Come To Me | Jerrie

Chapter 18

I've been home for a week and haven't accomplished a damn thing. The song for the Raven Cosmetics commercial is no longer legal to use. The approval I obtained beforehand expired, and now the music company is dragging their feet. Then Taylor told me the partners met yesterday about who would be given the promotion. It was a fifty-fifty split between Melissa and me. So much for me being a shoo-in for the promotion once I landed the Raven account. They plan to wait until we both finish with our current clients to make a decision.

Jade and I haven't seen each other since she dropped me off after our trip. We've talked a few times on the phone about what she needs to do to get ready for the launch and we made plans for this weekend. But she's not happy about the ad delay. Plus, Zayn's been calling again. Worse than all that, though, is how I have to go for the reading of my father's will in three weeks. I keep trying to push it to the depths of my mind, but it keeps creeping up at the most inopportune times. In my life, when it rains it doesn't just pour, no-it's a full-on monsoon.

I grab my journal and decide to write again. It's therapeutic and helps me get my thoughts together. I've been so busy that I haven't really had much time lately. I miss it-I miss watching my heart bleed onto the paper.

I put the pen down when I hear a loud voice. "Biffle, time for a drink." Leigh-Anne stalks toward me holding a bottle in her hand.

"Good." I shrug and decide not to fight her this time. "I need one." Or four.

"I'm not sure what to do with this attitude," she says with a cat-ate-the-canary grin. "Usually I have to threaten you. By the way, just-fucked is a better look for you. Maybe you should call her and get that taken care of. We need to make sure frumpy, nasty Pez stays away."

I groan and roll my eyes. She's been pushing me to go to her, to not let her get away. I'm not sure why she's so up my ass about it. "I don't feel like calling her. I feel like having my best friend pour me a shot and get me drunk."

"Well now that I can do. I've got bubblegum vodka or whipped. What's your poison?"

"Whipped, baby!"

We grab some shot glasses and get comfy on the couch, laughing about the new doctor in Leigh-Anne's lab. He's been hitting on her and my crazy friend is feeding it.

"Well he's ugly as all hell, but if he wants to keep buying me dinner, I'm not an idiot."

"Leigh! That's just so ... so ... wrong." I slap her arm.

"Maybe I'll tell him I'm a lesbian." She shrugs, laughing, and hooks her arms around me. "Wanna make out?"

"Oh good God. Get off me, jackass."

We've been drinking for a few hours. Leigh-Anne has analyzed my trip in great detail. I think she's falling in love with Jade. It's kinda funny. We laugh and swoon, only stopping to refill our shot glasses. I know I'm three sheets to the wind since I can't feel my tongue anymore.

"Leigh, I gotta pee." I practically fall off the couch and laugh as I try to stand straight. I'm completely shit-faced. I make my way to the bathroom and back by the grace of God. When I get to the living room, my eyes go wide. Either I'm hallucinating or Jade is sitting on my couch.

"Perrie, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She smiles as she gets up and walks over to me. When she leans in to kiss me, I quickly put my hand up to her mouth before she can touch my lips. "You can't kiss me," I whisper and look around. I'm still not sure it's really her. Maybe my mind conjured her up.

"Oh, why not?" She stares at me with one brow raised and that cocky smile I love so much. Awww, fake Jade even makes the same gestures.

"Well, imaginary Jade, I'll tell you." I lean in real close and somehow get the words out between giggles. "I like a girl and I don't think I should kiss you." Leigh-Anne is laughing hysterically and I join her, although I'm not sure why we're laughing.