For the first time in awhile, nothing woke me up except for the pounding in my head. It felt like i got hit by a damn freight train, but it wasn't a train that hit me, it was the hangover.
I roll over and rub my eyes, only to see a glass of water and 2 white pills on my bedside table.
I don't even remember how i got here or when i got here. All i remember is letting each shot of warm liquid go down my throat and seeing Jack every time i blinked. He was everywhere. If i turned the corner, he'd be there. If closed my eyes, I'd open them and he'd be standing there, sipping on his drink and laughing with sam. I don't know, maybe it was just the alcohol making me hallucinate, but it seemed so surreal and clear to me.
As i get up to use the bathroom, my head is whirling so bad that i didnt even seem to notice the clothes i am in. I look down at the black shirt and a white triangle with the letters XXVI go straight down the middle. I try to remember my brother wearing it, but it just didn't look familiar to me. But i can picture someone else wearing it. Jack.
I ask myself why i am in his clothes, but as i walk in the bathroom, i see my clothes in the bathtub covered in vomit. Fuck. I'm stupid.
"I need my shirt back." his stern voice speaks behind me.
I turn around and see that his jaw is clenched and his eyes are cold. As usual, he's pissed at me. When is he not though?
I take one glance at him and notice the gray circles under his eyes, he looks like he hasn't slept in days. But, if I stayed as mad as him, I'd probably look like that too.
Per usual, i dont feel like putting up with his bullshit, so in one swipe, i remove his shirt and throw it at him. I make my way back to my room, not even looking back and forgetting the whole reason i went to the bathroom in the first place.
I hear him mumble something, but i dont respond. I just find my clothes to put on for the day and swallow the 2 pills resting on the table.
...
Over the next few days, Sammy and Kayla formed a thing for each other, causing Jack and I to be around each other more. However, we never said a word to one another. We just exchanged a few dirty looks and continued talking to Sammy and Kayla as the wall between us kept building.
"Jack's really cute ya know." Kayla says as she blends out her foundation in her mirror. "I just don't know how you live with that boy and not find him the least bit attractive."
I had to end up telling her that Jack and Katherine lived with us. She used to come over everyday and for the past couple of weeks, I've been making up excuses as to why she couldn't come over. I didn't tell her why they lived with us though, i still dont know why. Everytime i had brought it up in a conversation with my mom, she'd tell me that its none of my business and thats everything is fine now. Its probably cause Jack was doing some fucked up shit with Sammy at their old place and ended up getting kicked out. It wouldnt surprise me if thats what actually happened. He seems like that kind of guy.
It's not that Jack isnt attractive, he's just average looking. But his shitty attitude distracts me away from that.
"I mean, yeah. He's cute, but he's not that cute." i say, picking off the remainder of my light pink nail polish. "So, what about you and Sam? You must see him as 'boyfriend material'." i try to distract myself away from Jack.
She pushes up her boobs and turns to the side, making sure she looks good for him. After all, thats all he stares at when she's with him.
"We're good, i guess. We're not official yet." she emphasizes. "He's coming over with Jack today if you wanna stick around and hang out with us."
I huff at the fact that Jack has to tag along, but then i remember that Kayla is my friend, not his. "Umm, sure i guess. Will you and Sammy be making out the whole time?"
"Not the whole time." she jokes. "Kidding. We'll probably just take a few shots and watch a movie or something, I don't know. Whatever you wanna do."
After the party the other night, I'm not sure i wanna take a couple shots. I dont wanna wake up confused and in Jack's shirt again. But, i don't tell her that. I just agree to her suggestion.
...
I must say, after watching them swallow each other's tongues for 5 minutes, things got a bit awkward for me and Jack. We just both kinda sat there and listened to the smacking of their lips and looked around the room, searching for something to take our minds off of the view in front of us. But, they were just too distracting and i know Sammy's gonna screw over Kayla at some point.
"Sammy Wilkinson?" i ask, i heard the sloppy smack of his lips breaking their kiss. "Do you admit you're a fuckboy?"
He looked at me and smiled, pulling away from Kayla. "A fuckboy? I don't know about that." he laughs. "Why don't you ask my good ol buddy Jack though. He might answer."
My eyes switch to Jack, but he doesn't say anything.
"Oh, c'mon Jack. Tell her how many." i assume he's referring to the number of girls he slept with.
Jack just looks at Sammy and rolls his eyes.
"Not gonna answer?" his eyes go to me. "Lets just say a lot. Too many to count on both hands."
Jack flexes his jaw and finally speaks. "Sammy, shut the hell up."
I dont know what happened, but a little flush of anger boiled my blood.
Sammy doesnt say anything, he just laughs. "What about you Macy? Are you a fuckgirl? How many guys have you slept with?"
He tries to make himself seem funny, but its rather annoying.
"None, actually." i answer truthfully. "I'm a virgin."
His face seems a little shocked at my response and he closes his mouth and nods his head. "Ahhh, so we have a saint on our hands?"
I really don't wanna talk about my this. They make it seem bad that I, an 18 year old, am still a virgin. So, i realize that its my cue to leave.
"Yeah, i think I'm gonna leave." i say, getting up and grabbing my bag, but Kayla gets up as well and pulls me to the kitchen.
"Please don't leave." she whispers to me. "I don't wanna be here alone with both of them, i don't know what they're capable of."
I think for a second and realize she's right, but she's also dumb as fuck. "Don't know what they're capable of? But, yet your sitting there with your tongue down his throat."
I was proud of what i said.
I can see her expression change and she's about to say something back, but she knows im right. They've only know each other since the party, which was last Saturday, so thats 5 days. 5 days she's known the guy and they're basically dry humping on her living room floor.
"You're right." she gives in. "Are you still gonna stay though."
I really don't want to. I just wanna go back home and soak in a nice hot bath. My muscles have been so tensed up lately. Its most likely from all the stress thats been laid on my shoulders.
"Kayla.." i sigh. "I just really wanna go, okay?"
She tells me its okay and i grab my stuff and start heading home. My house is only 2 blocks away from her, but this June heat makes it seem like a mile away.
