The Bad Boy, My Best Friend and Me (PAUSED)

Chapter Four

I walked through the front door, my cheeks slightly flushed from the cloud air outside. Jazz soon followed me and shut the door quietly behind me. The house felt eerily silent as I made my way into the kitchen. I placed my keys on the table and sighed heavily. My legs were numb to the bone and my arms were covered with goose bumps.

“Go upstairs Lea and put some clothes on, you still got the clothes on from the party,” Jazz said, looking down at my dress.

I nodded and made my way upstairs. I went into my room and yanked open my wardrobe. I slipped off my dress and put on a pair of jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt. My body felt warm and comfortable as I made my way back down the stairs. Jazz was sitting on the sofa looking at the TV, but the TV wasn’t even on. She was just staring at it, a blank look on her face.

“Jazz,” I said hesitantly, as I walked slowly towards her. “You okay?”

Silence. The only sound I could hear was my and her own breathing.

“Jazz, say something,” I said rising my voice slightly, in case she couldn’t hear me.

She didn’t even move. All I saw was the rise and fall of her shoulders, indicating that she was breathing.

“Where’s your mum?” she asked suddenly.

I jumped slightly at the sudden outburst.

“Um…uh… I don’t know. Out somewhere I think,” I replied sitting next to her.

She said nothing else just continued to stare at the blank screen. Minutes passed and the silence was becoming more and more tense. Soon it became too much and I had to break the silence.

“What are you thinking about Jazz?” I asked looking at her.

She turned and stared at me in the eyes. I could see her eyes were full of small contained tears.

“Nothing, it’s just… I can’t help but think about the party. What you went through…” she stopped suddenly, her voice fading.

“Jazz, stop. It’s in the past, it’s over. Just forget about it, because I want to,” I said.

“How can I forget it,” she whispered. “What happened to you… how can I forget?”

I said nothing, just stared at her.

“You’re my best friend Lea, just imagining that happening to you. The pain and humiliation you must of went through. How weak you must of felt-”

“Please, Jazz,” I said holding up my hand. “Shut up. Don’t make me feel any worse.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Let’s forget it Jazz and get on with our lives,” I said.