Off Limits

Chapter 22

Jamie's POV

Great. Today's the day. I'm officially 18. Time has gone by really slow. I can't believe that I had gotten in a huge fight with my brother, watched my ex-boyfriend get the shit kicked out of him, hook up with his best friend, only to have his ass beat, just to go out shopping to see my brother, and have my ex get his ass beaten again, all in a matter of 6 days. I need major therapy.

My thoughts were interrupted by my 2 favorite people walking into the room.

"HEY JAY YOU'RE LEGAL!!! LET'S GO GET FUCKED UP!!" They say at the same time. It amazes me how they don't realize I have to be 21 to go out, not 18. I get up and give them both a hug. 

"Thanks guys. It means a lot especially with all I've been going through lately. I can't believe how much of a homie hopper I am." I sniffle at my last words. It's true. I went from one boy to his best friend in a week--less than a week.

"Hey jay," Gilinsky says in return, "you're not a 'homie hopper'" he puts that phrase in finger quotes. "It's just complicated. That's all. It's not like you slept with Nate anyways. He wouldn't have fun with that."

"What the fuck!" Johnson yell-whispered to G. He took a step back and pulled G with him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" My breath hitched in my throat.

"Umm, Jay?" Johnson finally came out after moments of silence. "Nate said you were just something to have fun with. He never really---cared. I guess you can say that."

"What? So, I had sex with him thinking he actually loved me just to find out that he wanted me for his pleasure?!" My voice increasing with every word. "So I go to find out that I wasted all this time where I could be at home with Sam actUALLY BEING WITH SOMEONE WHO CARED ABOUT ME OVER SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME FOR SEX!!!!!" I screamed. They held there ears at the sound of my voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry jay." g says. He did ruin my day. "Sorry we ruined your birthday kiddo. My deepest apologies." Johnson says holding his heart.

"Get out." I mumble. They take a step closer

"Hey G didn't mean it--"

"GET OUT!" I yell. They slowly make their way out of the room and close the door. I go to my dresser and pull out the only thing that keeps me sane anymore. My song book. I write down lyrics and I sing along to my pain. I'm going to the studio. And nobody can stop me from explaining my anger.

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D R A M A    O R   D R A M A

SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE.

FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, IM GOING TO BE USING A SONG THAT WAS ALREADY MADE AND ILL TELL YOU THE SONG IN THE BEGINNING. THANKS FOR READING 🌷