Rebel 》 Jyatt

Chapter Fifteen

Jaeden

Wyatt and I are sitting in my room, working on our final. Well I'm working on our final. Wyatt is doing something in his phone, and not being very helpful.

"Wyatt?" I question.

No response.

"Wyatt.." I say louder. I put down my paint brush, and get up from my chair.

"Wyatt." I say more sternly, taking his phone from his hand, setting it on my desk. I go and sit on his lap.

"Will you pay attention to me?"

"Who said I'm not?" He groans, setting his hands on my hips.

"Your phone." I roll my eyes.

"Come on babe.."

"What? It seems likes it's more important than me."

"I was just talking to Nic, dont worry okay?"

I dont have the best feeling about this.

"Okay.. I-I wont." I sigh.

"Good." He gives me a quick peck on the lips. "Want to go get some a drink from downstairs? We can work when we get back"

I get off his lap and walk towards my door.

"Done already?" Finn smirks.

"Huh?" I ask confused

"Shh Finn." Wyatt smirks, "let us keep his innocent mind."

I roll my eyes and get me a coke from the fridge.

"Got anything stronger than a coke?" Wyatt laughs, looking through my fridge.

He pulls out a bottle of raspberry flavored vodka from the back of the fridge.

"Wyatt.." I warn.

"I wont have a lot, get me a cup, please?"

I grab a glass from the cupboard and hand it to him. He pours some into the cup, half way full.

"That much?" He gives me a stren look. "Sorry- let's go"

"We will be down when we finish, try not to have too much fun without us."

"And we are done." I set down my paint brush and hold up our masterpiece.

"Babe we did such a good job!"

"We did, even though I did most of it.."

"Sorry I wasn't much help." He rolls his eyes and takes a drink.

"Wyatt, I was just joking."

"That doesnt matter Jaeden. Dont need to treat me like shit."

"I'm not treating you like shit. I was just joking. I'm sorry." Wyatt gets up and leaves.

"Wyatt come back please-"

"Back off Jaeden!" He yells from down the hall. I groan and run upstairs.

"Wyatt what did I do?" I run up behind him. He pours himself another drink.

"Wyatt stop." I take the bottle from his hand.

"Just back off." He pushes me aside.

"Wyatt! Where are you going?" He is walking toward the front door.

"I'm leaving." He slams the door behind him. I look up at the 3 faces, who look worried.

I sigh, putting the bottle in back in the fridge.