Double Crossed(Jardougall)

6. Stallion

“Jenna, Jen...” I hear Tay sing my name. She pushes my shoulder and then brushes my hair from my face. While lays her head on the pillow next to mine, she slowly kisses the back of my neck, “Jennnnnnn.” I groan at her, trying to shift away so that I can go back to sleep.

“Jenna come on, I have things to do today and I want to talk to my sexy girlfriend before I have to leave,” she says, pushing my shoulder a little rougher this time. I groan again at her, pulling the blankets over my head.

“Sexy girlfriend is not in right now,” I moan, squeezing my eyes tighter. She rips them off of my head and pulls me into her.

“Come onnnnnnn,” she stops abruptly, then sniffs my hair, “Jenna!”

“What?” I groan at her, fighting my way back to sleep. She slaps my arm and yanks me up.

“Have you been smoking again?” she asks, glaring at me. I just stare at her for a second deciding what to do. Truth or lie?

“No, no I haven’t smoked since the last time,” I mutter. She gasps a little, frowning at me.

“Don’t you dare lie to me Jenna Rachael McDougall,” she snaps, “ I can smell it on you for God’s sake!”

“You can’t smell anything on me because I haven’t been smoking!” I yell back. She just rolls her eyes at me and practically throws herself off the bed. She begins pacing, not bothering to actually look up at me.

“You know, I shouldn’t have to be your babysitter,” she says, walking back and forth in front of me.

“Well it’s not like I asked you to babysit me!” I snap, running my fingers through my hair. “Maybe I don’t want a babysitter anymore,” she stops then, turning to glare at me.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I just shrug at her. She groans and throws her hands in the air, “God dammit Jenna! I don’t have time for this anymore!”

“For what?” I ask, pulling the blankets up farther around me.

“For your stupid fucking breakdowns!” She shouts. It takes her a second to realize what she said but when she does she stops walking and her eyes go wide, “Jen, I-I didn’t mean that-”

“I actually better get going,” I say, cutting her off completely. I storm out of the bed and towards our dresser. I pull out a pair of leggings and a baggy tee shirt before searching around for my flip flops. I roughly pull my hair into bun and grab my wallet.

“What? Where?” Tay asks. She reaches over and grabs my arm, looking at me worriedly. I yank it away from, my skin crawls where she touched me.

“Anywhere. I wouldn’t want to bother you with a breakdown,” I snap, storming out of our bedroom. She follows me, yelling something about being sorry. I ignore her completely and grab my keys and my phone, making my way out to my car. When I get in and begin backing out of the driveway she yells out one last time.

“I just don’t want you to do anything crazy!” she shouts. Michael’s words run through my head. But don’t you know? You’re already crazy.

“Did no one tell you?” I yell out of my passenger window, “I am crazy!”

After that I drive for a long time. Too long. But I don’t know where to go. Part of me wants to go back home, that hopefully Tay would still be there and we could make up. But another part, the bigger part, kind of hates her right now. Not just for the breakdown comment, but everything. I’m tired of being ignored by her, I’m tired of feeling like I everything I say just pisses her off, tired of feeling like a nuisance. But I guess I am a nuisance. I probably should just go to someone’s house before I have to go to work. But I hate hanging out with them when I’m like this. Because I can see it in their eyes, all they do is pitty me. They don’t understand that that’s not what I want. I don’t want them to constantly worry about me or feel sorry for me. I want them to treat like they treat the rest of their friends. But I don’t really know anyone that just gets it. Even the lake feels tainted. I drive until my phone rings. I consider ignoring it, afterall it’s probably just Tay or better yet Alex doing her dirty work for her. But when I look at the call ID it’s an unknown number.