ophelia; j.k.

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april 10th

ophelia wasn't nervous anymore.

she wasn't even sober.

she had about 4 tequila shots and a bottle of wine in her system.

she hadn't felt this good in ages. she felt
carefree, and happy.

the boys had put on some records, and since their parents weren't home, the volume was turned all the way up.

she was dancing on the table, something she said she would never do. she hated to be one of those cliche girls.

she dropped the empty bottle of wine on the ground, and as she stepped down from the chair to clean it up, she cut herself.

all the boys looked to her, and saw the blood.

"can one of you guys clean this up?" jake asked.

the two brothers nodded.

jake helped her up from the floor, and practically carried her upstairs to the bathroom.

he grabbed a wet cloth and dabbed at the cut on her hand, before grabbing some wrap from god knows where, and wrapping the cut up.

ophelia sat there, staring at jake in the eyes. she was drunk, and was kind of oblivious to everything.

jake stood over her, with his hands on the counter on either side of her.

without even thinking, she pressed her lips to his.

he was shocked, to say the least, but he went with it.

his hands moved to her cheeks, then to her hips.

she hopped off the counter and pushed jake out of the bathroom, into the bedroom.

she quickly removed her shirt, breaking the kiss for seconds, before attaching her lips to his again.

"ophelia," jake spoke into the kiss. she hummed before moving her mouth to his neck.

"you're super drunk right now. we can't do this."

she moved back to his lips. she fumbled with his belt, trying to undo it.

then she started crying.

she tried to hide it by deepening the kiss, but jake felt the tears on his face, and pulled away.

"ophelia, what's wrong?"

she didn't look at jake. she couldn't.

he tilted her head up so she was looking at him. her hands were quick to move over her chest, her breasts spilling out of her too small bralette.

jake sighed at the sight of her. she was so beautiful, but in this moment looked so small and broken.

"i miss her," she cried.

this was the first time she had really talked about lacey, other than briefly with jake at the bar.

he pulled her in for a hug, and he just held her.

"i'm so mad at her." ophelia pulled away, and turned so her back was facing jake.

he didn't want to see her like this; hurting.

"she just fucking left. no goodbye, no nothing. i don't want to be mad at her but goddamnit i am." ophelia pulled at her roots as she cried more.

jake didn't know what to say.

he approached her from behind, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

she cried harder.

"god, i fucking loved her."