Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
find what you're looking for - olivia o'brien
| I always knew you'd be the one to break me down, no, it's not fun to be the girl you hit and run,
wish you were sorry for the things you've done |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
monday

my eyes stared out the car window, as I held my chin in my hand—thinking about everything.

it's been five days, but it feels like it's been weeks. everyday that goes by feels as if it's going in slow motion, and it's making me think that maybe I'm not strong enough to get through this—or get over him for that matter.

one of my biggest concerns is grayson. he hasn't reached out to me in any sort of way, and it doesn't help that I haven't even seen him in the hallways.

him and I were so close, and in my heart I can feel a piece that feels broken not from ethan, but from grayson.

I just want to talk to him face to face, because out of all people, I don't want to lose him.

ethan was and still is extremely painful to even fucking think about, adding grayson into the mix would make it a level of pain I don't want to feel.

"you coming?" ravens voice caused all of my attention to be put back into reality.

I lifted my head from my hand, turning to look at her in the drivers seat. I was caught off guard by the fact that I didn't even notice that she had turned off the ignition.

I exhaled a large breath as I replaced my face into the grip of my hand, looking back out of the window. "no." I simply told her.

she placed one of her arms onto the steering wheel, and the other on her seat as she fully turned to look at me. "jaylee, you can't hide from school forever."

I turned back to her, leaning my back against the corner of the seat and the door. "I'm not hiding from school." my eyes stayed looking down at my hands as they picked at each other.

"you're hiding from ethan?" she spoke in a tone as if it were a question, but we both know that she knows the answer to that.

my hands let go of each other as my eyes rolled, looking out of the front windshields the car. "it's humiliating." I complained.

"no,"she laughed at me as if I were being completely ridiculous. "he's an ass, and he knows it." her eyes squinted as her tone was feisty. "that's what's humiliating."

"no," I corrected her. "what's humiliating is having to see him in school while he damn well knows I still love him." I admit with full honesty, not even bothering to hide it because everyone knows it's true.

"screw that." she spoke with laughter as her head turned to look out of the front window of the car, a smile spread across her lips.

both of my eyebrows furrowed at her, being confused as to what she was talking about. "huh?"

her eyes looked back to me, "you need to walk in there, and own yourself. show him that he's the one missing out." she spoke in a tone threaded with hype.

she sounds like a seventh grade football coach trying to get one of the players to stop crying just because they are down a few points.