Chapter 15
“Jessica, could you get dressed and come downstairs please,” I hear someone yell at me from downstairs.
I sit up and wipe my still sleepy eyes. I slowly get up and pull on a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and throw my hair up in a bun. I quickly put on some makeup and hurry downstairs still half asleep.
“What?” I yawn, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Could you go into the living room please, someone is here to see you,” Gina replies, not looking to happy.
“Umm, sure…” I say, slowly walking into the living room.
Right as I turn the corner into the living room I see Nate and Jason sitting on opposite ends of the couch staring at me.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
“Come sit,” Nate says while patting the cushion next to him.
“I don’t know if I want to do that,” I say unsure.
“Come on, we all need to talk,” says Jason.
I slowly walk over to them and plop myself in between them on the couch.
“So what’s this, an intervention?” I ask, jokingly.
“Yes it is,” replies Nate nonchalantly.
“Oh…”
“So Nate says you have something to tell me.”
“I do?” I ask turning to Nate.
He clears his throat and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Fine jerk,” I whisper so only he can hear.
He chuckles and ruffles my hair.
“You see Jason,” I start, “I like you a lot…”
“I like you too,” he interjects.
“I’m not done,” I say.
“Oh sorry…”
“It’s okay, but anyway as I was saying, I like you a lot, but I also really like Nate too.”
“Oh…” he replies, giving Nate and evil glare.
“And I don’t know what to do about it,” I finish.
“So you’re trying to pick one of us?” he asks.
“Well judging by the dates, whose were better?” he asks.
Nate coughs and scratches his head.
“Umm… we haven’t been on a date,” I reply looking over at Nate.
Jason starts to laugh.
“Wow, big bad Nate scared to ask little ol’Jess out on a date. How sweet,” he mocks.
“Shut up asshole,” Nate growls.
“Nate!” I scold.
He rolls his eyes and turns away.
“And you like him?” Jason whispers to me.
“Yes I do Jason, I don’t know why, but I really do,” I sigh.
“Well, Nate, then stop being a pussy and ask her out,” Jason huffs.
“Do you want to get punched again Jason?” Nate growls.
“God Nate be nice,” I snap.
“Fine,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Seven Summers Ago
Teen FictionFor the past seven summers, seventeen year old Jessica has stayed with her best friend Charlotte, but this year things are about to change. Her parents are forcing her to go back to the beach house where she was tormented as a kid by the four broth...
