Jaime's P.O.V.
"Who was that?" Mike asked me.
"Um, I don't really know. Just a girl..." I stated, trailing off as I watched her walk out of the building. I looked at my arm. She really did write her number on my arm. Should I wait awhile 'till I text her? Should I text her now? My train of thought was disturbed when I looked over and found Mike talking on the phone with a hushed tone to someone. He sounded angry.
"No. Please don't do this to me. YOU CAN'T JUST THROW ME AWAY" He whisper yelled. "I thought we were in love.!....No....why would I?...yeah...okay...bye" That was all I heard from where I was standing, but he looked really upset.
"Hey man, let's get out of here for a few." I told him grabbing his arm.
He shook his head, and let me lead him outside where I could ask him what was going on.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"No man, I don't think I am." he answered. What do I say? I have never been good with words. I guess I need to try and comfort him while getting whatever is up out of him.
"Will you tell me what happened?" I asked.
"SHELLY JUST FUCKING BROKE UP WITH ME" he yelled. "After every...everything I've done for her...she just...." then he broke down. Completely and utterly broke down.
"Hey man, she was a bitch anyways" I heard from behind us. I turned around to see Vic lighting a cigarette for him. He handed it to him. "Like literally the only thing she does is bitch and complain." He continued.
"I thought we had something though, man." he said wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"There's plenty of other fish in this polluted as fuck sea" He said.
"I know, I know." he said wiping the last of the tears away.
Honestly, she wasn't even worth the tears. She treated Mike like shit, called him names, and bashed his music. He really does deserve more. And *cough cough* I will be glad to not have to hear her bitching all day anymore.
We finally got rid of all the fans and parted ways with SWS. There is supposed to be some huge get-together tomorrow with a few other bands but I doubt I'll go. I have no one to keep me company when everyone else is drinking.
We finally got home at around 12 and I had nothing to do. Until I remembered the number written on my arm in small eccentric lettering. I grabbed my phone and texted the number.
Me: Hi its me. Uh Jaime.
message sent at 12:21 am
Hailey: Oh hi! I didn't think you'd actually text me.
delivered at 12:21 am
Me: Yeah haha. Here I am. Feel free to fall on me again.
message sent at 12:23 am
Hailey: Oh gosh. THAT WAS VIC'S FAULT!!!
delivered at 12:24 am
Me: I don't doubt it!
message sent at 12:24 am
Hailey: So.....
delivered at 12:25 am
Me: We should hang out sometime
message sent at 12:25 am
Hailey: Well, I'm free tomorrow afternoon.
delivered at 12:26 am
Me: It's a date!
Well not a date.
Okay maybe a date.
Oh I'm just gonna shut up now
Okay sorry if i'm coming off as weird
message sent at 12:28 am
Hailey: CXXXXX okay It's a date! :P Meet you at the park tomorrow? Or somewhere else?
delivered at 12:30 am
Me: The park works. c: Well, I'm gonna get to bed. Goodnight lovely!
message sent at 12:30 am
Hailey: Nighty night Jaime! -.-
delivered at 12:31 am
And now, I have a date with a lovely girl tomorrow. I guess I don't need that party after all. I grabbed my pajamas and decided to go to bed now. Until I heard Mike yelling in the hallway at about 3 am.
"Life's A BITCH AND SO ARE YOU!! HAHAHA" I heard him yelling. He's been drinking again.
"GO to bed MIKE!" I heard Vic yell.
" I'm MIKEYWHISKEYHANDS, HONEY! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" he yelled.
I pulled my pillow over my head. Yeah he's Mikeywhiskeyhands alright.
"I don't drink!" he yelled.
He gets like this when he is drunk. And there is nothing any of us can do to stop it. Maybe someone can influence him enough to stop drinking one day, but it wont be us.
Then all of a sudden, I heard a thump. I sighed and got up to check out the damage to his head that probably just occurred.
I found him lying on the floor with a bottle of whiskey spilling out onto the hard-wood.
"Come on, buddy." I said, grabbing him and pulling him to his bedroom. (In a non sexual way) I grabbed a bucket from our cleaning closet and put it by the bed in case he feels the need to throw up. He probably will have a pretty bad hangover tomorrow, but we know plenty of hangover concoctions. Maybe Whiskey isn't for you after all, Mike...
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I'm the Secret (A Jaime Preciado FanFic)
FanfictionNo one ever paid any attention to Jaime. Vic this, Vic that. That's all anyone ever talks about. And It's getting tiresome. Yeah, there were a few stray people that had interest in Jaime, but no one ever actually paid any ACTUAL attention to him...u...
