Broken

Chapter 12: Grouchier Than Oscar

*EDITED*

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It seems to me that avoiding Jaxon has become a new talent of mine.

It's been four days since Jaxon found out I self harm. He had respectively not asked me any questions about the event that occurred on Sunday, and to say that least, I was grateful.

When I had woken up on Monday morning Jaxon was gone but had left a note saying that we would have to talk about what happened, sooner or later.

I choose never.

It's now Thursday and the week is almost over. I've avoided him at all costs and he hasn't come around my house.

I knew there was a reason why I told him my dad was only out for a couple days.

I had a close call with Jaxon yesterday when he tried to corner me behind the bleachers during gym. But Coach Hanson started yelling for us to run again, before he could do anything.

Needless to say, Coach Hanson is currently my favorite teacher.

School today was... school. Not much has happened and I'm very grateful for that. A few days drama-free is what I needed.

When I got home today, I threw all my stuff down on the floor of my bedroom and threw myself onto my bed. Soon after, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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3:48 am.

Shoot me now.

It was four-thirty when I had woken up from my nap. I had only slept for a little over an hour and for some reason, was never able to fall back asleep. I didn't do my homework because, why? So instead I made myself dinner and watched YouTube until about midnight, when my phone was on two percent. Since then I've been lying here in bed, staring up at the darkness. I would say ceiling but I can't see it.

I'm done. I think to myself.

I roll out of bed and go to my closet pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I take out my red Converse and maroon hoodie and get dressed.

I walk over to my bathroom after lacing up my sneakers and begin braiding my hair into a "Katniss" style braid.

I then head over to my underwear drawer and take out my fake ID, some money along with my keys and place my phone in my back pocket.

Padding over to my door I open it and make my way down the stairs. Locking the door behind me, I turn around to face the dark and lonely street.

Pulling my hoodie up over my head and taking in a deep breath, I begin walking to my destination.

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"Keep it coming?"

I nod my head at Kyle after taking another shot.

"Wanna talk about it Jules?"

Lifting my head up, I send Kyle a glare and he just chuckles.

"You know I'm only joking sweets."

I roll my eyes and wave a hand at Kyle to hurry up with those shots.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming. Hold your shit."

I send him a playful glare he laughs. I try holding in my laughter but it doesn't work, and I soon bust out laughing and Kyle smiles at me.

"See, now there is the Jules I like to see, happy and smiling. I don't like it when you are grouchier the Oscar. I mean he has a reason to be a grouch, he lives in a trashcan for fuck's sake."