Another Saturday, which meant a day without needing to spend almost fifteen hours at the store. What other way could she spend it than dressed in Jake's shirt (which was like a gown for her) and watch TV, eating out of the dinner made by her roommate. “Don't tell me you sat in front of TV all day while dressed in my shirt and eating from my food.” Jake asked, walking out of the bathroom in his underwear. “I don't need to tell you, you already saw it for yourself.” She replied in between taking another spoonful of dinner. Without needing to turn, she could already see her friend's head shake. “At this rate, I actually fear if I'm going to end up as much of a nerd as you.” He moved to his still unpacked bag, retrieving a blue shirt and dark green trousers which he put on. “I'm not a nerd.” “Then what is?” His sigh filled her ears. “You need to go out once in a while. Exercise your body.” "Exercise?" She huffed, turning to him. "Mister, it seems you've forgotten what I do for a
Reene groaned as her house door came to view. Finally. Walking back had felt like an unending journey, especially with how tired her legs were from how she slept all night. Thinking of the fact she still had to get to work was even more tiring. What she'd prefer at the moment was a nice shower and long hours in bed, snoring till the sun set. Certainly not to have a quick bath then leave home again to spoiled teenagers. A tired sigh left her as she opened the door, closing it behind her once she was in. With slouched body, her feet dragged her to the parlor. “Look who's just walking in.” Jake's voice startled her to turn to where he sat on one of her chairs, arms crossed over his chest. “Where were you all night?” It was obvious he had a long speech prepared on why she shouldn't be coming late, and truthfully, she was too tired for that. So, her body took to collapsing on the couch. “It's a long story.” “I'm listening.” “You know, I think I miss when you weren't talking t
Jaxon woke up with a slight headache (something he was used to feeling the morning after the twenty sixth of June). Gosh, he almost groaned. Well, at least not until he felt the light weight on his chest. That alerted him of someone's presence. What the— Reene? As soon as he noticed her, it all rushed back with full force. Him feeling so depressed, he had to go out to receive fresh air after eight bottles of alcohol. The darkness weighing down on him as he walked down the lonely silent road. Sitting on the bench and drinking more. Reene suddenly appearing, then… Oh shoot. Immediately, the groan came out. What had he done last night? How drunk was he? There had never been a time in his entire life where he would act so vulnerable in front of anyone when drunk. Alcohol didn't really affect him that much to forget himself. So why had he acted that way last night? What was it about her that made him turn to the man he was last night? And heck, he'd even allowed her to sle
'Asshole! Stupid son of a gun! The most annoying human the earth had been cursed with!' “That'd be twenty dollars.” Reene feigned a smile she didn't feel, just so the teenager won't think service was poor in their store. “I've only got eighteen.” The female said in between loudly and frustratingly chewing gum. “Sorry, but that means you'll have to return something.” “I'm not doing that.” The girl retrieved a lot of coins with a few dollar notes, dropping them on the counter in front of Reene. “Listen girl, you can't buy something of twenty dollars and only give eighteen. It's not allowed here.” She tried keeping her tone calm to avoid lashing out her frustration on the child. “Then add your money to it.” She shrugged, continuing with the chewing. “Truthfully, I can't care less how you gonna do it, but I need all this and I'm not planning on returning any of them.” “You have to return something, that's the store's policy.” Reene repeated through gritted teeth. Gosh, wo
Jaxon probably moved with the speed of light, which meant Reene was tossed out of the seat the moment the car got on the road. She was quick to do the seatbelt, grabbing onto the first thing her hand could reach as she turned to him with wide eyes. He didn't look like he cared and just drove past cars, moved with speed far too illegal for a peaceful road. “Are you mad?!” She cried in horror, already regretting coming along with him. He didn't answer. Truth was, he liked the way she had paled, probably thinking this was going to end in an accident. But that was obviously because she hadn't seen him drive at more speed. This wasn't that much of a speed for a man like him. But of course, she didn't know that. He'd have blamed it on the alcohol if he wasn't no longer feeling tipsy. Weirdly enough, her presence had sobered him up. And now, it felt right to let her in on the type of man he was. The type of man she was dealing with. “Jaxon! Fuck you, we're going to die if you do
'Warning- Hi!!! So, I just want to warn that this chapter will have mention of drunk driving. Thanks for the read though 😊😊😊' The twenty sixth of June was the worst day of Jaxon's life. A day he wished never existed. A day he would prefer to kill than be disturbed. No one dared disturb him on a day like this, because that was a day that smelt like blood. His grip on the wheels tightened. Just a few more miles and I'll be at the cottage. He told himself, trying to drift his mind from unnecessary thoughts. Things like how it'd feel if he sped up a little more and had the front of his car meet with a huge tree. Or another car maybe. Would it break the glass? Would the branch of the tree pierce through his body? How would that feel? In fact, what did his blood look like? Yes, he'd seen the color while fighting, but he hadn't really seen a huge amount of it. Like maybe one capable of filling an entire bucket. Now that'd be interesting to see. A groan left the back of h