Jessica Grayson has struggled with body dysmorphia and bullying for most of her life. And when she believes she has finally turned things around for herself, she is betrayed and made fun of by her boyfriend and close friends, which sends her into a...
This chapter is dedicated to Scintillahxfor never failing to support me. Thanks for sticking with me and my story.
She made the Liss mood board at the end of this chapter and I am obsessed with it. :) Also, go check out her stories guys. You won't be disappointed.
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Liam
"You've been here what, two days? All I'm saying is, stay till morning." Kimberly says, turning her head my way, her hair sprawled across the pillow.
I glance at Seth, and he puts his hands up in defense, struggling to keep his face straight.
"She invited herself." He says.
If I hadn't run into her, no one would have found out I was even here. I wanted to stay in a hotel so I can have my peace, but Seth wouldn't hear of it after he found out.
"I need to get there tonight," I tell her closing the zipper of my small duffel bag.
"Come on! Tess is throwing a party at the Penthouse because I told her you're here. Plus, the weather is bad. It could be dangerous to fly."
"If it is, they will cancel the flight. And as for Tess, it's your fault for telling everyone. I never said I was going to stay."
She groans.
"You weren't exactly dying to leave either. You never mentioned you would be leaving this soon. What changed?"
Just when I am about to tell her to mind her own damn business, Seth saves the day.
"Shit! Tess just sent out invites via text. Everyone will be there."
Kim's eyes widen.
"Liam, you can't go. She'll kill me!"
"Give it up, Kimmy. He is going, and you're dead." Seth laughs deviously.
She hurls a pillow at him.
"It's not like he is happy there." She sneers. "I don't see what the rush is."
"I am happy there," I tell her firmly.
I know where she is getting at. She witnessed how distressed I was last night. I have never experienced homesickness like this before. I never really had a home, to begin with, because a house doesn't make a home. If there is no one there worth going back to, it's just bricks on top of bricks.
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is with Jess. The past couple of days without her were unimaginably difficult. It felt like a part of me was missing, and it was.
