"What was that about?" Maddison and Kate walked over to our table, puzzled.
"He's just tired. I'll go check on him," I smiled.
When I got home, I could tell Jesse was there. The house was a mess, he had knocked everything off the bookshelf and table. I shook my head. At least he made sure not to knock over anything fragile.
"Jesse?" I called. My voice echoed through the house. No reply.
"Jesse Saint James!" I couldn't help but giggle at the nickname I had given him. There was still no reply.
My feet thumped on the old creaky stairs as I made my way to Jesse's room.
"Hey, Jess-" There he was. Curled up on his bed, the way he did when we were younger. I sat next to him on his bed and brushed his hair out of his face. His cheeks were red and puffy, he had been crying. I felt bad for him. His phone buzzed. I picked it up, 'new message from-' "JADE?!"
YOU ARE READING
Why me?
Mystery / ThrillerJade was a regular teenage girl. She had a normal life, with normal friends. But after she dies in a car crash, she'll have to learn to accept the life of the un-dead.
