Wide awake

Chapter Fourteen Victorious Vanilla Vixens

E.P.O.V

After Jazz successfully dislodged the ladyfinger from his esophagus he gaped at me. Fucking gaped. This is exactly why I didn’t tell him a fucking thing. And because I knew Jazz so well, I knew he wouldn’t say shit to Brandon about it, but I couldn’t sit there and be fucking gaped at. So I stood up.

Brandon didn’t notice anything going on around her. She was too nervous to even focus on breathing right, so I walked out. I walked out and left Jazz there, and prayed that Brandon would distract him long enough for me to prepare myself for the fucked up conversation we were going to have.

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I debated with myself in Bio if I should tell Bella what was going on. I didn’t see any reason why I should or shouldn’t, and when the bell rang I still hadn’t come to any conclusion, so I just let her walk out. I figured I could relay the whole fucked up story to her tonight, when we were alone.

But, because Jazz knew my last class, he was standing there beside the door, fucking waiting for me. And the look of pure curiosity on his face when he saw me walking towards him was really unacceptable. It made me uncomfortable. I could feel him scrutinizing me, and I didn’t fucking like it. I walked up to him, keeping my same bored mask I always used in this fucking dump.

Jazz quirked an eyebrow. “I think we need to ditch today.” He said simply. Like he wasn’t giving me an option. I almost snorted at him. Standing there in another pair of holey jeans and another grubby band shirt acting like I fucking owed him something.

But I knew better. If it were Jazz, he’d fucking tell me. And that thought made me feel kind of shitty. I was being a shitty friend. And I’d have to get the conversation over with eventually. Better sooner than later. So I nodded and started towards the parking lot while he followed, sprinting to keep up with me.

Once we made it to the car and were both inside, the silence was heavy, and thick, and I wasn’t going to be the first one to fucking break it. So I put my key in the ignition, and drove towards home.

I could feel his eyes on me the whole way. Boring holes into my head. But he didn’t say anything. I don’t know what the fuck he was waiting for. It’s not like I was Brandon or some shit. But he just kept his mouth shut the whole way to my house. I pulled in and got out, really fucking ready to just be in that house, and wishing it was ten already, and my girl was waiting for me on that couch.

He followed me into the house without a word. Never saying a thing, just fucking staring still. No one was home, so I went to the living room, and flopped heavily onto the couch. Jasper just stood there in front of me, never sitting down.

“Okay…” Jazz started slowly, narrowing his eyes at me. “What the fuck are you doing with the crazy girl?” He asked. And that shit pissed me off for the final time.

“She’s. Not. Fucking. Crazy.” I growled through clenched teeth, glowering at him. “Her name is Bella.” I snapped, glad that I could finally tell him that since I had been waiting to since day one. His eyes grew wide, and he looked stunned. To think that I would defend Bella Swan. After the initial shock from that comment wore off, he slid into the chair he was closest to.

“Okay. Not crazy. I get it.” He said, looking rather fucking apologetic. Jazz knows me well enough to know that I rarely defend people. “So, what’s going on with you and Bella.” He emphasized her name, like he deserved a gold fucking star or some shit.

I huffed, and it was probably a little fucking childish to do so, but I huffed nonetheless. Because this was one long fucking story, and there was no way out of it. “Remember that shitty party you skipped?” I asked defeated. Jazz furrowed his brows and nodded, so I continued. “Well, she came with Brandon.” He looked surprised to hear this, of course. “But, Newton was fucking with her, so she ran upstairs to hide from him, and she just so fucking happened to choose my room to run into.” He pursed his lips, thoughtful. Then nodded for me to continue.