psycho | jaeden lieberher

thirty

Around 7:30 my mom sends me out with her car to pick up our take out we called in for. I drive to the Chinese restaurant on the other side of town, because the one in town is shitty as hell, to pick up the food. When I tell the guy behind the register my name he says it will be done in 10 minutes, so I go back to sit in my car rather than sitting in the semi-crowded kinda-dusty restaurant. I open my windows so I can leave the air off, and just blast music from my phone without the aux cord. I've noticed that whenever I'm sad I play one specific band, Mom Jeans, probably the most emo rock band I'll ever be caught listening to. Despite my normal hate for teenage angst, I like their music a lot. 

"Corinne?" A guys voice, a voice that sounds exactly like every other guy I might knows' voice. I turn my head to see the guy that somehow recognized me despite my messy bun, sweatshirt, and sunglasses, a look I never would wear in public if I was on my side of town. Expecting literally anyone from a range of people I hang with to random ass nerds who maybe have a crush on me, I find myself looking up at Wyatt fucking Oleff.

"Oh. Hey, Wyatt." I smile through the gapping hole of my open car window. I don't even bother turning the music down, because quite frankly I don't care if goddamn Wyatt Oleff has a problem with it.

"Mom Jeans, huh? Isn't that a little too hardcore for you?" The words leave his mouth at an intense speed, almost as if he's scared that I'll actually hear it.

"I like hardcore." I grin, praying the 15 minutes since I got back in my car will pass soon so I can go get my food.

"Jaeden loves their music." Wyatt just fucking stands outside of my car door, with a tone close to screaming due to my lack of lowering my phone volume.

"I know." I just nod. I didn't actually know that. I mean I knew he liked a song or two, because he knew I liked a song or two, but we never actually discussed loving their music.

Wyatt shrugs and makes this scared face, like he just realized he probably shouldn't be doing what he's doing. Then he drops the scared face, clearly about to do it anyway. "He misses you. Actually wait are you ever broken up? Like he told me you're fighting and he misses you but, I don't know the actual situation-"

"I don't know." I cut him off. How could I answer his question of if Jaeden and I are completely over if I'm not even sure if we are.

"Do you want to break up? 'Cause if you do, do it soon, because whatever you are now is really hurting him."

I want to call Jaeden out. I want to say that he has Emily Skinner, that he shouldn't be hurting, that he shouldn't care about me. "He shouldn't miss me." I let slip out.

"Why not?" He more of says it than asks it, like he doesn't even think there is a possibility that Jaeden doesn't miss me. I decide to pause the music now, seeing this conversation is going to be more fucking serious than I'd hoped.

"Because of why this fight or break up for whatever the fuck it is started." I soon get that he doesn't even know why this started, because of the fact that for the first time in his life he doesn't respond within a goddamn second. "Him and Emily?" I hint.

"What about him and Emily? They're friends." 

"I saw them together being all flirty and shit, after he lied to me about plans." I shorten the whole story, just wanting to be able to go get my goddamn Chinese food.

"Well yeah she likes him, but he likes you." Wyatt smiles a little, which shows off his dimple. It's a cute dimple, but no amount of cuteness can restrain my little feud with Wyatt Oleff.

"He didn't act like it when  I confronted him." I respond sharply.

"You need to realize that Jaeden is new at this. He's never been in a serious relationship, he's never had a public girl friend, he's never had two girls liking him at the same time. He has insanely strong feelings for you, Corinne, and he doesn't really know how to handle them."

"I know that but he said he doesn't know-"

Wyatt cuts me off, "He told me he's falling in love with you, Corinne."

"Really?" I can't help but smile. I feel myself blushing as the covers of my mouth rise to my cheeks.

"Yeah. And I believe him." He kind of laughs, like he knows how much this is affecting me.

"So what should I do about it?"