Shook ones Pt. II. I

                                    

                                          
When Jules was eleven years old, her mother took her on a road trip. Her roadtrip had Jules meeting a doctor. He was actually really sweet, though. They talked for over an hour, and only later did Jules realize that she hadn't lied once. After the session, they wanted to give her a tour of the Unit. After walking around the Unit Jules began to feel something wrong and she decided she had just about had enough of the tour. And that's when Jules realized, this wasn't a tour at all. It was an elaborate plan to admit her to a fucking psychiatric hospital. During an ensuing struggle, Jules accidentally scratched an RA across the face, which she felt really guilty about. But quickly, that guilt turned into anger... and that anger, into defeat. The truth was, Jules hated herself. She hated how her brain worked... the way it would get stuck on a thought, like choking. She didn't just hate her brain, though. She hated her body, not every part, just her shoulders, and her arms, and her hands. Also her chest, her stomach, her thighs. Her knees were the worst. Plus her ankles, and her big, fucking, stupid feet. She hated her life, not because it was bad, but because when you hate your brain and your body, it's hard to enjoy the rest. So, Jules developed a few coping mechanisms. None of them healthy, and a few scary enough to land her in the unit. Eventually Jules got better and came home. But her mom got worse and went away. And her dad quit his job to be closer to home, which she liked, 'cause she loved her dad. By 13, she started to transition. And by 16, Jules had gotten a little slutty. And every guy was the same: cis, white, married, engaged, in long-term relationships, and always, always...a hundred percent straight. Some were sweet. Some were weird. And a few were aggressive. And whenever anything got too uncomfortable... ...Jules would just imagine that she wasn't really herself, and this wasn't really her life. She was just a character in a book or a movie or a show. That none of it was real, and if it was, how did it matter? It's not like her body ever really belonged to her in the first place. But fuck it. She'd save it for the memoirs. 'Cause that was the night she met her new best friend. And although she had never really been in a relationship or even in, like, love, she imagined spending the rest of her life with Rue. How they'd live together in some shitty New York apartment, and maybe date other people, but always sleep in the same bed. She even said it to her once, which was probably a mistake, for, like, a lot of reasons. Plus, that was before she fell for Tyler, like, hard, like, really hard.
                          
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It was awkward waking up the next morning, not only from the crippling fear of waking up in an unfamiliar room but the fact that there was nobody next to me. I had a headache and the moments of last nights immediately haunt me and I cringe thinking about how I had thrown myself at Cole. Suddenly, a door flew open and Cole stood drying his hair off with a towel as he had another wrapped around his waist showing every fucking glistening muscle from waist up. Cole was beautiful in a dark, I might kill you any second way, but he was very attractive.
                          
"Want to take a picture?" he asks as he looks up lazily from where he stood 
                          
"I was just admiring your ink" I say and he looks up at me with some sort of shock in his eyes 
                          
"You like tats?" he asks and I shake my head 
                          
"I like art" I whisper and he shifts his eyes away before he moves into the room to grab clothes in one of his draws. His draws. His fucking draws. I was in his room and I had slept with him. Cole Anderson. We didn't fuck but I was best friends with his sister and she was probably sleeping in her room right now. 
                          
"She's not here. She had to go visit family yesterday" Cole states simply and my head snaps up to look at him 
                          
"Who?" I ask 
                          
"Nyla" he responds 
                          
"How'd you-" I begin and I could see the smirk he wore in the mirror as his eyes looked up so that they were watching me. 
                          
"When you think no ones looking you're an open book Jade Ashbury" he utters and I roll my eyes at his playfulness. This dude might just have split personalities with how nice he was one second and how cruel he could be the next 
                          
"So why'd you bring me into your room? Planning on killing me?" I mock and this time his expression turns serious 
                          
"Obviously" he deadpans and I sigh 

"I really can't tell if you're joking or not" I whisper and he smiles over at me 
                          
"What happened last night?" he asks and I shake my head 
                          
"It doesn't matter" I respond and he nods slightly. I could tell he was not impressed at all but to be honest I wouldn't be either. If I had a weird girl who I knew was fucked up and I had let her in and gave her a place to sleep and she didn't even have the decency to explain what the fuck happened. Well of course you'd be pissed. "You going to the carnival tonight?" Cole asks and I was deathly surprised by the change of topic I nod quickly "good" he responds before he goes back into the bathroom and throws his clothes back on. I look around his room while he's out. It was simplistic, it looked like no one lived there. It was clean unlike any teenage boys room I had been in. But almost on cue the front door to Coles room swings open and I jump back when I see Jake walking in 
                          
"Hey Cole I-" Jake begins but stops in his tracks when he sees me "Well this is a nice surprise" he says walking towards me now, he throws himself down on the bed next to me "how's it been Jade?" he asks and I look over at him confused as to why he was so fucking casual about me being in his brothers bed
                          
"Yeah good...this a normal occurrence or something?" I ask and Jake smirks as he looks over at me. 
                          
"I mean no. Cole never brings girls home, usually he just goes over to theirs, but he did say he was going to get in your panties and he put a ban on every boy at school from going near you, so it was just a matter of when, but you being here is a surprise" he says and I feel like he just slapped me in the face. This was all some game just to get in my panties? Get an insecure girl and play her till she's finally broken enough that she won't be able to recover from it. 
                          
"Alright, I need to go" I state as I jump up from the bed and crack my neck slightly trying to rid myself of everything that's happened in the past 24 hours. 
                          
"Something I said?" Jake asks with a smirk and I roll my eyes 
                          
"We didn't sleep together but thanks for the concern" I state and I watch as his eyes widen surprised, before I spin around and walk away. I was about to reverse my car when I saw movement coming from inside the Anderson house and I took that as my sign to leave. 
                          
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As soon as I got home I had a missed messaged all from an unknown number 
                          
Unknown: Whatever the fuck that leaving without saying a word shit was. Never do it again. We'll talk at the carnival. 
                          
I sighed as I read it once more before I decided therd was only one true answer that could piss someone with the ego of Cole Anderson off. 
                          
Jade: Who's this?
                          
It took only a couple of seconds before my phone dinged once more 
                          
Cole: Cute, Ashbury, real cute