Jacqueline || BWWM

Chapter Thirty Four

September 24th, 2017

"The show is really good though!" Jaylin pleads, willingly her girl friends to agree with her.

The girls, Whitney and this other girl named Isabelle, sit on opposite sides of Jay as they munch away on breakfast while discussing what guys are hot and whatever else normal girls our age talk about. I stand a good twenty feet from them, quietly eating my delicious red apple-definitely not missing the mouthwatering hash browns and bacon they share.

Isabelle puts her fork down and whirls a lock of her chestnut brown hair around a delicate pale finger. Her pretty oval face twists in that I-don't-believe-you-kinda-way, dark brown eyebrow raised and all. "Yeah-huh. Keep telling yourself that."

"I'm serious. It's actually super good. Like, I can't believe I've never taken the time to watch it."

Whitney points her silver fork at Jay, giving her a pointed look. "You never knew Chad Michael Murray starred in it. If you had, you'd have finished all tens seasons in one sitting."

"There's actually only nine seasons..."
I'm sure Jay thinks she's helping herself out by saying this, but as proven by Isabelle's quiet laughs, she's only dug herself a bigger hole.

Shaking my head at the girls, I toss the remains of my apple into the trash before walking around the counter and grabbing another one. Apple in hand, I'm about to head to my room when Whitney stops me in my tracks.

"Hey Jacs-"

"It's Jacqueline." I hate interrupting people-I really do-but I hate it even more when people get my name wrong. I'm aware of the fact that it's long and a bit of a mouth full, but still it's not that hard to say.

Whitney rolls her green eyes, saying, "Whatever. Do you think Chad Michael Murray is hot?"

Who the heck is he?

I know I should ask my question, but I honestly got no interest in staying down here with Jay and her friends-what can I say? Their extremely annoying. And I mean that in the nicest way possible because they haven't done anything mean expect make just enough food for themselves. Anyways, I'm more than sure the question would lead to a long reply, and I'm really not interested in that. It doesn't help that Jaylin is giving discreetly giving me the stink eye.

"Sure." With that I make a hasty retreat upstairs where it's nice and quiet. The only audible sound is Jace's snoring but even that could be counted as somewhat relaxing.

What to do...

As sad and depressing as this is to admit, I got nothing. My room is cleaner than Queen Elizabeth's palace, I have a no work today-Aiyana, mistakingly thinking I had a life, told me to take a day for myself- and the only friends I have here have life's of their own.

Hazel left Friday after school for an annual family reunion retreat in Montana and won't be back until later today.

Finn left for Alaska on Wednesday night. Apparently his Dad-out of nowhere- got this craving to go skiing. Being filthy rich, the man decided to pack his family up for a quick trip to the snowy mountains. On the quick phone call Finn was allowed, he promised me that he objected to going for a good while. None the less, his parents gave him no choice in the end. He claimed he won't be back late until late tonight, approximately fourteen hours from now.

Tic-tic-toc.

With a heavy sigh, I fall onto my bed and unplug my phone from its charger.

Anaya, I'm bored. Help me.
_Delivered at 8:14am.

Knowing my best friend, she won't be awake for a couple more hours. When she does happen to wake up, she'll look at my message, think about replying to it, and go do something else for a while before realizing she never actually replied. That process should take her a total of two or more hours. Until then, I decide to change into sweats and take a quick morning jog.