My Mysteries | Poly

Chapter 3. So Wrong Yet So Right

Contains smut.
🚫18+🚫

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I woke up to soft snores and a drooling Jazmin Price. Our legs twisted like a horribly made pretzel. I felt the annoying urge itching at me to go in the bathroom. I poked Jaz to see if she will wake. She didn't even stir. She's dead to the world.

I rolled my eyes as I untangled my body from hers and waddled my way into the bathroom. After showering, I looked at myself in the mirror to see a glowing happy girl staring right back at me. It's all his fault.

I made my way out of the bathroom and faced Jaz sleepily rubbing at her eyes. "Good morning, Le." She mumbled lowly before making her way over to the bathroom as I greeted her back.

I walked towards my closet and took out a light skinny jeans and a sweater.
These days are getting real freaking cold but I love this time of year. When I finished dressing myself, Jaz walked out looking less zombie-like and dropped herself unto the bed before picking up her phone. She frowned and then sighed heavily.

"What is it?" I asked putting on my shoes.

"He still hasn't texted me yet. He hasn't returned any of my texts or my calls." She answered looking down at the carpeted floor swinging her feet so the tiny soft bristles.

She was talking about that same guy from earlier. The dude she hooked up with.

"You should forget about him, J. Because it makes no sense for you to be in your feels for a nigga who clearly can't make any time for you," I said trying to get her out of her suddenly sour mood. She smiled a little.
"You're right, Leah. I mean, if he cared he would've contacted me by now, or at least give me a reason as to why he hasn't said anything as yet." She says quietly. Looking away from her phone to meet my eyes.

"Damn straight. Now come on, go get ready we have a whole day ahead of us." I said. She nodded before I grabbed my stuff and left my room. I went down the stairs and made a bee-line into the kitchen where the scent of breakfast was wafting into the air. My stomach growled at the thought of me stuffing my face with waffles and syrup.

I walked in to see Aiden stuffing his cheeks with his bottom lip jutting out smeared with syrup, mom flipping pancakes and stacking them on a plate and dad making waffles. It was cute to see them in the kitchen with huge smiles on their faces as they danced around to dad's horrible singing. He would make us listen to him sing on road trips or just when he thinks that bursting our eardrums was a good idea.

An old classic played as mom flipped the pancake easily earning a snort from dad.

"Show off." He said under his breath.

"What was that, sweety?" Mom said batting her eyes and smiling sarcastically.

"Nothing, hun." He rushed out before whistling to the tune in the background.

"Good morning my happy, happy family!" I passed around giving kisses to everyone as they greeted me back.
Mom placed a stack of waffles and blueberry pancakes decorated with a very cute but weird-looking heart. Dad probably did that.

I thanked her and looked beside me to see Aiden sucking the syrup off his fingers. His hair framing his face cutely and bright eyes not staring at one place too long. I ruffled his hair earning me a groan of protest.

"Stop it. You're messing up my hair!" He said trying to fix his hair back in place before remembering his hands were dirty.

"Oh? I think your little girlfriend wouldn't be bothered much when she is blushing her face off." I snickered while he glared at me with tinted cheeks.