Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
promise - ben howard offical
| promise me this, you'll wait for me only |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
friday, before the party.

I walked up the cement side walk, leading up to ethan and graysons house. two cars parked in the drive way, both which belonged to each of them.

I could feel a pit of nerves begin to fill inside my stomach, yet I also felt on edge like I was ready to release every thought that had been on my mind.

this talk with grayson is either gonna go great, or hurt like a bitch. I really can't see it going any other way.

my jaw clenched tightly out of anxiousness as I approached the front door, my fist coming into contact with the wooden door.

I waited patiently on the porch, the light outside was orange from the sun going down. my lips rubbed together as my hand repeatedly tapped the side of my leg impatiently.

a figure stepped in front of the blurry glass on the opposite side of the door. he grabbed the handle, fully opening the door.

my entire face had completely dropped in emotion, my lips splitting apart from each other slightly as I looked at ethan.

apart of my heart felt torn, it seems to happen every fucking time that I look at him.

but due to what happened with osman, my blood started to feel like it was boiling, my anger was rising by the second the longer I looked at his face.

"you piece of shit." I mumbled aggressively without breaking apart my teeth, my hands pushing against his chest hard in order to release some of my frustration.

he stumbled back slightly, but easily recovered. "woah." his eyes were wide as he gave me a look as if I were crazy, clearly confused.

I shook my head at him as I looked at him with disgust. "you fucking knew how he felt about you and you just sat there and did nothing about it." both of my eyebrows narrowed sharply at him.

almost instantly, a stern look covered his face as he realized what I was talking about.

he looked absolutely pissed at what I just said. "you don't know what you're talking about." his voice was low, sounding direct.

a scoff left my mouth as I looked him up and down, trying to figure out who the person in front of me even is. "how many people are you gonna hurt before you come to your senses?" I questioned, truly wanting to know.

he didn't move, not even a budge. his hazel eyes were pinned on me, keeping the same stern look on his face. his jaw tightened as he looked at me, but he didn't say a word.

I rolled my eyes as I looked away from him, amother scoff escaping my mouth. "pathetic." I spoke in a harsh tone. "where's grayson?" my eyes looked back to him.

"upstairs." he answered shortly, fully standing in the way of the door frame looking like he didn't plan on moving out of the way.

without saying anything, I pushed past him causing his shoulder to open up as I walked into the house.

"sure, come in." his voice laced with sarcasm as he shut the door behind us. Ignoring him, I continued walking through the house, then making my way upstairs.