“Hi Jason.” I say.
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What in the world is Jason doing here?
The last time I heard from him was when he texted me and I ghosted him.
This is not good.
Why is it not good?
I already found out Sterling is bipolar and very much obsessed with me; I don’t want anything triggering him to relapse.
Hence this hot human by the name of Jason.
Jealousy is a powerful emotion. A dangerous and ruthless one at that.
But how do I even know if Sterling would be jealous?
Jason greets my mother and Lizzie while he sits down in the chair next to Lizzie.
Yeah, I know. Savage.Such a basic and formal emoji to a string of beautiful emojis illustrating love........Air.Sweet fresh air.I’m free, I’m finally free!No more hospital beds, no more pale colored rooms, no more people thinking I’m going to kick the bucket.I have been officially discharged from the hospital, but with a warning.I have to take it easy, no strenuous activity for the next two weeks.That’s fine by me.I’m in my Sterling’s car and we’re driving home. The car ride is relaxing and c
I sigh as I ring it for the third time. This time, I hear the door lock click.It then opens, but who I see is almost enough to make me faint.What the hell is Jason doing here?!.........“Hey.” He says.He smiles in a flirtatious way.Oh goodness, somebody help me.“Hey.” Sterling says.“If you don’t mind, we need to get in the apartment.” He continues. His voice holds authority.“Oh. Yeah, sure man.” Jason says as he opens the door wider.I want to disappear!Sterling gestures me to step in and I do so. He
I feel like my life is just out of place and I don’t understand crap........“Wake up, Dork.” I hear a voice say.I twist and turn in my sleep. The softness of the duvet makes me moan and I hug it even tighter.A sudden light suddenly shines in my face. My eyes are closed but I can feel the intensity of the light.I groan and turn the other side.“Bro, get up.” I hear the voice again.This time I feel strong hands rock me. But not in attempt to make fall asleep, but in attempt to wake me up.I open my eyes finally and I’m met with the image of a m
My memory of her is returning in bits and pieces, but I’m grateful. Everything is turning normal again and I pray it stays that way........“Hey, girl!” Lizzie hits me. She sounds excited and bored at the same time. I didn’t even think that was possible.I hug her and she half hugs me back.She enters the house holding a box. I wonder what’s in it.“What’s with the box?” I ask as I close the door.She walks right past me and enters in the living room. She flops on the couch and puts the box on the coffee table.The box is light brown and not too large. It also doesn’t lo
I guess I do get to experience happily ever after. ........The rest of evening went by in a blur, but in a good blur. Sterling stayed in close proximity of me and I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed that very much.School starts tomorrow. I have three midterms this week and it’s crazy. I have had such an hectic two weeks and it has been unreal.But I guy was life goes on.“Honey, I have to run to the company. Sarah is sick and I have to take her shift.” I hear my mom say.She walks up to me and plants a quick peck on my cheek.“Bye mom. Be safe.” I say to her.She stares at me longer than nec
“No, Rose. It’s not just that. It’s so much bigger than that.” I hear Sterling say and then the call ends abruptly.Sheesh..............What does he mean?I sit on the couch next to Wesley. He’s watching a show on the TV. It’s one of his favorites, it’s called “The Flash”.He has been obsessed with it from the very moment it was released. At a point, he even thought he could develop superpowers. I laughed way too hard at him then.But now, I’m not so sure. If ghosts can exist, why not super-humans?“Wesley.” I nudge him to get his attention.
I then look at him once more. Directly in his eyes. The bastard is smiling.I suddenly snap his wrist............I see his face turn from pink to red, I guess from the pain. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape and his eyes widen bigger than I have ever seen them before.“Ahhhhh!” His scream takes over the entire house and Wesley jumps from his sleep.That should teach him how to respect me.Wesley looks alarmed, he looks around speedily; searching for the origin of the scream, and then his eyes lands on Sterling.“Oh my gosh! Bro, are you okay?” Wesley jumps to Sterling’s rescue.Sterling is breathing fast
“Sure, thanks for staying anyway. And thanks for not letting my rude boyfriend die from a broken wrist.” I say and everyone laughs.I’m not sure Sterling would have though, if he heard what I just said............Today is a new day. To be specific, the day of one of my midterms. I’m not nervous, it’s Liberal Arts. I always do well in it.I’m at school and the funny thing is that Sterling has this particular class too, along with Wesley.Wesley and Lizzie went home last night and left me with my mother and Sterling. It was a quiet morning. A very quiet one.Mom was occupied with work and Sterling pretended that I was invisible.Wh