the latter | andrew clark ✅

three

Sleep doesn't seem to be on Jamie's agenda today, as she's forced from her semi-conscious state from a loud snapping sound. Her neck cracks loudly as she turns her head, discovering Allison trying to eat her hand.

Moments pass before she looks up from her nails, taking notice of the eyes on her. Allison responds silently, sticking her hand back in her mouth and biting off another nail.

"You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." She responds by spitting a nail towards the duo.

"I've seen you before you know," John states, pointing at her. Jamie scoffs quietly, mindlessly picking at the wrap on her knuckles. She's gotten so used to the cloth it seems to be glued to her.

Her nails pick at the pinkish cloth across her hand, exposing the wound to the cold air. She hisses quietly but continues to admire the blood, it looking more like jam now as it's dried to her knuckles.

She bites the inside of her cheek, a feeling of guilt beginning to fill her intestines. However, she ignores it, hoping it disappears from the acid in her stomach.

"Oh shit!" John exclaims, forcing his sibling from their thought. "What're we s'posed to do if we hafta' take a piss?" he wonders aloud.

"Oh God," Jamie grins, pulling the glasses from her face, allowing them to dangle from her fingers.

"If you gotta go..." The smile on Jamie's face disappears, hearing John's zipper.

"Oh my God!" Claire exclaims.

"Hey, you're not urinating in here man!" Andrew orders. In the corner of his eye he can see Jamie scoot her chair away from her brother.

"Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" With that being said, Jamie moves away a bit more, dragging the chair on the carpet.

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Jamie looks up, not liking the way she talks to her brother. A sly smirk grows across her face she leans over the table.

"You look pretty hot when you get angry." The words seemingly roll off her tongue, an unknown look crossing her face. Andrew turns in his seat, not wanting to see the expression again.

"Hey homeboy." Brian looks over, a look of confusion across his face. "Why don't you go close that door. We'll get the prom queen-- impregnated!" John grins evilly, turning his sight on the "prom queen", who only glares.

"Hey!" Andrew exclaims. John ignores him, keeping his sight on Claire. Jamie raises a brow, a feeling starting to form in her gut. "Hey!"

"What?" John asks dramatically, annoyance in his voice.

"If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man!"

"Totally?" The sarcasm just drips from his voice.

"Totally."

"Such tension," Jamie grumbles.

"Why don't you guys shut up?!" Claire butts in. "Nobody here is interested."

"Really!" Andrew adds on.

"I happen to be," Jamie objects, raising a pointer finger lazily. "What'd you do to get in here, Sporto? Forget to wash your jock?"

"Look, just because you two live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass so knock it off!"

The duo look at each other before stating in unison,"It's a free country."

"They're just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore them," Claire adds on, not helping the conflict one bit.

"Sweets, you couldn't ignore us if you tried," John states, a smirk on his face. Solence emits before he wonders, "So, what do you think they are, Jamie?"

"They're probably boyfriend and girlfriend," Jamie declares, pointing at the preps.

"Nah, they're lovers, man," he adds on.

"No, you know what?" Jamie grins, leaning over the table. "Sporto over there probably slips her the hot...beef... injection," she drags words out, her smile growing wider at their reaction.

"Go to hell!"

"Enough!" they preps screams, creating a large smirk across the siblings' lips.