Jill's POV
• flashback /// also Jill's dream •
"Stop! You don't even know what you are talking about!" Rachel yells to me, throughout the house.
"We all have problems, Rachel!" I yell back.
"Yeah, we all have problems! But, that doesn't mean you tell the whole school them!" She yells back.
"It wasn't the whole school, Rachel." I say.
"Why do people come up to me then?" Rachel asks me.
"I-I have nobody to talk to.." I say, quietly.
"You are right. You don't. I'm done hearing your bull shit, Jill!" She says, sighing as she hits the counter. "God damn it, Jill. People don't need to know your problems 24/7."
I tear rolls down my cheek.
"What do you do when your good isn't good enough, Rachel? Tell me. What do you do?" I say, with a crack in my voice.
"You just need to work this out yourself, Jill. I'm tired of helping you." She says, leaving me.
- end of flashback • end of dream -
It was just a dream, but that memory still haunts me frequently. I never really understood why Rachel used to be mean to me. Sure, sisters fight. I get that. But, certainly not like that. That memory was I think a year before I was at my lowest. The lowest I have ever been. That's when my parents started fighting.
I guess you could say Rachel wanted to be the 'popular kid'. But, I don't even know why she tried. Cameron her ex, was popular enough. Actually the most popular at our school. It just never occurred to me why she acted that way. Because that memory still haunts me.
I jolt my head up. I wake up not in my bed, not even in my room. Then I remembered the arms wrapped around my waist at this exact moment. I fell asleep last night talking to Hayes. Every time I would move, his grip would tighten. Not hurting me, of course. In a comfortable way. I felt protected.
Last night ended in tears. Not sad tears. Happy tears. I got a lot off my chest. I just know at the bottom of my heart I can say anything to Hayes and I won't ever be judged. That's a good feeling. A feeling I've never experienced in my life.. All I remember was laying my head on his chest as he played with my hair. In a friend way, of course. We always have sleepovers. Hayes doesn't like me. I need to accept that and try to move on. But, it's gonna be hard.
My dad comes back Tuesday. It's Sunday. I'm comfronting him that I wanna be friends with Hayes. If he can't accept that, I'm done. I can move in with my close Aunt that lives only a few miles from here.
I try to get out of Hayes' grip once again, even if I didn't want to. As cliché as it sounds, I felt safe in his arms. I soon gave up, trying to get out of his grip, so I decided to wake him up.
I put my hand through his hair as I try to wake him up.
"Hayes, wake up." I say, whispering.
His crystal blue eyes fluttered open. He looked at me in the eyes.
"Good morning," he says, with his raspy voice.
I'd be lying if I said that wasn't hot. So instead, I replied with a 'good morning' back.
"Hayes, come on. Let's get up. I think your mom is making breakfast." I say.
He turns and checks the time.
