~Part 11 ~
Shit... Shit shit shit... I craned my neck over the side of the building and peered down to were the bottle of vodka had shattered. Jenna was looking around her hands on her hips, her face bright red with anger. "WHO THE FLYING FUCK THROWS VODKA AT TWO GIRLS??? GET YOUR CUNT ASS OVER HERE I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" I rolled my eyes at the tiny girl and relaxed slightly. Jenna was just so fucking adorable sometimes. That new girl stood beside her. Her hand clutched to her chest. How the hell had she managed to cut her hand like that?
"Oh my god did you get cut?" Jenna asked. Worry flooded her voice.
"It's nothing. Really it isn't. I was just trying to pick up the glass." I could hardly hear her from way up on the roof. But I managed to make out most of what she was saying.
Jenna eventually gave up on trying to find who had thrown the bottle at them and stormed back into the dorm building. I was waiting for Hadley to follow her. But she didn't. Instead she stood out in the snow. Staring at the cold ground as her own blood dripped onto the concrete. Then suddenly she looked up and right into my face. I tried ducking out of her view but it was already too late. She had already seen me.
I waited a few moments. My face pressed against the cold snow. I finally mustered up enough courage to look of over the side of the ledge again. But this time she was gone. A trail if footprints led back into the building. I sighed with relief and sat back down in my usual spot on the edge of the building.
My legs dangled precariously, but I liked the weightless feeling it gave me. I smiled to myself. Not minding how cold I felt, and how numb my body was from the alcohol. It felt nice for once. Not giving two fucks about anything.
I closed my eyes and sighed outwardly. My breath warming my freezing face. I lifted my arms so they were outstretched beside me. I felt unbalanced and edgy with the way I would sometimes tip forward a little too much and almost go over the side. I was completely relaxed. Until I was tugged backwards by the hood of my sweatshirt.
My back hit the roof top and I was too stunned to move. "What the hell are you doing?!" I recognized the brown eyes that were staring into my face. They were covered in thick black eyeliner and they were brimmed with tears. My mouth was slightly a gape.
"What do you mean?" I asked slightly shook up. "You were going to jump! You fucking idiot suicide is never the answer!" Her tiny hands were gripping my hoodie so tightly that I thought she was going to tear it right off of me. "You... Thought I was going to jump?" My tone was slightly annoyed. "Well... Yeah I mean you were weren't you?"
I rolled my eyes and shoved her away from me. "No. Don't be stupid I do this all the fucking time." She was biting her lip nervously and she had her hands clasped together like he thought I was going to punch her or something.
"Sorry it just looked like you were going to..." She trailed off as I rolled my eyes at her. "Well I wasn't. So the next time you decide to throw a person onto the concrete you should think twice about it." I spat. "Not to mention someone who saved your ass earlier." I said reminding her of how I had rescued her from those girls in the bathroom before.
"Sorry..." She mumbled. I couldn't tell if her cheeks were red from the cold, or from embarrassment. I shrugged and smiled slightly "Nah it's cool. I know you had good intentions." I looked down at the ground below me which was about nine stories up. That was enough to kill right? A nine story fall would definitely do some damage. I was pondering it for a moment and I suddenly forgot the black haired girl was still behind me. Until she spoke in a voice that was barley audible. "M-mind if I sit?" She asked softly. I looked at her for a moment. A quizzical look plastered on my face. Finally I nodded at patted the spot next to me. She looked sort of uneasy as she carefully sat down beside me. I smirked at her obvious fear of heights.
"Um so I'm Hadley."
"Yeah I know you told me."
"Oh..." She said awkwardly. The blush returning to her cheeks as bright as ever. Maybe she want as bad as I thought she was.

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