Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
I'll come back for you - max
| baby don't be jealous, I'll come back for you, back some day for you |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
thursday

(short chapter)

walking down the main hallway of school, I turned on my phone to look at my lock screen.

I pressed the back button on the song that was playing, causing it to restart.

there's certain songs that just set the mood for my whole day, and this was one of them. one of those days, and one of those songs.

my phone vibrated, causing my eyes to slightly squint down to my screen.

a text from osman.

osman: what are you doing after school today?

the corner of my mouth curved upwards, feeling a warmth fill inside of my body.

one of the many reasons I love osman, he's never not been there for someone when somethings wrong. whether it's been me, ethan, grayson, froy... he's always there.

me: not anything specific, just really don't want to go home

osman: let's grab some dinner

me: dee's diner?

osman: perfect
osman: just come to my car after school then after we eat I'll drop you off back at your car

me: sounds good

I exhaled a deep breath, feeling a small weight lift from my shoulders. I don't think he realizes how much it truly means to me for him to reach out to me like this.

my thumb clicked the power button, turning off my phone as I slipped it into the pocket of my puffer jacket before continuing to walk towards my first period class.

I turned down the side hallway, having the atmosphere immediately become more quiet from less kids being in the hall.

fadedly in the distance, behind the sound of my music, my ears started to pick up on the sound of laughter that was threaded with masculinity.

seeing who turned the corner and was walking in my direction caused my heart to instantly fall straight to my stomach.

ethan was walking with a few of the guys, as usual. and, no surprise, yet another girl. but something took me off guard.

all of the guys were talking with the girl. for the first time, it wasn't ethan who was laughing with the guys at something that probably wasn't even funny.

grayson was walking with ethan, behind a few of the guys—a stern look on his face.

grayson had a tight grip on ethans arm as he tried to make him listen to what he had to say, but ethans facial expressions looked beyond annoyed. like he didn't give a single fuck.

keeping my headphones in, I stared straight forward as I put both of my hands into the pockets of my jacket—having no intention to talk to any of them.