Obsessed

Chapter Three

I wake up from a long night of turning, waking up, and crying. Nights seem to go like this, if not worse. I get up, going to my computer. Open it, sign in, and check my facebook. Which said, "14 notifications, and 3 new messages." Jack never likes any of my pictures, or status, so who could they be from? My mom? I finally open the tab and look. "Brandon has like your status."For 7 of them. "Brandon has commented on your status." For the rest. Brandon? THE Brandon. Like my first high school sweet heart that ended badly? 

"Christina, make sure I have all the dirty clothes!" My mom yelled at me.

I open my messages, one from Jack, one from Brandon, and one from my best friend, Nick. 

Nick: omg girl, you need to come over. got some really juicy info about this Jack guy

Oh my. I text back,

Me: Okay, I'll be over in 10

I look at all the rest,

Jack: Hey beautiful, I was thinking, what if I come visit you this weekend

Me: sure why not, I wanna meet you

Oh well, if it happens, it happens..

Brandon: Hey, listen, that Jack guy has been posting about you a lot. I don't want you to get hurt. He seems like a creep.

How dare he!

Me: Listen Brandon. I don't love you anymore. You don't have to come back and play these games with me. Just stop. He's allowed to post about me. We're friends. And I don't care if you still care, or not. I just wanna be happy, and you don't DO THAT! So leave me alone.

I play some music as I start picking up dirty clothes, and picking my outfit for the day. I start rapping with Tyler Joseph.

"Thank god it's Friday, cause Friday's will always be better than Sunday, cause Sunday's are my suicide days." 

It plays more as I dance around my room blasting my music, singing, and throwing my dirty clothes in my basket. 

"Christina." My mom said turning my music down.

I stop dancing, looking at her. 

"Yes mom?" I ask.

"Nick called-"

"Yeah, I told him I'd be over today." I cut her off.

"I don't want you going." She said.

"What! Why!? I yelled.

"Because, you need to clean your room. And you still haven't gotten all the dirty clothes together. Why would I let you go if you can't even clean your room?" She said.

"Mom, I'm cleaning it." I said getting up going to my window. 

I paused, and looked at a man staring at me through my window. 

"Clean your room and we'll talk." She said leaving. 

I look at the guy. He doesn't look like anyone I know. I walk away and turn my music back up. I check my messages, and Brandon messaged me back.

Brandon: I don't want you hurt, I know I've hurt you, but I can't just stand seeing you get hurt like that again. 

Me: You don't even know Jack!

Brandon: I know he doesn't post nice things about you.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: Prove it.

I wait, and check my phone. Nick texted me,

(304)-559-3587: I'm coming over.

Yay, but I look back and see a picture come up with the name of Jack Nickleson. The status read:

"This girl I've been talking to, is such a whore."

Well... Guess It's time to just smoke. Why not.

Me: Okay. So? We're friends, and he talks to more than one girl. Duh. We're just friends. Not lovers.

"Christina!" Mom yelled.

I walk out. Down stairs, and Nick is here with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We need to talk." He said pulling me up stairs into my room.