139

JADE

“You’re still in bed?” Jay grumbled, walking further into my bedroom.

“Turn the lights off.” I croaked, trying to pull the covers over my head.

Apparently, I couldn’t even get a moment of peace ad stew in the dark because she would come and bother me. She didn’t look at all sorry either.

“Jay, please.” I groaned, holding a hand up in a pleading way. Which she ignored of course. The heartless thing.

“No, I am not going to lie you keep wallowing in self pity.” She places her hands on her waist, looking down at me like a disapproving mother.

I need to ask if she has forgotten who is older because she likes to act like my boss.

“I am not wallowing in self pity.” My argument was weak but I was’t wallowing. I’m just taking break from everything and everything until I figure out what I want to do.

And so what if I decide to that in bed and in the dark, wearing two days old sweats? That is called, dealing. Not wallowing.

“Sure, that makes sense.” The sarcasm couldn’t be missed.