Chapter 83 - EIGHTY THREE
- HAZEL -
My hand is hung backwards from the end of my bed and my back rests on the bed while my legs are raised to the ceiling. I’m using my phone.
Remember Caroline? I found her Instagram. Don’t ask me how, I just did but that was some stalker type shit. She doesn’t post much but she has a thousand followers.
I pinch my screen and zoom in. My other hand picks a chip and I munch. Can’t believe I’m invited to a party with a stranger. I finally have the chance to dress appropriately while in front of her.
A ball comes flying my way, hitting the wall my bed leans upon then bounces back. I freeze. What the fuck? The sound caused by that is deafening and imagine if that thing hit me? Hit my legs?! I could be crippled!!
Who the fuck is playing recklessly here? Does that person have a death wish?!
"I swear to god, if that ball comes flying here a second time, I will puncture it myself!" I yell, annoyed.
"Sorry." Jasmine’s voice bubbles in my ears. "See? I told you to be careful. Give me that!" Trails after. I assume she’s talking to whoever threw the ball. That person should be sent to jail!!
I roll my eyes and huff, returning my attention back to my phone. What lady only has one post of herself on her IG dated two years ago? This is infuriating!!
I feed myself to another chip. Snacking has been my favourite thing right from time. I enjoy doing it. Food is life. With chocolate of course. My lips form a line as I contemplate checking her saved story. It’s just one. If I do check that, she’ll know. I don’t want to come off as a stalker.
That would definitely be cringe. I’m not that desperate. I think I cope perfectly fine on my own. Plus, zero friends and my life has already been crazy with Kate, man I fucked who turned out to be her fiancé, school drama, sports drama and a broken ankle, Kaiden, my roommates with intriguing personalities, drowning and my indecisiveness.