I get jerked forward with him and fall to the ground. Jeremiah hurriedly grabs my waist to pick me
up. "Are you okay Lily?" he says cupping my face with one hand.

"Uh yeah, but holy fuck my wrist hurts," I look down at my bruised wrist that has 5 finger imprints on it. When I fell I had landed on my wrist first. I hold my wrist to my chest trying to hold back tears. "I think he broke it, fuck I gotta get you to the hospital," he says. "No it's fine," I say. Before Jeremiah can respond he's met with a fist to his face. He doesn't even stumble. He quickly wipes his face before he grabs Ethan's collar and socks him three times in the cheek. When Jeremiah let's go Ethan stumbles backwards into the floor. "What an asshole," Jeremiah says before putting a hand on my back to lead me out the door.

He opens the door to his jeep for me and holds my hand to help me get inside without using my wrist. He gets in on the other side and starts the car. "Just take me home please," I tell him just wanting tonight to be over. "No Lily. We are going to the hospital I'm not gonna let you spend the rest of the night with a possibly broken wrist," he says. "I don't think it's broken," I say. "Look at it," he says and points. I look down and the bruising has already gotten worse. It's turning black and blue. "Okay maybe I need to go to the hospital," I say. "Alright," he says before pulling out of the driveway.

We sit in silence on the way there. It's not comfortable but it's not uncomfortable. More like we are both processing what just happened. I make sure to text my mom to meet me at the hospital so that I have a guardian there. I tell her that I tripped and fell. I don't want her to murder someone. "So why'd you and Ethan break up? Well I mean I can tell he's an absolute jerk, but like what was the reason in the first place," Jeremiah asks me while he looks right at me. God his eyes.

"Oh my god are you okay?" he asks as he notices that I'm trying my hardest to hold back tears. "My wrist just really fucking hurts," I say wiping my eyes. "You don't have to answer my question I didn't know it hurt that bad I'm sorry," he says looking back at the road. I take a deep breath and wipe the tears one more time so I can talk without crying.

"No you're fine you have nothing to be sorry for. You literally just saved my ass in there. But about Ethan. It's a really long story but we used to be friends when we were little, he moved away and I made a new best friend. Her name was cecelia. He moved back here our freshman year and we got really close and he ended up asking me out and I said yes because I had kinda always liked him. We dated for like 2 years almost. He was never physically abusive towards me like he was today but he was mentally. He would hang out with other girls and I would have people telling me straight up that he was cheating on me. He would always gaslight me and tell me I'm crazy until one day I went to Cecelia's house to surprise her for her birthday and I found them making out in her bedroom. And that happened like, 3 months ago," I say. I don't really have any emotion explaining this to Jeremiah because I'm so numb.

He switches his eyes between me and the road the whole time to show me that he's listening. "That's so fucked up. You deserve so much better than that. A better boyfriend and a better best friend," he says scoffing. "I'm glad you broke up with him," he tells me. "Me too," I whisper.
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author's note: fun fact, 2 weeks after writing this i broke my wrist