Just in time...

I'm sorry

Jecka paced the halls as she thought about the argument she just had with Nicole, her head in her hands as she anxiously anticipated if Nicole would ever speak to her again. "It's either me or your hostage friendships!" she says in a mocking voice repeating what she had said to Nicole during said argument. "Who says that to their friend?... ughh!" she responds to herself pausing in her pacing and pulling her hair stressed. 

Until she's interrupted by her therapist Ms. Aimes, who won't stop interrogating her about her history teacher (who she's dating because of some grade or whatever). Even though she's a therapist at this point it's harassment because of how much of a bother she's being. Jecka tries getting this bitch to shut up and leave but instead she continues and somehow starts convincing the girl to come back and finish their conversation about it because clearly she was suffering a lot. However, just before she can decide to come with her, Ms. Aimes reveals to a police officer who she informed about Jecka's situation with her teacher. "What the fuck you told someone!?" she lets out feeling even more anxious. 

Before the whole situation escalates she makes a run for it not in the mood to deal with this any further. As she sprints her mind starts racing with possibilities of what could or might have happened after that Ellen-watching bitch told the whole world about her situation. She runs even faster towards her house but then she pauses dead in her tracks, realising her dad probably found out and is going to actually kill her for this. She starts running even faster in the opposite direction. There's only one place she can call a safe haven now. Nicole's house. She feels so fucked up (And not the good kind). Her eyes stayed shut tightly throughout her beeline to Nicole's place, It was pouring as if the skies felt her pain. 

Finally she had made it to the house, she opened the door not too surprised it wasn't even locked. The girl was surprised to see the house so empty and silent, it was almost dreadful even if she did need a moment of peace to gather her thoughts. Arriving at Nicole's door, hesitating before she opened it wondering what to say after their fight, she wanted nothing more than to apologise and just talk with her. For some reason she felt the need to brace herself before opening her best friend's door, twisting the handle gently. 

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her best friend with a noose around her neck, She rushed inside "Nicole get down from there right now!... w-what the fuck no please!" she almost screams as she approaches her closer. Dreadful Tears moisturised her face as she choked out the words.

Suddenly she hears a croaky familiar voice "relax bitch.. I'm not dead just yet" The other black haired girl says gesturing to the stool still under her feet. The blonde haired girl lets out a relieved sigh clutching her chest. Her heart pounding painfully from the previous feelings of the situation. She inhaled before giving an angry look to her best friend, even more tears spilling out her eyes "t-then why the fuck were you making that face!?" She shouts her voice like a teenage boy going through puberty, full of voice cracks. "I was practising?" Nicole responds, almost questioning herself, as she gets down from the stool and removes the noose. Jecka doesn't even respond so fed up with Nicole's shit. 

She practically jumps on her causing Nicole to crash on her bed. Nicole looks down at the girl laying on top of her, trying to hold back her own tears and not show these ridiculous emotions she keeps feeling but she can't help the feeling of relief that Jecka interrupted her own suicide. She suddenly feels her body reaching out to hug Jecka back and she doesn't hold back more like she can't. She holds her tightly practically clinging to the girl. Jecka lifts her head up to face Nicole feeling her affectionate gesture, looking at the black haired girl's face just inches apart from her own she notices how red and puffy Nicole's eyes were. Nicole stares into the blonde's eyes feeling embarrassed by the corny shit they're doing right now, but she can't pull away. Jecka gulps before burying her face into the crook of Nicole's neck breaking the eye contact and the silence. 

"Nicole...why were you killing yourself?" Before she could respond Jecka started ranting "What would have happened if i got here later?", "Nicole i'm so sorry..". As the blonde spoke she tightened her hold on Nicole. Both girls inhaling each other's comforting scents as they lie on the bed. "It's okay..it was just overwhelming and I couldn't take it anymore." She opens up and then pauses, surprised she didn't respond with anything snarky for once. Hearing her words Jecka finally loosens her grip on Nicole and rolls next to her instead. Jecka and Nicole turn to face each other, Jecka cracking an exhausted smile. Seeing the blonde's smile Nicole let out an exhale she didn't know she'd been holding in.