three strikes
Chapter 24
I got home later that day, finding my mom passed out on the couch, once again.
Beer bottles and half eaten boxes of Chinese food were scattered on the floor.
I stared at my mother's sleeping body with disapproval, as I began cleaning up her mess.
As I held a few glass beer bottles in my hands, the doorbell rang.
It startled me, causing me to drop the bottles on the floor.
A loud crashing sound echoed in my house, as the glass shattered.
I bit my lip, glancing over my mom.
I let out a breath, knowning I didn't wake her up.
Thank God she was a heavy sleeper.
I tip toed to the front door, trying to avoid getting my foot cut.
When I opened the door, Jesse stood there.
"Why are you here?" I panicked.
Jesse frowned, dusting the snow off of his black hoodie.
"Hello to you, too." he sarcastically said.
I bit my lower lip, looking behind me.
My house was a mess! I couldn't let Jesse in, especially not now.
I rolled my eyes at Jesse.
"Hi, Jesse." I greeted. "Now what do you want?"
Jesse seemed hurt for a second, but he replaced it with a smirk.
"What? Is it so hard to believe that I came to visit you?" he asked.
I hesitated. "Yes."
Jesse placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. "Kendall, how could you?" he cried.
I sighed. "It's a bad time now. Can you come over tomorrow?"
Jesse seemed curious now.
He peeked over my shoulder, but I blocked him.
"What are you hiding from me? You're so mysterious, Kendall." he groaned.
"Nothing, it's just... I'm studying." I snapped.
Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Studying? Oh, I could study with you."
I shook my head quickly. "No, no! I'm good. But thanks."
Jesse grunted, with his expression turning angry now.
"I'm tired of you making up excuses, Kendall. Why aren't you letting me in?" Jesse crossed his arms.
I avoided the sharp look in his eyes.
"Is it because Cole is in there?" Jesse coldly asked.
My eyes widened.
"He is? Isn't he?" Jesse angrily asked.
Before I could stop the six foot figure, he pushed me over gently, entering my house.
I shut my eyes tightly, as soon as I heard the footsteps stopping.
Jesse thinks I'm psychotic now.
I peeked out of my eyes, seeing Jesse standing, staring around my living room.
It was now that I realized how messy and bad it looked.
Broken shards of glass were everywhere, and it didn't help that my mother was passed out on the floor.
Jesse slowly turned to me.
"Kendall? What's going on?" he asked softly.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, and sucked in the insides of my cheeks.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
What was I going to say to Jesse?
"Well, Cole's not here." I lamely said.
I mentally slapped my self for even thinking of that.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Jesse asked lowly, trying not to wake up my mom.
I shook my head.
"Nope, not really."
Jesse grunted at my stuborness.
"That wasn't a question."
I sighed, and sagged my shoulders.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked.
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