Do Better

Sixteen

A/N: I'm not 100 percent sure, but I think I'm going to start writing in only Jhene's POV. Also, I'm thinking about doing a small "chapter" that is just Questions and Answers. If you think I should do it, vote to the side where there will be a number(the first one from me) just so I know if there will be enough questions to do one! Also, if you guys wouldn't mind, where I mentioned the comments(the number to the side) please just let me know how you're liking this fan fiction so far and if it's entertaining/boring/too much drama/not enough drama/anything! Thank you so much for all the reads!

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"Jhene," A faint whisper sounded in my ears, along with a hand lightly shaking my left shoulder. Slowly peeling my eyes open, I became conscious of where I was - the passenger seat of a vehicle. "Hey, wake up."

Looking to my right, Aubrey was sitting in the driver's seat attempting to wake me up. I glanced at the clock, noting that it was 3:30am.

"What are we doing here?" I questioned, confused.

"We had to stay somewhere, and you fell asleep as soon as we left the hospital so I couldn't ask you where you wanted to stay." He explained.

Right now, I was feeling more confusion than ever. I never have been good at waking up, but it was a real struggle right now. My body ached in every place you could think of. The last thing I could even think about wanting to do was waking up.

"Can't we just sleep in here?" I groaned, closing my eyes once again.

"No." He chuckled. But when I didn't answer, he spoke again, "Holy shit, Braden is right there!" Aubrey shouted, making my head shoot up as I reached for the lock on the door. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see through the darkness. When I failed to see anyone, I looked at Aubrey's amused expression.

"That woke you up." He smirked.

"Seriously, Aubrey? That's not funny. At all." Folding my arms, I shoved the door open and threw my self out, landing on the concrete pavement.

"I was joking." He stated nonchalantly, getting out of the car as well.

Rather than replying, I kept my arms crossed and walked inside the hotel in front of me.

"Are you seriously pissed off now?"

"Yes, Aubrey!" I threw my arms up in the air. "How could you possibly think that was funny? You're such an idiot." Spotting an empty plastic bottle on a bench, I picked it up and threw it at him, although it did no harm.

"Stop, I'm sorry." He attempted to pull me into a hug, and although those muscular arms were tempting, I shoved him away.

Already impatient, I told the receptionist all the necessary information for a room with a tone of attitude, which she didn't deserve. But considering that it was almost four in the morning and Aubrey's 'joke' was fresh on my mind, I had a reasonable excuse to be agitated.

5 minutes of typing later, the receptionist handed me a room key and I gladly dragged my exhausted self over to the elevator. Clicking the button with the number '2' on it, the doors pushed inward towards each other.

Much to my dismay, a large, strong hand stopped them.

"Please just leave me alone, Aubrey," Placing my hand on my forehead stressfully, I threw my head backwards, sighing. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

"No, talk to me now." He demanded, sounded a bit harsh. "I was wrong. I'm sorry. I know why you're pissed, I just tried to wake you up so you could at least sleep somewhere more comfortable than in the seat of a car."