Don't Go (originally by @nadiluvswriting)

Don't Go - Ch 5

Okay, everyone....I know it's been months since the last update, but senior year is insane. The amount of work they give out is crazy! But thanks for being patient and for reading this :)

Oh and the relationship between Sarah and Casey is based off my relationship with one of my closest friends.

Chapter 5

I watched from the peephole as his motorcycle took off down the street and eventually disappeared around a corner, smiling slightly to myself. Even though I did not have a clear view of his features, he seemed to be happy. His head was bobbing up, down, left, and right, as if he was singing some strange song to himself as he rode away. I almost giggled.

That was when the thought hit me.

Jesse . . . did not hate me.

It was a strange concept, yet it was true - at least for the moment. I tried several times to block out the growing elation, trying to tear it apart before it could lead me to hope for anything I had no chance of getting. I fiercely reminded myself that I had no idea how long this would last. But it really should not have mattered to me. Because Jesse and I could never be anything more than friendly acquaintances . . . and that was bending the rules enough. Taking a deep breath, I turned from my position only to find Sarah watching me with those chocolate brown eyes, hands placed delicately on tightly clothed hips. She flipped her long black hair behind her shoulder before she greeted me.

"Freak," she said.

"Whore," I shot back.

"Loser."

"Tramp."

"What the hell are you even doing here?"

"I live here, remember?"

We just glared at each other for a moment longer before huge grins broke out across both faces. Though we sometimes acted as though there was nothing but hate between us, Sarah and I loved each other the way any real sisters would. It never mattered that we were from two completely different circles, if you could call my little group of one a circle. Running around with all the popular girls had almost no effect on her, other than helping her draw in the guys. But really she would have slept around no matter what group she belonged to - it was just a part of who she was, just like being a loner was a part of who I was. It was obvious that we had our differences. She may have even mocked me on occasion, but I understood that she never meant anything by it. Though she hardly ever mentioned it, she knew everything about my past and what I had been through. When it came down to tough situations, Sarah was one of the only people I could really count on, one of the only people I could turn to for advice, and this was no exception.

"Sarah, I need your help with something," I began with a bit of hesitation.

"With that boy? Because he was gorgeous!" Her eyes were wide, as if she almost could not believe that he would be taking me out on a date.

"Your surprise is so flattering." I let the sarcasm drip from my words, and she caught on quickly.

"Oh! No, I didn't mean it like that, Casey. It's just that you never date ANYONE, then this guy brings you home? It's just . . . wow."

I rolled my eyes at her. "You are such a girl! Can we just get back to the subject now?!"

"Right. Your boy toy . . . what about him?" Sarah turned and began climbing the stairs, and I followed her. After what seemed like miles of creaking floorboards, we finally made it to her room, which was directly across the hall from mine. She pushed open the scratched and peeling door to reveal a small room with pale green walls and a too-tiny bed with a light pink canopy and matching sheets. I walked across the floor and flopped down on the mattress as if it was my own room. "I assume everything is going well since you had that goofy grin on your face the moment you stepped through the door."