A Girl, A Boy And A Whole Lot Of Random -IN EDITING-

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Chapter 25

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I had my head buried in my pillow and was cursing myself. Why the hell was I such a fail at life? Oh yeah Sasha, it would be a great idea to tell Jamie how you feel. Yeah, because he feels the same way, right? Yeah, sure.

“UHHH!” My face was squished right into my pillow. I could only hope that know one could head me screaming.

My head was very sore. I could still feel it pounding. Elaine had given me an ice pack earlier on put it had since gone warm. I groaned and got inside my covers. I needed to go to sleep. It was so hard to believe what had happened the past few days. I couldn’t even explain how relieved I was that the wedding was off.

It wouldn’t be long before George was back though. The house was technically still  partly his and all his stuff was here. I didn’t want to be here when he came back, but I also didn’t want Elaine to be in the house by herself. It was very reassuring having Jamie and Chace here, at least there was some people that could stand up to him.

The hospital must have asked how I hit my head. I wondered if Elaine had said anything to them?

God, I was exhausted. There was so many unanswered questions and unresolved issues and I only had one full day left in England.

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The next day I woke up bright and early. My head was still quite sore, but nothing compared to the day before.

I literally shook with cringe when I remembered what I had almost said to Jamie. It seemed even stupider to me now, than it had. What the hell was wrong with me?

Oh god, I didn’t even want to leave my room now. I gave myself a quick pep talk, and ventured into the big outside- which was Elaine's hallway.

Downstairs I listened for the ususal bangining in the kitchen or the chatter but it was completely silents. Way too silent. I guess I had to remember that Elaine just ended her marriage, well nearly. I mean, I admire her for that, but she was pregnant. I could have had a sister or brother and not knew about it. Now that was something I was finding hard to get over.

In the kitchen I met Jamie, sitting alone, eating a bowl of cereal. Well shit.

“H-hey.” I mumbled meekly. Jamie looked up in a little surprise and flashed me a small smile.

Hey, how’s the head?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ah, I’m okay.” I began to fumble around the kitchen, pouring myself some cereal  that I didn’t even like. Just so I could look like I was doing something.

Just as I poured some milk on my cereal, I quickly debated whether or not to sit at the table with Jamie or go somewhere else to save me from spitting out word vomit.

I chose the table, leaving would just make me look so awkward.