Sick.

Chapter 16

Claire's POV:

"I'm sorry.." I whisper softly.

"If you want to show me that you really love me, don't say that you would die for me, instead stay alive for me." Jeffrey says softly.

Those words made my chest ache. How could I be so selfish? Jeffrey and I made it pretty clear that we were in love with each other, yet here I am trying to suicide when I know that Jeffrey needs me, and I needed him.

I slowly lower the gun from my head and he immediately tackles me in a hug, throwing the gun to Jason. He caught it successfully and handed it to Ray. Tears well up in my eyes full of embarrassment. 

"I'm so so so sorry I forgot the effect it would do on you and I'm really sorry I ju-"

"Hey, shh," he says soothingly, "your okay." Jeffrey sweeps me up bridal style and we walk back to the car in silence. We got in Ray's car and drove off. I stare out into the city lights that surrounded us, while Jeffrey rubs his thumb soothingly across my knuckles. Jason kept glancing at me every few seconds from the rear view window and when I wasn't looking, his eyes would burn holes into mine. But oh hell did I notice and It creeps me the fuck out.

We all sat in complete silence until Trace decided to break the ice.

"Would you happen to know anyone by the name of Kyle Ross?"

My breathing hitches at the mention of his name. That son of a bitch who started this whole thing and got Nicole killed.

"Y-yes." I respond softly. Taking a quick glance up at him. He had a hopeful look in his eyes which I don't get in this certain situation.

"Do you know anything about what he's been doing behind your back?" He asks, leaning close to me.

"Uh-no." I stutter.

His hopeful expression drops and he nods in understatement.

"Why?" I ask.

"You'll find out soon."

I huff in frustration and nod, looking down. Why was he asking me this? and how could he know Kyle?

Ray pulls into a large unfamiliar mansion but I don't question it, just wanting to get some sleep. I quickly get out of the car, intertwining my fingers together with Jeffrey. I kept catching Trace looking at me, as If searching for something.

I keep quiet as we enter the house, the boys glancing at me every few seconds.

"Okay so," Ray sighs, turning around to face me and clapping his hands together.

"Welcome to my humble home." He smiles.

"It's nice."

"Thanks," He pauses to take a quick glance at Trace behind him before continuing. "You will be staying here for a very long time with us. We all each have our own room, that's mainly why I got this house. We all just hang around and do random shit. We all instantly agreed that you stayed here with us."

My eyes widen and I shake my head 'no' frantically.

"I can't. I have classes."

"You'll attend online, as the rest of us."

I give in and nod, too tired to start a fight.

"Can I go to my room?" I ask Jeffrey. He looks down at me smiling warmly, opening his mouth to say something until he's cut off.

"I'll take her!" Trace buts in, jumping off the couch and coming towards me. I simply nod and let go of Jeffrey's hand, following Trace upstairs. He leads me down a long hallway turning a left reaching a door. He opens it and signals me in. It looked nice, very modern. Not too big or small. The bed looked soft and comfortable as hell.

"Thank you." I smile politely before throwing myself on the bed. As suspected, It was heaven. He chuckles lowly, walking to the door. "If you need anything, let me know. I'm right next door, Jeffrey is down the hall to your right, Jason and Ray are right in front of you." He informs before walking off, shutting the door behind him. I mentally face palm myself as I remembered about my stuff. I run to the drawers and my eyes widen to see all my things there. Including my toiletries and make-up in the restroom. I sigh of relief and pull on a light grey hoodie  with shorts, which aren't visible because of my long hoodie but I couldn't care less.

I trudge down the stairs as I pull my hair into a ponytail. All the boys were in the living room around the coffee table discussing something. They hear me come out and their eyes widen at my appearance.

"What?" I stifle a laugh, finishing my ponytail. Jeffrey snaps his head towards my direction and he gasps. "Claire put some leggings on or something Jesus, your living in a house full of men you need to respect your body and not be a slut."

My eyes widen at the name he calls me.

"Woah woah Jeffrey you can't call her that It-" Trace starts but I cut him off.

"No, It's fine." I smile kindly, then I turn my attention to Jeffrey.

"Before assuming that I'm being a slut and calling me out the way you did as if you were my father, I am wearing shorts under Jeffrey, shorts." I say, lifting up my hoodie and revealing my black shorts, my stomach showing but again, I could care less.

I drop the hem of my hoodie back down, falling into place. My sudden craving for food goes away, so I leap up the stairs ignoring how the boys were scolding Jeffrey.

Pushing my door open, a wave of exhaustion hits me. I close and lock the door behind me, before slipping off my hoodie. I reach for a t-shirt but stop myself as I think I'm wearing a sports bra, which isn't that bad.

I hop into bed pulling the sheets over me before drifting to sleep.

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