Between Logan and Jamie {complete}

Jamie: 8.

~My chapter again, start college tomorrow. EKKKK. Fun. Get my student I.D.

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“Take your tablets, Jamie.”

“But—” I started to protest as the my mother placed them down in front of me, an orange juice on the side.

“Take your tablets, please, Jamie.” My mom replied, sternly. Obviously not taking any negativity for an answer.

“Fine,” I grumbled, swallowing them.

Everyone was sat at the table for lunch; everyone except Fletcher, again. A moment ago, he had ran down the stairs and out of the front door, without having breakfast and without saying hello to anyone. He must have found his own way to school or caught the bus because when Brookleyn went to see if he was sitting outside, he was gone. That was when mom shoved the stupid pills in front of me.

“Is Fletcher still feeling ill?”

Brookleyn looked at me and I sighed, knowing I was the only one to answer for anyone. He wasn’t talking to anyone. Only me. But it was because of me that he stole in the first place, it was because of me that he’s sunk under a deep, dark cloud. A twang of guilt ran through me, and I looked away, down at my juice for a moment before Brookleyn cleared her throat.

“He’s still ill,” I replied, “he just wanted to go in early to tell the Coach he isn’t going to the football game at school today.”

My mom didn’t look convinced, until she saw the look in my eyes and mistook it. “Jamie, love, are you okay.”

I sighed and got up from the table, where everyone was silently eating. Wesley had gone for a run, but apart from that, everyone was accounted for, with the exception of Fletcher. It was annoying how everything was slowly changing. The kitchen used to have so much life. Everything used to have so much more life.

“Where are you going?” My mother asked, pushing herself up from her chair, as if she was about to offer her help. Help I didn’t need.

“To college,” I replied, grabbing my bag from behind my chair.

“Aren’t you going to wait until everyone’s finished?”

“No. I have coursework to do—”

“You should have done it last night,” Vincent replied, stuffing some coco pop’s into his mouth.

“Shut up,” I muttered before walking out of the room.

As soon as I left, my mother went on to ask how Vincent’s writing was going on. He worked in a supermarket, but really was a writer. He had an editor and everything, and a published book, but likes his old job, so stays there as well.

I sighed as I reached the front door, still in hearing distance of the kitchen, where everyone began to talk amongst and over each other. I hated having treatment like that, where everything was awkward around me and people didn’t know what to say to each other.

I shook my head. I was fine, I told myself.

I reached the college, walking there. It wasn’t far, and was nice to walk but my back ached a little.

Hadley was already there, sitting on the wall in-front of the college with a cup of coffee and paracetemol.  It was obvious that she had a hangover from Mason’s party last night.

“What a stupid waste of time last night was.” I mumbled, walking through to my locker.

Hadley followed behind me, still grumbling and holding her hand to her head. “Nuh-uh,” she replied, waggling her finger. “What a perfectly stupid time we had last night.”