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three:: when you confront your love.

[my baby, Jules]

THREE: when you confront your love.

"Jade!" Pushing my way past a couple making out, I scanned the area for my sister amongst the stoners. The highlife basically consisted of empty takeout boxes and containers littered all over the ground where a couple people lay staring up at the wooden hood. We were underneath the local beach's boardwalk.

I'd glanced around for a short, brown-haired girl with green eyes and a matching green streak in her hair, my worrying hitching up more every second. I'd seen so many drunken and passed out teenagers, crushed beer cans, and people on the verge of being impregnated, I was about to throw up in the beat up trash can Jade's boyfriend, whatever his name was, -Christian, Carson, Cashier- was sitting on.

Getting closer to him, I'd noticed his pupils slightly dilated as he looked at me with a lopsided grin, "Hey!"

"Hey, Julian, man what's up?" He was swaying slightly as his feet dangled, his smile flawless with an exception of a missing left molar. Chris went to pat my shoulder, almost slipping off of the lid as my arms instinctively shot out to grip his forearms.

I rolled my eyes at Clayton as he let out a 'whoa man', laughing loudly in my face. I grunted, the effort of keeping him up, putting strain on my wrists due to the awkward position. My foot shot back, holding me upright as I almost fell over, "Where's my sister?"

Just then, I'd seen a flash of green as my sister came bounding towards Clifford, her eyebrows raising at me when I wouldn't release him onto her, knowing that he was too much weight for her, "Caspar, baby."

So his name was Caspar? Close enough.

His hands came up to rest on the sides of her face as my hands shook off of him, "J-Lo..." He let out as their lips interlocked and I looked away, bile rising in my throat as I refused to think of where his hands might've been.

He was touching her face.

I coughed, "It's Jade."

I heard a chuckle as I heard rustling, my head snapping over as I'd seen her sitting on him, facing him as they ignored the fact that I was there. Caspar groaned, as his hands sliding down, me standing there horrified, "With a booty like J-Lo-"

My eyes widened before I grabbed my sister's waist and tugged her leach-like grip off of him. Lift with the legs, lift with the legs, "and you're coming with me." Gritting my teeth and tugging, I thanked The Lord that I hadn't tugged too much as she came tumbling off of her boyfriend and I was able to catch her without falling myself.

Latching myself onto her arm, I pulled as I guided here from underneath the boardwalk, ducking when we'd gotten to the unneeded trash bag hung over the edge. Jade however, didn't duck and it smacked her in the face.

She had been drinking heavily.

"How many beers have you had?" I sighed, turns around to face my sister as we made it closer to Dad's old pickup.

"Four," she said holding up her palm, all five fingers raised.

Rolling my eyes, I opened the door, shoving her onto the seat and buckling her seatbelt.

Hopping in, I didn't protest when her head came lolling over to my shoulder, no matter how much she reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, "You're so lucky I don't hate you."

If I did, I'd rat her out.

: : :

"Calum..." I'd been trying to talk to him alone for a while but every time I got him alone, other guys would come up to him or he'd be whisked away into his other friend groups.