So I was finally out of the hospital a week later and my stupid ass brothers had a so-called 'amazing' idea to vlog me practicing to walk on crutches. Then them completely taking over and playing around with them (about accurate).
"You know I'm actually trying to walk." I said, then turning the vlog camera off as they'd forced me to film them.
"Party pooper." Jake stuck his bottom lip out of me, older than me but still more immature.
"Please I've seen your shits." I rolled my eyes "That was barely even a party." I said, hopping over to them to take back my crutches.
"You're a pervert." Jake stuck his tongue out of me, causing some spit to hit me
"Say it don't spray it." I laughed, wiping my face which wasn't an issue because I was makeup-free.
"My sisters a savage." Logan then continued to make a "Yah Yeet" sound. You already knew that was coming. Sigh.
Today was the day I met up with my shrink, like any other day. RIP self esteem. Now all my secrets were being given to a complete stranger. Ugh.
"Now, Jordyn, do you want to tell me why you're here?" She asked with a calm voice. Her leg sat on her other as she looked up from her papers and lifted her glasses up so they were resting on her head.
"I think you already know." I looked down, I mean, I didn't even know why I was here. I will never understand what goes in Logan's head. Or Jake's.
"Care to elaborate on that?" She said, which is where I got confused. Elaborate on what? The fact I didn't FUCKING KNOW WHAT SHE FUCKING SAID? Sorry, the medication I've been taking has been making me a little edgy.
"What do you mean?" I have her the stink eye. Of course I was being a bitch, my son of a bitch brother sent me here, does he think I'm mental or something??????!!!!!!
"It's clear you don't want to be here... why?" Her voice still remaining soft and gentle. Like ThatPoppy from YouTube if you've seen her. It's pretty creepy but oddly satisfying.
"Because I'm not crazy." I folded my arms and sat back into the leather couch.
"People don't get sent here because they're crazy." She laughed, probably expecting me to laugh with her. Who is she, Logan or Jake Paul? Thinking she's funny, please.
"Why do they get sent here?" I sat up, resting my chin on my fist ready for some juicy details (which is what I'm expecting.)
"Sometimes people have an addiction to drugs." She sighed "maybe like you have an addiction to modelling" she added
"Did my brother really send me here because of my love for my job?" I raised an eyebrow.
"N-not exactly." She began to stutter.
Ugh people. Seriously, you think you can judge me because of doing what I love? Shaking my head.
"Whatever, I'm out of here." I made a salut sign jokingly then walked out and slammed the door. Finally, I'm free I thought as I had escaped the mad house. Which I had learned to call it because she always gave me these creepy vibes. I took a deep breath of the cake-ish smell around me and made my way to where it was coming from.
I then walked in, struggling because I was on crutches (duh) for the next 5 weeks after this one.
"Is that Jordyn Paul!" A girl screamed as I entered, which I then put my hood up to avoid any attention, that was the last thing I wanted.
"Jordy?" A familiar voice called out.
"What's up Alissa?" I turned to her where she was sat with her boyfriend.
"Come sit!" She slapped her hand on the spare seat in the middle of her and her boyfriend, so she was still sat across from him.
"Hey." I awkwardly smiled but it came out as a frown
"What's wrong?" She played with my cheeks which she used to call cute and chubby.
"I can't model." I then put my head down out of view into my arms
"Don't worry about that sister." She smiled at me. I still don't get why the Jake Paulers are against her. I know she's telling the truth, my brother cheated. And to make it worse, it was with her best friend Tessa and after he lied then kicked her out of the house.
To be honest, the only thing me and Alissa bond over is talking about how my brother is a real dick. Which I should get offended by because he's my brother, but he cheated on his girlfriend (even if they didn't want to admit it) for some stupid dancer bitch.
(a/n I actually like both Alissa, Logan, Jake and the rest of team 10 but i thought hating on them would help with the storyline as Jake cheated on Alissa with Tessa.)
"Yeah," banks nodded his head "Don't do that modelling shit. It's not worth it, their loss." He continued to eat his cake.
"See... and he doesn't even know you!" She said, presuming that the last part would actually make me feel any better.
"Right." I said, because I didn't want to sound like a selfish bitch for saying something rude like "Thanks that totally helped." In a sarcastic tone.
"Want some of my cake? I'm full." She lifted the plate so it was at my reach
"Thanks." I said, biting the raspberry off the top. She didn't even eat a single bit of her cake.
"Are you sure? We can share, you didn't eat anything." I smiled softly at her
"Oh my gosh, thanks I'm actually starving!" She laughed as she split the cake into one half then throwing it down her throat
"Hope you'll swallow this D that good babe." Banks made a silly comment, which ended in us three all laughing.
Shit. My brother had walked in with Chanthony, Tessa and Erika.
"Don't turn around." I told Alissa, but of course she did.
"Ugh, can you believe she actually abandoned me to stay with team 10?" She rolled her eyes at the thought
"Fake friend, can't believe you didn't spot it sooner." I laughed
"Not all of us download every app which helps us locate fake friends." Alissa joked, then laughing a bit loud which happened to cause Jake and the others to turn around with Jake giving me a glare.
I replied with a middle finger.
"Babe, can we sneak food into the movies again?!" Alissa squealed, making it clear she wanted to exit as much as us.
"No way you guys actually did that?" I grinned at the idea
"Hell yeah, it was awesome." Banks then got out of his seat "Come on, let's buy food."
"To target!" Me and Alissa shouted and ran out the door
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This episode was a bit longer than the last. You're welcome. At 1151 words.
