Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
can't love myself - monty datta
| oh how I love you, I can't love myself |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
monday

my arms were crossed, squeezing my biceps as I impatiently waited in the hallway. nerves buzzed around my stomach, creating a pit.

I watched all of the people pass by me, having pointless conversations as they walked with each other. my eyes continuing to search for sammy.

my teeth chewed on my bottom lip from being so anxious; not being able to help it.

the uneasy, yet familiar feeling of sammy's arms wrapped around my shoulders causing my neck to shrink from being uncomfortable.

"hey." his hot breath hit against my ear causing my eyes to close tight, hating him being so touchy with me.

without saying anything, I turned around to face him while slowly pushing him away from me-trying my best to stay non aggressive.

after letting go of me, his eyebrows narrowed being confused as to why I wasn't going along with what he was doing. "what?" his voice laced with attitude.

I shook my head as I inhaled a deep breath, looking down the hallway trying to avoid as much eye contact with him as possible.

my body became less tense, almost as if it was comforting to see ethan, grayson and froy watching me.

they were holding a conversation with a large group of guys, but their eyes were focused on me as they talked to each other; like they were watching out for me.

grayson's jaw was clenched tightly with his arms stayed crossed, looking pissed.

ethan had both of his hands tucked into the pockets of his letterman jacket, his eyes looking over his shoulder at me as him and froy continued to whisper.

not wanting sammy to see, I looked away from them quickly, regaining eye contact with sammy.

"we need to talk." I exhaled a breath as I kept my arms crossed, letting him know I was serious.

his eyes looked me up and down like he was trying think about what could be wrong. "okay." his voice stayed low as he crossed his arms, standing in front of me.

his back leaned against the locker as he waited for me to speak.

my head aimed down to my feet, preparing myself for whatever my future words were going to lead to.

I lifted my head, looking back up to him. "this planned out future thing we have going on," I hesitated trying to find the right words. "it's not working."

almost instantly, he tilted his head slightly as his eyebrows narrowed harshly. "what do you mean it's not working?" his voice was low and intimidating.

"this forced relationship that we've been doing for almost a year, it's over." I shrugged lightly not having much to say. "I'm not doing it anymore."

I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster, feeling a rush of energy that I haven't felt. it felt reckless, like I was stepping out of my comfort zone.