That's Not My Mate

Chapter Twenty Five

I wake up the next morning when the bed dips. I groan and I roll over opening my eyes. Zach sighs, "Sorry if I woke you up Jasper."

I shake my head and I sit up clenching my side lightly, "I need to wake up anyways."

He nods and walks out of the room. I'm really tired and I've only gotten an hour of sleep but I need to get up. I have stuff I have to do. I'm really angry, 

I groan when my phone begins ringing as I walk into Zach's kitchen. 

Its Emery so I answer it, "Yes Em?"

"Hey Jasp. I know you just moved but can you come back, I need your help."

I mentally sigh, "Sure Em. What do you need help with?"

"Something. It's not that hard I just need your help with it."

I roll my eyes, "I'll be there at some point Em."

I hang up on Emery and I shove my phone in my pocket. I look around for Zach but he's no where to be seen. I grab a four hundred dollars off of his counter before I shake my head and I make my way out front. 

Fuck Zach and fuck everyone. 

I feel my anger rise as I call a taxi. 

It arrives a couple minutes later so I climb in.

I'm out front of my ma's house almost two hours later. I swear the taxi driver just went slow because he wanted me to pay him more.

I climb out and I hand him four one hundred dollar bills. He shakes his head, "The fee is a four hundred and two dollars. This isn't enough."

I shake my head, "Fuck off. You pay it."

He goes to get out but he shakes his head and drives off when I clench my fist.

I shake my head and I walk into the house without knocking. 

My brother is sitting on one of the couches messing with his phone. He's wearing white skinny jeans but no shirt. 

I shake my head and I sigh, "What do you want Em?"

He stands up quickly dropping his phone on the ground. He bends over and grabs it. 

He runs his hand through his hair and he begins smiling, "I need help painting my room."

"That use to be our room Eme." I sigh.

He shrugs, "Well now you have your own house so the whole room is mine."

I roll my eyes, Emery is such a bipolar twat.

"Fine, lets do it." I say walking past him and up the stairs. 

I shake my head when I reach his room which is coated with plastic.

Almost two hours later half his room is painted a light green. I sigh when my phone begins ringing. 

I answer it thinking its Zach but its not Zack. I look down at the caller id and I raise my eye brow, its Jada.

As soon as the person on the other side begins talking I know who it is and it makes me extremely mad that they're on Jada's phone and it's not Jada.