Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
darlin' - goodbye june
| you don't know what you've done to me, but it works and I hate it |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
1:15am

walking, I turned onto sammy's street as I kept my hands inside the pockets of my jacket to keep me warm.

my heart felt like it was pounding, but I kept my breathing steady in order to calm my nerves.

I shouldn't even be having doubts that ethan is out doing me wrong, but there is just something so off about this; about everything.

my eyes shifted upwards to grayson getting out of his car. he stood up straight as he looked at me walking towards him, then shut his car door.

slipping his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his body was drooped—looking tired. "you better have a good reason for this." he spoke in a raspy tone from being sleep deprived.

I turned my head in all different directions, seeing that ethan's car wasn't anywhere on the street.

without saying anything, I walked past grayson as my feet were walking directly towards sammy's house.

soon it was grass crunching under my shoes through his yard, seeing that all of the lights were out inside of his house.

my eyes landed on sammy's bedroom window—it being dark from the lights being out. both of my hands cupped over my eyes as I pressed my forehead against the window in order to see inside.

"jaylee, what's going on?" graysons voice sounded beyond confused, not understanding what it was that I was so determined to find out.

looking into the window, I saw sammy was laying in his bed looking like he was sound asleep, not being interrupted by anything.

my adrenaline began to kick in from the feeling of my breathing accelerating slightly—realizing ethan didn't come here.

I guess apart of me hoped that this was where ethan came, because him showing up to sammy's house means that the thought of him doing me wrong was completely out of the picture.

"will you tell me what we're doing?" grayson stayed standing in the middle of sammy's yard, watching me.

slowly, I took my hands away from the window as I stepped away from it—feeling my mood start to fall.

I turned my head to look at grayson, letting my lips rub together as negative thoughts began to fill inside of my head, thinking only the worst.

walking towards him, I shook my head out of disappointment. "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid." my eyes looked down as I kept walking.

"j." his hand grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking past him, and causing me to look back up at him. "talk to me."

I shrugged my shoulders, looking back towards sammy's window. "I thought that ethan would be here." my eyes then looked back to grayson.

both of his eyebrows narrowed in a confused manner. "why would he be at sammy's house?" he spoke with a questioning tone.