WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Yrene's PoV

I awake groggily having bearly slept at all last night. After my typical morning rituals, I decide to dress simple today, just a black cashmere V-neck sweater and black ripped jeans with my pink tinted retro glasses, beach waved hair and black ankle high, heeled boots. Oh and of course my favourite blood maroon lipstick. 

Finishing off the look with winged eyeliner I make my way downstairs and to my surprise do not see Ross stuffing his face with the bacon and eggs which were lay down on the breakfast table, Michelle walks out in her business power suit, wishes me a good morning and starts to dig into the food.

"Hey Mishy, where's Ross?"

"Um I honestly don't know but I think he mentioned that he'd be staying over a friend's house last night. Why, what's up?"

Failing to keep my sarcasm at bay,

"Well maybe, the asshole missing is my ride to school? Or did I suddenly turn eighteen overnight so that I can drive myself?" 

Topping the comment with a sarcastic smile, huffing in anger I make my way to the door just when someone on the other end rings the doorbell. 

Thank God that asshole is back in time to drive me to school! Aiming to give him an earful about it and plastering an angry expression on my face, I swing open the door. But...it's not my idiot brother, but rather,  it's the devil himself.

"Yrene." 

He says, an unidentifiable expression in his eyes which soon disappears when he beholds the coldness of my attitude and the stark anger on my face.

"Jason." 

I reply trying to hold back the sneer in my voice and give him a curt nod when he asks for permission to enter. No nicknames today? Huh...interesting. I would have remained a good distance away from the handsome devil and continued being cold towards him had I not seen the raw wounds on his knuckles, some still oozing out blood the colour of my lipstick and some not bleeding but not scabbed over either.  

"Jase...wh-what happened?"

I almost rush towards him but stop myself midway, he turns abruptly in my direction looking extremely vulnerable but soon the expression is swapped with a cocky smirk,

"Nothing I can't handle." 

My pity is gone as soon as he utters these words. Cocky bastard. Just when I'm about to leave the house, pushing my sunglasses down from where they are sitting atop my head, Michelle stops me.  

"Nene, honey, Jason is here to take you to school. Raymond called him up in the morning because he knew Ross wouldn't be here. I'm sorry for not telling you before, I was scared of how you'd react." 

"I can go on my own." I try to say with strictness even though I know that it will bear no fruit. 

"I'll walk, besides there's a lot of time before school actually begins. Oh and I doubt your brother would find it easy to drive that motorcycle of his with hands like that."

 I motion with my neck to his ripped hands for Michelle to notice them,

"Good God, Jason Dawfield! What the fuck did you do this time?"

Jason's cheeks become tinted with a pinkish hue at being scolded by his older sister.

"It's nothing Shelly, I'll tell you later."

"Oh you better tell me later or I know how to force information out of that hideous mouth of yours. Come I'll clean you up." 

She tugs at his arm to take him to the kitchen and tend to his wounds but the boulder of muscle doesn't budge,