Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

8- Déjà Vu

My bedroom door swung open, but I made no move to sit up and look at the intruder. The bed dipped from weight and the blankets were ripped off my body. A cold chill settled over my skin. I felt miserable.

Jaz was staring down at me with a hardened expression. "You have five seconds to explain why you cock-blocked my night before I kill you."

I blankly stared at her before pulling the blanket back up to cover my face. Seconds later, she pulled it down again, her expression softening a bit.

"I saw something bad, something very bad," I said, looking past her head and up at the ceiling. I felt like a zombie. "I don't know what to do." I took her moment of shock to grab the blanket and burrito myself in it, laying on my side.

She could no longer pull it away, so instead she sat on my bed. "On a scale of bug bite to Perez Hilton, how bad?"

"World war 3," I replied, my voice muffled by my pillow.

"Shit," she whispered under her breath before scooting closer. "Should I call the others?"

I shot up, nearly knocking her in the face. "No! Don't do that."

"Why?" she warily asked, eyeing me with suspicion.

"Who do you think the war will be between?" I pointed out. Her face contorted into realization and her shoulders sagged in defeat. "So that's why I had to leave."

Instead of asking me what I saw, she only adjusted herself so she was sitting next to me. I brought my head down to her shoulder, resting it there.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night," I sighed. It wasn't my intention at all.

"No, it's okay. I can tell your night was worse."

I gasped and playfully nudged her. "Are you saying that I look ugly?"

"Like a train wreck," she laughed, nudging me back. "That and your mom was worried that you didn't come down for breakfast."

My eyes flickered to the clock in my room and I realized it was almost noon. "Oh, wow," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Where's Kim?"

"She's at home nursing a terrible headache," she wistfully sighed, as if she was feeling her girlfriend's pain. I couldn't help but grin at how cute they were. "I should get back soon. I told her I was going out to get soup."

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me," I smiled. It took a surprising amount of energy.

She got off the bed and hesitantly looked at me. "About the soup..."

"Take some from the pantry," I laughed, shaking my head.

She appreciatively smiled. "Thanks! I'll text you later, okay?"

I nodded and watched her leave, closing the door behind her. I was once again alone in my cacoon of sadness. 

Instead of wrapping myself into a burrito, I decided to get out of bed and bring some light into the room. I opened my curtains, immediately being blinded.

Once my eyes adjusted, I saw Andrew in his own backyard, tossing around a ball. I smiled at the sight, thinking about all the times I used to stalk him from up here. I sure was creepy.

Shaking my head, I took a hot shower and forced myself to put on clothes instead of just pajamas. I was feeling like shit, and that too without the drinking.

Ironic.

When I was finally dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a black crop top, I went downstairs and was greeted by Ryder. I hadn't kept him in my room last night so this was the first time I was seeing him in a while.