Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 48

Jaden's POV:

You'd think that day continued as a normal one, wouldn't you?

It didn't, It totally fucking lopsided.

I came home to find Mom and Dad trying to fix the television, because only one tiny struck of dull lightning had to fuck up all the TV's in our house.

In the middle of the day, I went to my backpack to file out the assignments I was asked to do at home, and guess what, a single pen decided to explode inside my backpack, filling the first pages in blue ink.

Had to ask someone to send me pictures of the assignments.

Last but not least, later that day, Claire began feeling sick, until she vomitted in my bathroom. Mom and Dad came to check.

We were all dreading our entire lives the moment we got to the hospital.

Was this all some kind of fucking Karma, a joke?

It was obnoxious, as If I was being mistreated by not only the world, but my entire existence.

What did I do so wrong to get me this far down in the gutter.

After an hour long of waiting like dying seagulls, she was given medicine and we all got back home around 2:00 a.m.

I was careful as I put my sister down in her bed, her mind completely sorrow-less and drifted from the real world.

I followed her same steps and got into bed.

Rolled to one side, then to the other.

After long minutes of trying my best to shut an eye, my phone starts vibrating next to me.

I feel dumb as I pick up my head from the freezing pillow, and actually give attention to that little piece of crap.

I take it between my palm and fingers, answering without reading the name.

"Who?" I croak into the phone.

"Oh, you're up" An acute voice dials in my ear.

I squint my eyes, reading the Caller ID on the screen.

Camille.

"What do you want?" I coughed, internally.

It's three in the morning.
Three.. in the fucking.. morning.

Cam giggles through the phone, and It's enough to make my head fall back on the pillow, my arm pulling the phone away so her giggle wouldn't burst my ear.

"So I told Signa about you and me." She blankly said.

"That's why you call at three in the fucking morning?" I groan into the phone.

I'm the only one making sound in this room, this house, and probably the entire neighborhood.

"Yeah, It's fucking friday. What are you.. eighty?"

"Why would you fucking care If I'm tired" I roll my eyes in my head. It's not something I could do now, so I just imagined It to myself.

"'Kay.. dumbass." Camille sighed intensely into the phone. What a loud fucking noise she gives out for someone who just wants to sleep.

The next words were dead to me though; "Wanna go on a date tomorr-"

I hung up before I could listen to the rest of her question. I even turned the phone off after holding the off button for a quaint amount of time, so I wouldn't recieve another call until thr next day.

I wouldn't even know what to say to her. I really don't want to take her out.. or have her take me out.

The eternal sigh that fled out of my mouth right after putting my phone away had calmed my nerves almost immediately.

Once I curled up into a ball and hugged the pillow like a wimp, my whole brain fell loose.

Guess who got up to vomit at 5:00 a.m.?

Your boy, Hossler.

I seemed dumbfounded as I took a seat beside the bath, and let my head fall on the ledge.

My lashes brushed on my cheeks. My eyes burned, and my throat itched.

I'd brushed my teeth, and tried my best to make the most minimal sounds just so I would save my whole family from getting up. They all needed to rest.

And I did too..

"Jaden, hey" A slap hits the side of my cheek.

...

"JADEN!" Another astounding slap reverberates on the side of my other cheek.

I wince at the shock.

Claire sat atop my body, her hands to the sides, ready to hit me again If I didn't wake up.

I pushed her off immediately once I realized I was still in the bathroom.

The daylight from the sky shined inside the bathroom, but the only thing I could care to concentrate on for now was another spank of a hand coming closer to my face every tiny milisecond.

"Stop! ..For fuck's sakes" I grabbed her hand and she giggled right in front of me.

She got up from my legs and ran out the bathroom, "Fo' fucks sakeeees" Claire growled as, repeating the word as she ran around the house, so on.

I placed my palm on my face. They're gonna fucking kill me for teaching her the no-no word.

At least she seems better than last night, unlike me.

I stiffen my breath, before letting go again.

The excruciating pain I felt in my neck from sleeping against the bath.. is enough to make me wince just at the slightest movement.

My mind howls to itself. It sends me a message, some kind of reminder, that I had to do something.. but what was It.

Camille..

..Signa.

Why do I have to fucking pick.
I never used to pick between girls, I just went for them.

Even Caleb's done this. He's been with both Camille, and then Brina, who ended up becoming friends.. as If everything was completely normal between them.

Although, Cam is like a snake. When you least expect It, she fucks everything up, like she did with me and Signa.

Is that my Karma? Not trusting Signa enough because of her best friend..

I pushed myself up, looking for my phone in the room.

It took a minute for It to turn on, but once It did, I locked It again.

It began buzzing, as every new notification from las night up to now was starting to fall in.

I ignored It.. I ignored It completely.

But what made the world turn clockwise in a second, was what caught my attention.

The doorbell rang. I was the first to get there.

She looked deep into my eyes. Her face seemed woozy.

I didn't know If I wanted to pout, or man up, and ask her what she wanted.

She already left a note on my phone stating that I was the worst piece of shit to ever exist on earth, so what now.

Signa bit her lower lip,

"I can trust you, right?"