Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
don't leave - snakehips
| you look at me, I stare at you |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
after school

"got any plans after graduation?" osman asked, reaching for a french fry from the basket that was placed in between us on the table.

I shrugged my shoulders as I swallowed the sip of water I had taken. "I was going to go to a singing school, but I guess I just don't have the passion for it anymore." my eyes stayed looking downwards.

both of his eyebrows narrowed at me. "I didn't know you sang?" his voice laced with confusion.

an awkward laugh left my mouth, "yeah, no one really did." my lips pursed together as I bit the inside of my cheek. "only a few people." my tone lowered as the thought of ethan threaded into my mind.

"what about plans for graduation night? you going to any of the parties?" he asked, his hand reaching for his cup as he brought the rim up to his lips.

my hand reached for a fry, tossing it into my mouth. "when even is graduation?" I asked, both eyebrows furrowed since I haven't thought about it much.

he took a second to swallow the water in his mouth. "june third, I think." he informed.

I let out a small groan, feeling a weight of stress pour onto my shoulders. "that's so soon." I put both of my elbows onto the table, my hands covered my face.

a small laugh escaped his lips at my actions. "I know, time has been flying recently." he shook his head a bit, his fingers dipping another fry into ketchup.

I moved my hands away from my face, now crossing them over each other on the table. "I can't believe in less than two weeks we will be out of here." my eyes watched him pick at the food.

he paused for a second, his tongue licking the inside of his cheek as he thought to himself.

"four years of our lives we went to this school together, and I only knew you for six months." his voice sounded like he was disappointed in himself. "If I could change that I would." his eyes shifted upwards to me.

"awh, osman." I leaned forward, keeping my hands in my lap. "don't get all soft on me." a smile crossed my lips, not showing my teeth.

his eyes squinted as his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not, you're still a loser." a small chuckle left his mouth to show he was just messing around.

I shook my head as a wide smile crossed my lips, a small laugh coming from my mouth. "fuck you."

his eyes grew soft as he admired me, "you seem like you're doing better." his voice sounded like he was proud of me in a way.

I inhaled a deep breath from the sudden curve in conversation. "not really, no." I admit to him, not bothering to try to hide that it doesn't still hurt.

his lips curved inwards as he rubbed them together. "I really wish he'd realize what he's missing out on. you cared about him so much." he leaned back against the back of the booth.

"you don't have to uptalk me just to make me feel better." I shook my head lightly as my eyes stayed looking down at my hands on the table.