❝THE WAITING GAME❞ (OLEFF !)

n i n e

chapter nine;

another's perspective

carrison losst 

after the game ended jaeden walked me home, but only because he lived four houses down from me of course. before we left i could've sworn i saw wyatt shoot him a dirty look, but how would i know? the walk home was... interesting. 

before he walked away to his house he kissed me. on the cheek. it was a cute gesture. 

but i still couldn't get the way wyatt was acting out of my head. was he jealous? hell if i know. 

when i actually got inside, the strong smell of weed filled my nose, unsurprisingly my mom was nowhere to be found. i jogged up the stairs and kicked out my shoes, along with my pants. then i made my way to the bathroom and put on my shower playlist before taking a quick shower. 

i was excited to get to sleep-not that i wanted to go back to school, but i was simply tired. 

but once i actually got into bed, i realized it was damn near impossible. an hour into just laying in the silent darkness, i was thinking. about him. he's arrogant, rude, and he's a snob. i wanted nothing but to punch him sometimes. 

wyatt oleff is an all around sycophantic hypocrite. 

why would he be shooting jaeden dirty looks? did he not think i was good enough to interact with his friends? what was his problem? 

maybe he was simply jealous, because he couldn't make friends with girls because they all saw him as a narcissist. he's to caught up in himself to realize people can't stand him and his attitude. 

after tonight though, i can say he's much tolerable without his ignorant friends from the soccer team. at school they're always around, but that's not surprising considering he's captain of our school's varsity soccer team. that's pretty impressive for a sophomore, and i've only been to around two or three games, but i can tell he sure as hell deserves the position. because of this, wyatt's name was widely known around the school and district. he was loved by many-not including myself.  

jaeden and jack are on the team too, jaeden being goalie, a good one at that. though they're on the soccer team and they're wyatt's friends, they aren't jerks. thankfully, only some of wyatt's friends are douches.

i pulled my hand out from under my soft pillow and reached for the phone on my nightstand. once i found it, i turned it on to be blinded by the light. the time read 2:34 am. i sighed and threw the warm blankets off my legs before pushing myself off the bed entirely. 

i made my way to the bathroom. i opened the drawer and grabbed the benadryl before opening it and pouring some into my hand. i didn't count them, but who cares? i grabbed one of the cup you used to rinse your mouth out, and filled it with water. 

after tossing the tablets into my mouth with the water, i walked back to bed. it's not that i wasn't feeling well, but i was just hoping they'd help me fall asleep. 

they did, soon enough i drifted to sleep. 

the next morning, i woke up to my loud alarm blaring in my ear. i dragged myself out of bed and threw on some knee length shorts that were a gray, almost green color with a dull yellow design,  along with a over sized matching hoodie. i pulled on some black shin high socks with the same design, and white sneakers. 

i grabbed my phone to check the time to see i only had around 5 minutes till finn got here. i quickly grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

 by time i got out the door, finn was already in the driveway. he looked tired, even annoyed. 

"hey." i greeted him as i stepped into the car. he shot me a faint smile. "what's wrong?" 

"i stayed up late yesterday, and now i'm fucking tired." he chuckled. i sighed, me too finn. 

when i walked into school next to finn, wyatt was by his locker. he did look up at me. but instead of glaring of saying something rude like usual, he just looked away. with a smile.

odd.

a/n
yes i know. i fucking suck at updating, but i'm working on a new book. should i publish it now?

published may 29th, 2018