Childish Games

Chapter 3: Mother May I

Jetta◇◇◇

I was sick to my stomach, and it was all my fault. My hands shook as I typed out the text.

Me: Nicky, please don't hate me.

I did something terrible.

Nicky: oooh. Details

Me: I broke a rule.

Nicky: You let Alex do anal?

Me: It was stupid and I am so sorry.

Nicky: Jesus… girl… you're scaring

me. Just call me and tell me

Me: I don't think I can call… Please

don't hate me.

Nicky: Don't be dramatic. What did you do, sleep with Nick ?

Nicky: Jetta…?

Nicky: This isn't funny.

Nicky: Please tell me you didn't sleep with Nick.

Me: …

Nicky: Jetta, I swear to god, if you f****d Nick, we're done.

Me: Nicky…

My phone rang in my hands as the screen began to blur from my falling tears.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I am so sorry."

"You f****d my brother?" She actually sounded calm… in a scary way.

"Nicky… I am sooooo sorry,"

"Yeah… me too." *Click*

In less than 12 hours, I had managed to screw up the only two relationships that mattered to me.

I walked into my house and called out, knowing that no one would answer, "Mom?" It was 6:23 a.m., and she had to be at work by 7.

I looked over at the table where there was a covered plate for breakfast, and a note beside that read:

Good morning, baby girl. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you for being the first in our family to complete high school. I know it was no small feat. I hope you enjoyed your party! I love you dearly.

-Mom

P.S. Don't forget to pack for your trip, and if you're gone before I get back home, give Nicky a congratulatory hug for me

Leave it up to my mother to leave a handwritten note when she could have just as easily sent a t- f**k. The trip. How had I forgotten about the trip!?

We had only been planning for it since the ninth grade. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Me: Hey… were supposed to be leaving for the trip today ?

Nicky: f**k you AND your trip ?

Ugh. I see she plans on hanging on to this for a while.

"Great Jetta. You can't tell your mom you're not going because she would want to know why. You can't tell her you're in a fight with Nicky because she will want to know what the fight is about. And you can't tell her it's because you let Nick pop your cherry, so…" So what?

Me: Hey

Alex: Hey

Me: … any chance you would be willing to forgive me temporarily?

Alex:?

Me: you know about this trip. Nicky can't go anymore, and I don't want to lose out on the money

Alex: I don't think that's the best idea right now

Me: Right. Space. Sorry

Alex: Have fun though

I yelled in frustration while eating my breakfast and mulling over the past 12 hours in my head. Nothing made sense anymore except this trip. This once in a lifetime opportunity to get away, as an official adult, in a new place where no one knows me.

I had a full tank of gas, the hotel confirmation on my phone, and my bags were already packed. I had no boyfriend, no best friend, and no other plans…so why not go meet some new people while giving time to my other people to forgive me?

That's logical.

…Right?

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Nick♧♧♧

"You f*****g asshole!" Nicky came at me swinging.

"Ouch! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Jetta? Out of all the girls in this town, you decided you had to have her?"

I guess I walked right into that. "She is the one who came on to me!"

"Do you know she has a boyfriend?"

"Did you know she climbed into MY bed last night?"

"Did you know she was high as s**t!?"

"Did you know that I was, too? I barely remember f*****g her!" It was a lie. But it was a lie that my sister desperately needed to hear.

She frowned, her face up, before shaking her head and dashing past me down the hall. And then my mom popped out of her bedroom…

"You… and Jetta?"

"Mom, I-"

"Nick. What the hell? Are you crazy? Your little sister's best friend? What were you thinking? She's still a baby!"

"She's an adult mom. And I wasn't thinking. I got drunk, and I took a few edibles, so I could NOT think. This is what happens when I DON'T think, damn." I walked off without giving her a chance to respond because I was honestly ashamed of what I had done, although I really was an innocent party.

Here I thought coming back home for the weekend would be a relaxing break from my chaotic life, and somehow, it had turned into the f**k up's greatest hits. Now, I either had to stay here and face the Wrath of Nicky and Mom, head to Brandon's house to see him swooning, or go back home, where my first instinct would be to see Gavin.

Fuck.

What to do? What to do?

"Can you believe this? She actually thinks I would still want to go on this trip with her. After she betrayed me?"

"Nicky, she's your best friend."

"No, she WAS my best friend. No, now, she's a traitor who f****d my brother!"

"Language!"

"Sorry… he always does this though, mom. Why can't he keep his d**k i-"

"LANGUAGE!"

I didn't feel bad for eavesdropping, it wasn't like they were trying to be secretive.

"Well, look at that. She told me I could go alone. As if I needed permission. f**k her." Damn. I honestly didn't expect Nicky to be this upset. "I know… language. I'm sorry."

I turned on my heel and headed for my car without another thought. Nicky and Jetta have been planning this trip for years… and now neither of them were going? A whole week in a new place, completely paid for, just going to waste? Not likely.

I knew exactly where they were gonna be staying. And I needed a mental break—new place, new people… yup.

Hijacking this trip to forget about life, if just for a bit…

That's logical… right?