Wicked Games (book one)

7

song for chapter:
valleys - honors
| nothing scares me and that's what I'm afraid of |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

friday
jaylee's pov

i sat at the lunch table feeling different than I usually do on a normal school day.

there's no way I would be able to put my finger on the exact feeling it is that I'm feeling, but it's almost a good feeling.

let me explain...
nothing ever happens to me, ever.

I'm never the one people dare each other to go talk to, and that's because I don't put myself out there.

I'm never the one to win a prize, and that's because my luck is awful.

I'm never the one to get invited places, and that's because I don't care enough to go out and make friends.

I'm never the one to get anything.

maybe today I feel different because something interesting is actually happening for once in my whole life.

it might not be something completely good, but it's something that makes my adrenaline rush, and that's something I haven't felt in a long time.

it's almost like my body is craving that certain rush.

"you guys wanna link up before the party and smoke?" jensen asked as he twisted his water bottle cap back on.

"do you have blunts?" sammy raised his eyebrow while looking up from his phone.

jensen's eyebrows narrowed as if sammy were being stupid. "you kidding? I always have blunts."

"I have my brothers bong too if the blunts start to get old." cesar chipped in while putting his phone down onto the table.

my eyes automatically rolled without even realizing it.

I will never understand why people feel the need to get fucked up constantly without true reasoning.

there's is absolutely nothing wrong with being sober. they act like it's against the law to be sober at school, at a party, or even just at home.

"do you have somethin' to say?" sammy's voice was strong, causing me to turn my head upwards to him.

"what?" my eyebrows narrowed in defense from his sudden attitude.

"well you rolled your eyes, I assume you have something to say." he shrugged, crossing his arms and placing them onto the table.

"well, I don't." I told him as I leaned back into my chair, keeping my eyes locked on him.

his eyes didn't leave mine, not even for a second. he continued to look into my eyes almost as if he were trying to read me.

slowly, a small smirk began to creep onto his face, "you wanted to smoke with us before the party, didn't you?"

immediately my eyebrows raised at his incorrect assumption, "you're kidding right?"