Wicked Games (book one)

63

song for chapter:
we don't eat - james vincent mcmorrow
| never once has any man I've ever met been able to love |
(highly recommend plus put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
friday

I closed my car door, swinging my backpack over my shoulders as I met raven in the front of my car.

my fingers clicked the lock button on my keys, causing my car to click.

"since when did they become friends again?" ravens eyes were squinted from the sun aiming on us, her head looking at a car diagonal in the parking lot from us.

I looked to the car that she was looking at, seeing both ethan and osman sitting in the front seats of ethans car.

both of them were staring straight forward out of the front windshield. they were talking, but they both looked quiet.

"I didn't know they were." I told her honestly, my eyebrows naturally narrowing.

"what do you think they're talking about?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as her lips were pursed together, biting her cheek.

I shrugged my shoulders lightly as I shook my head. "I don't know." I was still slightly confused, considering osman and I were just at dinner last night and didn't even try and talk to ethan.

"he's been off lately." raven commented as a fact, causing me to turn away from the car and look at her.

"ethan?" I questioned, a small scoff that was mixed with a laugh escaped my mouth. "yeah, I've noticed."

she turned to look at me, now both of us holding an eye contact. "no, osman." her expressions were normal, as if it were obvious.

both of my eyebrows narrowed in a confused manner. "osman?" I questioned.

"you haven't noticed?" she asked, a little bit surprised that I didn't realize. "he's just been different ever since ethan decided to stop caring about everyone." her head turned back to look at them.

my lips parted from each other slightly as I could feel my entire face build a puzzled look. I looked back to osman in the car, a certain sadness laced in his expressions.

everything added up.

I can't believe I've been so focused on myself, that I didn't even notice.

he's given me clues, and I didn't even think twice about them.

what kind of friend am I?

osman's pov

I felt a bit stuck on my words, not knowing what to say. he's changed, he's different. I never know if he's going to snap at me, not that I can't handle it.

it's just different now. everything.

I turned my head to my left, looking at ethan as he stared forward in the driver seat. "what are you doing after school?" I asked, creating conversation.

"I don't know." his eyes continued to look out of the front windshield, his jaw clenching as he chewed his gum. "I'm just ready to fucking go out tonight." his facial expressions stayed plain.