feel. → jacksepticeye

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warning: heavy mention of drug use

"I think you should delete her," I said casually, watching as Jack sent yet another stupid selfie to his new artist friend, Signe. 

He jerked his head back from his phone and looked at me incredulously. "What? Why would I do that?"

"Because, Jack, you're starting to become obsessed with her," I told him simply, staring daggers at him. "And that's not healthy."

"That's not true," he denied. "Is it making you jealous? Because you know that's-"

"No, Jack, I'm not jealous," I sighed raggedly, feeling the irritation start to trickle through my blood like thick honey, coating my veins and controlling my actions as my fingers curled into fists. "I just don't think you should talk to her anymore. I don't like her, whatever her name is."

"I- I can't believe you," he choked out, running a hand over his face. "Since when did you become so narcissistic?" Sean snapped.

I glanced down at my white-knuckled hands and took in a shaky breath, "what did you just call me?"

"I said you'd become narcissistic," Jack repeated. "There shouldn't be any problem with me talking to a girl- she's just my friend, Bryony. Calm down."

"Fuck if I know she's your friend, Jack," I spat back. "She could be your friendly neighbourhood whore for all I know. You're such a goddamn idiot. Don't you get it, Jack? All these girls want is your fame."

"What are you talkin-"

"And you love it, don't you, Jack?" I eyeballed him. "Oh, yes, you love it. All these girls pining after you like lost puppies, and you can just flick every single one of them off of you like a bug," I cooed, running a finger from his shoulder to his centre chest and tapping right over his heart. "You like having girls drool over you, don't you?"

"You're being ridiculous," Jack shook his head, taking my hands and pushing them off of his chest. "Signe isn't like that."

"Oh, is she not? Is she special, Jack? Isn't that sweet," I mocked him, my voice stinging like acid. "Give me your phone."

Jack frowned. "I'm not going to do that."

"What, do you have something to hide?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Give me your damn phone, Jack."

"No," he answered again. "You're not being very fair, nor logical, for that matter, so I think I have the right to keep my phone from you."

"Get out, then," I told him simply. Jack looked at me incredulously and threw his arms out at his sides in frustration.

"Really?" He scoffed. "Why're you being so childish-"

"Get out!" I screamed, grabbing him by his jumper and shoving him towards the door violently. My head twitched slightly and my fingers jerked, aching to curl around his throat.

His eyes widened at the realisation of my mental snap and he a grasp on my hand before I could push him again. "I'm not going anywhere. Bryony, I think you just need to calm down."

I felt all of my power centre in my being and I pushed it all out in my arms, forcing him backwards. It wasn't a feeble push, it held every ounce of strength I had and left me breathless as the contact was over. Sean stumbled backwards, his hand slipping from my arm as he hit the wall behind him and gripped the doorknob for support. Frowning in confusion and fear, Jack struggled before opening the door and leaving the room.

I raked my fingers through my hair before falling onto the sofa and digging my teeth into a plush pillow, screaming into it and holding back my anger by throwing it across the room and tugging at my scalp.

I pulled out my phone and punched in a number I'd become all too familiar with. 

"Waddup, Bryony? It's been a long time!" The cheery voice on the other end of the phone sounded.

"Sure. I need some of the good stuff, Amara. Go to the public pool and invite everyone you know," I told her. 

"Of course."

* * *

A couple hours later, I was sporting a strappy black crop top and high-waisted blue shorts. A little skimpier than what I was used to, but if Jack wanted to talk up Signe, then I was going to show off what he was missing out on. 

I sent him a quick snappy text,

Bryony: i'll be at the public pool if you've stopped being an asshole

And then I shut my phone off.

I arrived at the party, glad to see that the height of Amara's popularity had paid off once again. She was always able to throw kick-ass parties, but I suppose that's because she used to live in a hyperactive sorority back in America before coming to settle down in Ireland. There's just some things you can't leave behind.

"Bryony! Good to see you," Amara winked, popping a wad of blue bubble gum into her mouth. "We've got everything you wanted," she told me, pulling me into the far corner of the pool where we arrived in one of the changing rooms, where a line of baggies was.

"Oh wow," I felt the sparkle in my eyes. "Let's do this."

* * *

I can't even remember how I'd gotten to the pool party, but all I knew that was even the slightest, gentlest touch on my skin sparked my entire body with overwhelming euphoria and I was dancing in the corner, smiling at absolutely nothing as the pool sparkled and a crowd of edgy teenagers hung out in the back, smoking a joint.

"We've got some more stuff for you," Amara yelled over the thumping music, proceeding to grab my arm once again and pulled my dazed state over to a few boys who eyed me as if I were meat, but I couldn't deny that their stares made me feel confident. A needle shone in one of their hands and I looked at the boy holding it as he offered it to me, and I shrugged.

"Why the hell not?" I slurred, stumbling over to him and sitting down on a chair as he pulled off his belt to tie around my upper arm. I glanced at my phone, realizing I had about thirty missed calls from Jack but feeling all of those troubles melt away as the needle pricked my flesh, stinging with a strange ethereal sensation following.

My head immediately became fuzzy and my arm went numb.

"Woah," I mumbled, swaying in my chair. "Wooooah. Do you believe in love?"

"It hit her hard, man," one of them mumbled, and I suddenly felt as if I were underwater, which made me panic. Had I fallen into the pool? I opened my mouth, trying to gasp for air, looking at the boys in front of me and trying to grab onto them before collapsing against one of their chests. 

"Oh, shit."

"She's hot, though," one murmured.

"Should we... you know? She won't remember anything."

"I don't think that's such a good- hey, get away from the pool!" Another yelled, their fingers ghosting against my skin before I felt my knees give way and then I collapsed.

"Bryony!"

I felt a concrete-like sensation smack against my body and then water surrounded me, and as I tried to pull air into my lungs a sharp sting of chlorine swam through my mouth and I coughed it all up against, flailing in the waves as unfamiliar colours flashed through my vision and sensations coursed through my veins.

Something disrupted the water and waves rippled past my body before a strong, warm arm grasped me and pulled me to the surface, where I was thrown against the tiles and I coughed up water. My vision still wavered, but the smack of water surely sobered me up a tonne.

"What the hell are you doing, Bryony?"

My throat was dry when I blinked, trying to decipher my surroundings but only seeing blurs of colours morphed together.

"Jack?"