Unexpected - Shawn Mendes

Chapter Thirty Three

After an extremely long movie consisting of me screaming at jump scares and covering my eyes at parts I didn't like, I was finally home. Although the movie mortified me, I had a good time with Shawn.

"Thanks for bringing me, I had fun," I thank him, giving him a small smile.

"Anytime, thanks for coming, G," He says, unlocking the car, allowing me to leave. I enter my own house to see Ryan alone at the table, eating the meal he had prepared earlier.

"Ryan? Where's Jade?" I ask, confused as to why the person whom the dish was made for wasn't there.

"She's not coming home tonight. She said that she would be spending the night at her parents after work. Something about her dad having surgery and her mom needing help caring for him. So now here I am, eating it by myself. Hey, want to try it?" He asks, hopeful. Although my stomach is still stuffed with popcorn and Skittles, I can't help but feel bad for Ryan and take a seat at the table.

"Yeah, I'd love to," I say, and he stands up to make me a platter.

"This isn't a bad thing, you know," he says, "ever since you came to stay here, we haven't really done anything with just the two of us." He sets the plate down in front of me, along with a spoon.

I stir it around a bit, and look up at him, "Yeah, now that I think about it, we haven't." I take a spoon of the soup and put it in my mouth, and Ryan stares at me, suspenseful for a reaction.

My eyes instantly lit up, surprised. "Is it that bad?" Ryan groans, sitting down.

"No! I mean, it's great! I can't believe you made it," I say, still surprised. Ryan was nowhere near a good cook, but my views were beginning to change based off of the soup he made.

I couldn't help but be ticked off that Jade was unable to come home tonight. She always made sure she was home by a specific time, even when she had to stay late for work. And why would she wait until the last minute to tell Ryan that she wasn't coming home? She should've known in advance that her father was going to undergo a surgery.

I was beginning to become suspicious of Jade and her loyalty to Ryan. I did not dare voice my opinion, however, because he was undeniably in love with her and I did not want to upset him. It would be terrible to hear from a family member that you think his bitter wife is cheating.

After Ryan and I finished the rest of the french onion soup, we decided to have a movie night and bake cookies like we used to do when we were younger. This kind of upset me, for it reminded me of my parents and my old house, but I was thankful that I was able to do continue these traditions with Ryan.

After we put the first batch of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, I got a call from Jake. "G, your phone's ringing," Ryan tells me.

I nod, "It's alright, I'll just call him back later, no biggy," I say, getting a spoon out of a drawer and eating a spoonful of cookie dough.

"You shouldn't eat that," he tells me, "There's raw eggs in it."

I roll my eyes. "It tastes good."

We began to lay the next tray of cookies out and I received another call from Jake. Annoyed, I turned my ringer off and went back to helping Ryan.

"G, maybe you should answer that," Ryan suggests, but I shake my head. It has been awhile since I got to spend quality time with my brother, and I see Jake almost every day. There couldn't be anything possibly going on that was so urgent that he needed me at this very moment.

"It's okay, Ry, he can wait."

Ryan and I spent the rest of the night goofing around, he even let me try out some of my new make up on him. Of course, I took a picture, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. He didn't think it was as funny as I did.

Before I went to bed that night, I made sure to call Jake so he knew I wasn't ignoring him.

The line rang for a few seconds before he picked up. "Hey babe," I say, smiling slightly.

"Don't 'hey babe' me, Grace," he slurs, "I've been calling you for hours! What's wrong with you, bitch? I should be a main priority in your life right now. You were probably sucking Mendes's dick, weren't you?"

I was pissed and absolutely taken aback by his words. "You're drunk, asshole," I say.

After coming from an unstable home with alcoholics as parents, I don't drink. Although I made the mistake of doing it at the party I went to, I have promised myself that I wouldn't get into that stuff. I wanted to be with someone who felt the same way as I did about it, and not someone who calls me drunk at midnight telling me what a bitch I am.

Everything was changing. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. The guy who made me happy, the guy who I believed had changed into a better person, really hadn't changed much at all. After how he talked to me, I was sure that there was other stuff he did that night as well.

The saddest part though, was that I wasn't sad. I expected to be heartbroken that some dickhead treated me like shit. But I wasn't, because I knew that I don't need people who talk to me that way in my life.

After I hung up, I got a few more calls from Jake, but I simply ignored him. I organized for Shawn to start driving me to school again, and that was it. That was the end of it. No tears, no sad faces. Just plain me.

If things were over for good with Jake, I had to accept that it was for the best, and that I would be okay.

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