Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
give me love - ed sheeran
| and it's been a while, but I still feel the same |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
day of graduation, 1:20am

my chest breathed up and down steadily, hardly moving in slow motions. my eyes stayed open to look up at the ceiling, but it was close to being pitch dark—almost unseeable.

my bedroom was absolutely motionless. silent, and it felt as if it were empty. just me and my thoughts.

the continuous thought that I am leaving everyone that I have grown up with here, everyone that I've met, and my home town has been stopping me from falling asleep.

this is the moment I've been waiting for since six months ago when the semester started. I've been waiting to leave this shitty town, and now I finally am.

moving down south with my mom is going to be difficult. even though I won't be staying in the same house as her, I'll still be getting check up's with her every now and then.

maybe that's why I can't sleep, because I'm anxious about moving away from the city I grew up in.

or, maybe it's because everyone is splitting up and going different directions in life and I might never see any of them again.

apart of me feels like there's still something I have to do, or like there is unfinished business here.

I don't know what it is, but it's just bothering me.

maybe it's the fact that grayson and I resolved everything and the thought of going to different colleges is slowly killing me because I know we won't talk that much.

or maybe it's that I'm worried about osmans mental health. having to keep up with ethan dragging him along on his leash. he won't hold up well.

or maybe it's just me.

maybe I haven't gotten all of my emotions out and that's why I still feel so stuck and in constant pain.

my phone vibrated on my pilllow, causing me to jump slightly from the sudden noise. my room lit up a tint of light blue from my lock screen being on.

I squinted my eyes, not liking the sudden light being on in my room. my body rolled over onto my hip as I took my phone off of the pillow and into my hands.

letting my eyes adjust, I looked at the notification that had popped up on the screen.

unknown: nobody's gonna love you better than me

everything inside me felt like it had been put onto pause, even my heart. my eyes read over the text repeatedly, feeling the rate of my heart stay the same except it was pounding, not beating.

ethan.

it has to be.

there's absolutely no way that it's not him.

like osman said at the diner, ethan has been mocking me for a reason. he stares at me in the halls. he stopped me before I left yesterday.