Living with a Jerk

Chapter 11

MUST READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!
BAD NEWS!! This chapter would be the last update for the entire month because my Christmas exams are coming up and I REALLY need to focus. I gotta study like crazy in order for me to ace all my test. I hope you guys understand❤❤but don't worry, as soon as my exams are over, I'd update ASAP! and to make up for all the time I'm not gonna be updating, this chapter is going to be longer than the previous chapters. At least I think it is. Again, I really hope you guys understand, I'm as disappointed as you guys are. Anyway , I hope you lovelies enjoy the chapter!! Love you guys❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤✋✋(*^▽^*)

When Jason and I got to Josh's white KIA, he sat on the right side of the car while I sat on the left. He says that everything's fine but I'm not stupid. I I know when something's wrong and he's making it ridiculously obvious that it's indeed not fine. I sighed and turned to look out my window. I'm not gonna bother. If he wants to act like an immature brat then whatever, that's his problem. A few minutes of silence went by and I couldn't take it.

"Jason...what's wrong?" I asked and turned my body around to face him.

"Nothing's wrong Carter." He muttered, but he didn't look at me. He just kept staring out the window.

A part of me hurt, knowing that he wouldn't even look at me.

"Is it because of what you told me last night? The fact that I fell asleep when you were telling me something? If it is...I'm sorry. In my defence though, I was really tired plus my head was still hurting from hiting it so hard." I touched my forehead and realized that the bandage was still there.

Jason finally turned to look at me but his face was as cold and emotionless as ice.

"Carter, this is the last time I'm gonna say it. Nothing. Is. Wrong. Just forget it. Okay?"

I studied him for a few seconds and then nodded and muttered a soft OK. Okay, so its pretty obvious that he's mad so I'm just gonna give him some space. I suddenly felt guilty because its all my fault he's like this. But...what can I do? I can't rewind to last night and fix things. Sadly.

"Hey, Josh can I get a phone call please?"

"Sure." Josh took his phone out from his jeans pocket and passed it to me. I nervously dialed in my dad's number and hit 'call' .Oh dear lord. He's gonna freak.

"Hello?" My dad answered, worry evident in his voice.

"Dad?" I answered back.

"Naomi? Naomi! Oh my god are you okay?! Where are you?! Shit, you had me worried sick!"