Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 9: Oreos

I walked into the kitchen, minding my own business, when I heard my name come from Jon's mouth to his friends. I stopped in my place, just to hear Reid's response, "So how'd you propose?"

I rose my eyebrow, he didn't tell his friends that it's an arranged marriage.

"Wait," Hope speaks, "so the girl that was sitting there is the girl you're gonna marry?" she asked, jealousy obviously filling her voice.

"Yeah, that's my soon to be wife." Jon said, taking a breath, and I he looked behind him, to me and we exchanged glances, before he turned back to his friends.

"Holly, honey, why don't you come here." Jon says.

I groaned, silently, before walking towards him and his fellow people.

"Yes?" I asked, as if I were happy to see him.

"Meet my friends. Say hi, and shake hands." He directs.

I smile, falsely, and take ahold of Reid's hand, "Nice to meet you."

"You, too. I expect to be at the wedding." He says, looking at Jon and chuckling.

Jon and I look to each other, giving one another smiles, but not the good kind. I mean, they looked like normal smiles, but didn't feel like them.

"And I'm Hope, Jon's good, good, good lady friend." She emphasized all three 'goods' and 'friend.'.

I nodded, smiling, "Nice to meet you, I'm Holly-soon-to-be-Cozart, Jon's good, good, good fiancé." I said, the words coming out without thought.

Hope's smile falls, but bounces back when Jon speaks up, "Were going out, see you later." He said, getting up from his chair, and left, followed by Reid and Hope.

So, I got competition?

Wait, no. I'm the one getting married to him. I don't even like the guy. How does she? What if he secretly likes her? Oh, god.

My mind blew with worries of where they're going, what they're doing, and everything of that sort.

The weird thing was, I had never thought about this before. Jon was always out with his friends, being, ya know, Jon. But, this time it gets it to me.

Especially with him having Hope around. That just tears it.

I grab my phone, and call Jon. It took a few rings before his voice said a not-so-friendly, "Hello?"

"Hey, Jon, it's Holly." I said, biting my nails.

"I know, I have caller ID." he said.

I giggled, "Wow, well I feel stupid. I guess I'll be going now, wait I forgot to ask, where are you exactly?" I asked.

"Why?" he asked, unsure.

"I don't know. Just wondering. and what's Hope to?" I questioned.

I don't even know why these questions are pouring out, but I can't stop.

"Well, um, I'm pretty sure she went to the bathroom." Jon said, confused.

"Oh, that's swell. What time do you think you'll be home?" I smiled, and caught myself then, and immediately frowned.

"Um, 9:30ish?" He said, in a questionable way.

"Bye." I quickly hung up, throwing my phone on the couch as if it were on fire. I quickly grabbed it once more, and went upstairs.

I rushed to the bathroom to take a long shower, getting everything off my head. I must have been stressed this week, I would never just start caring about what Jon does out of nowhere like that unless I was gaining feelings for him.

Which is entirely impossible.

My shower lasted a good fifteen minutes before I decided to get out. I grabbed a towel, and cursed at myself for forgetting clothes. I sighed, thankful that I'm home alone, and wrapped the towel around my body, before exiting the bathroom.

I made my way to the bedroom, my music playing loudly. The door was shut, oddly. I had left it open, I'm pretty positive.

My mind instantly thought of a murder or robber in my house, but then I just laughed because I watch to many of those shows.

I opened the door, and was revealed to see a half naked Jon.

I screamed out, him scaring me, causing him to turn around, and him to scream, from me scaring him.

We stopped, and then screamed once more, us both being mostly naked. Me, being only in my towel, and him, only in his boxers.

We covered our own eyes, i quickly tapped my phone, stopping the music from pouring out, and it was silent for a minute, "I'll- I'll let you finish." I said.

"I was, uh, done. This is what I sleep in." He stated awkwardly.

"Oh, then get out." I said, simply.

"Okay." he walked out of the room, brushing past me. When the door closed, I uncovered my eyes, and I saw in the mirror that I was slightly blushing.

I hurriedly got my pajama shorts, tank top, and underwear, slipping it all on.

I combed out my hair, when Jon began knocking, "It good?"

"Yeah." I called back, continuing on my hair, "So why are you back so early?" I question as he enters.

"Reid got sick and went home, and then Hope decided to leave, also cause her sister is visiting or something." Jon shrugs, sitting on the bed.

"Ah, okay. I thought there was like a murderer or something." he let out a laugh, "It's all cause as a preteen I'd watch those crime shows." I explained, and anxiously walked to the bed.

"How lame." Jon said, eating some Oreos, and I sat a good distance away from him, this being our first time to be sleeping on the same bed.

"I know I was a lame child. Do not rub it in." I laughed.

"Oreo?" he asked, holding the box out to me.

"Yes, please." I took a few, and we ate in silence for a bit.

"Boo." Jon yelled, scaring the crap out of me. I jumped, and had a terrified look on my face as Jon laughed crazily.

"Hardy har har." I smiled slightly, regaining my comfortableness and my breathing returned to normal, and Jon was still laughing.

"What ever. I'm going to sleep." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, good night." I lied under the covers of our crazily comfortable bed.

There was silence until I fell asleep, I could only hear Jon's crunching of Oreos.