Things Change

The Aftermath

~Pre-Talk Time~~

Okay, so I apologize for not posting lately! I've had to deal with a thing......called life. ;D I went ice skating today! :) I sooo didn't remember how to skate cause I haven't gone in a while, but I kinda gained my memory when I hit the ice. It was soooo much fun, chillin with my girls and a few guys I know.(:

Just to let you know, I may not be posting until like another week or to because my teachers are really stressed because they might loose their jobs next school year, so they've been hounding me down with homework and test. Also, I gotta support my school's boys' basketball team because my dad's the coach and my brother is on the team, so I have to go to every game, which is like every weekend! BTW, we won 4 games straight. ;) <3

I know you're probably like "Will she just shutup!?" Haha, so yeah...I will stfu right now so you can read.(:

Enjoy, my little misfits. ;)

[Jacob’s P.O.V.]

“Jayda are you coming or not?” I said, sounding annoyed. I stood outside her bedroom door, pacing. This girl is heartbroken. Really, she’s just completely a mess. This Craig douche did some shit with his ex, and now, she’s all depressed. How wonderful for me<---Insert sarcasm here.

Now I’m trying, but failing, to get her to go to school. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I could care less if she’s there or not. Not my problem if she’s gonna be stupid for the rest of life.

“Jacob, is she out yet?” I heard abuela fragile voice say through her bedroom door. “Not yet,” I replied. Ahh, that’s why I’m doing this, for my abuela. I could never deny her of anything. If she asked, I would give her the world if I could.

I knocked on Jayda’s door again, “Jayda just come on.” I could hear the latching of her lock as she unlocked the door. She furiously swung it open, revealing herself to me. Her cheeks were a shade lighter from the tear stains and her eyes were still wet with fresh tears. She looked a little pink around her eyes and her cheeks. She wore her footie pajamas and held a stuffed teddy in her hand. Oh God, this is bad. I know Jayda, and I know if she’s wearing footies and has a teddy, she’s beyond upset.

“Jacob, please don’t make me go,” she whispered, choking out her words. I was about to just yell at her, tell her to get ready, when I retreated. I looked at my sister. She was so not ready to go back, we all knew it. She’s an emotional wreck. But she can’t hide from school forever.

I sighed, shifting my weight between my legs, “Okay, fine, Jayda. But you have to go back sometime,” I told her. She nodded and pulled the teddy closer to her chest, taking a step towards me. I felt her lay her head against my chest, as she wrapped her arms around my back.

Now, I don’t know if you know this or not, but I am not a hugger. I don’t even like touching people. I keep my hands to myself, and usually people do the same. The most I’m up for is a handshake.

And this whole hugging thing Jayda’s doing is kinda new to me. Yeah, she’s my sister and I’ve hugged her before, but that’s when were like 5. I didn’t actually know what to do, so I did the only thing I knew how to do; I hugged her back.

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I stalked down the hallway, grip tight on my backpack. I knew the party would be the talk of the day again, maybe even the week. And surprisingly, I would be one of the main topics. Why was Jacob carrying Dominique? What were they doing in the bathroom together? Why was Jacob even at the party? I could hear it now, I already knew the gossip was boiling through the halls.