Depressed

six

Jason woke up to his phone ringing.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the call would pass.

It ended, but started up again.

"Dammit!" He cursed and rubbed his eyes, checking the time.

It was two thirty a.m.

"Who calls this early, goddamn!" He muttered as he grabbed his phone.

The caller ID was his latest ex. Jessica Maxwell.

"Shit," he said as he debated whether to answer the call or not.

Finally, he decided to answer it because he was in shallow waters with Jessica. He had a feeling Jessica would do anything, and he meant anything, to win him back.

"Hello?" Jason said into his phone, pretending he didn't know the caller.

"Oh, don't hello me you goddamn bastard! I called you a million fucking times! You didn't bother to answer them one bit! You're such a dick!" She screamed into the phone.

Jason already had a headache from her nasal whiny voice. "Jessica, did you call me just to yell at me? Because if you did, then I'm about to hang up on you. You just wasted three minutes of my amazing sleep."

Jessica sneered. "As if sleep is better than me."

"Actually, it is."

Jessica growled. "Alright that's it, Jason! I've had enough of your bullshit! Why did you breakup with me? Any guy would love to be in your spot! Hell, some guys are probably dreaming of me naked!"

Jason rolled his eyes. Once a slut, always a slut, he thought to himself.

"Look Jessica," he said calmly. "You just aren't the one for me. I mean you flirted with other guys right in front of me. I just thought you weren't interested."

I could her Jessica's faux sobs coming from the other line. "Jason..." She purred. "I-I just wanted you to get jealous....."

Jason shook her head. "Jessica, I didn't really feel anything during--"

Jessica's shrill voice scared the piss out of him. "How could you say that? HOW. COULD. YOU. SAY. THAT?! Our sex.....oh my god....it was meaningful! I felt you come inside of me--"

"Actually that was you, and we fucked. Not sex--"

"--how could you say that didn't mean anything? You are a fucking man-whore, Mister Reed. You disgust me!"

"You disgust me too!" I spat. "You're a fucking whore who doesn't give a fucking shit about love! I betcha that this is the longest relationship you've ever had with any other guy. Calling me a man whore, at least I didn't fuck half the girls in this school! I bet you let every dude in West stick their dick inside of you! You're messed up! You're a fucking whore, so before you go telling me I'm a fuckboy, go change you're fucking ways!"

And I ended the call. I was so pissed that I was breathing. Hard.

I fell asleep, dreaming about the girl that was in the back of my mind. Was.

Hailey. And I needed to know who she was.

-

As the bell rang for second period, Jason dreaded what would happen next. He had finally showed up at West after a week of ditching. Many of his teachers were surprised, but his friends knew better.

The bad thing was he had language arts with Jessica.

Shit, he thought to himself. He saw Jessica walking around the halls, wearing her shimmering crop top that hugged the top part of her curves and acid washed jeans. Her belly ring was glowing in the midst, and many guys had their eyes on her. When their eyes met, she scowled at Jason. He smiled. He was finally rid of her.