H E' S M I N E

C H A P T E R – T H I R T H E E N

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"I can't talk to him now. I swear, I'll talk tomorrow. I'm still preparing myself," Troy says to me, biting his bottom lip. I nod my head and smile at him. I'm glad he's finally accepted that him and Jay are soul mates. They are complete opposites (somewhat...), which makes them perfect for each other. And they won't have to go through the stressful 'getting to know each other' period, because they already know each other. I'm so proud of Troy for finally realizing.

My cell phone begins to ring, breaking the perfectly comfortable silence. I dig it out from my pockets and slide my finger across the screen. Troy's eyes were on me as I did so, then put it to my ears. Xander's accented voice was the first thing and I couldn't help but smile. He's been calling since this morning after he left.

"Hey babe," I greet. I know he won't be able to say it back because he's in school, and Chelsea is probably right next to him as she basically has no friends at school besides us.

"Hello. I've been calling for ages and you aren't picking up. Is something wrong?" he asks me.

"No, I'm with Troy. I don't think I'll be in school today though," I blink to Troy, "Don't miss me too much."

"I'll try. Although I find that extremely difficult..." He says and I laugh softly.

"Okay, I gotta go, okay..." he continued. I nod my head. I wish he was here, I like having him around.

"Okay, see you tonight maybe?" I ask hopefully. Xander laughed softly, "Yeah, sure."

I grin and cheer, "Okay, great."

We hang up the phone and I immediately apologize to Troy. I'm happy and he's gloomy. He doesn't have the guy of his dreams yet. He flashed a smile at me the hugged his pillow. Currently, I am on his bean bag and I was playing with a very fluffy stuffed dog... or elephant. I can't really tell. Troy is laying on his stomach, hugging a pillow.

"How did you two even meet?" he asks me. I rolled my shoulders and picked the fur of the stuffed animal, "Well uh do you really want to hear about Xander and I? I don't want to make you depressed or whatever..."

"Shae, shut up. Just tell me how you met."

"Okay," I smile at him. I low key love talking about Xander and I. I just don't want to seem like I'm rubbing it in his face, which is not what I'm doing. He asked so I'm being a good friend and answering his questions. I got comfortable in my seat.

"Well obviously we met at school," I smile at him, "He already had Chelsea when I met him. In the beginning I actually did hate him, because he was my brother's obnoxious friend with the annoying girlfriend. Do you remember that night when I went to the beach with my brother and his friends? Well, we sort of had a mini party with alcohol and weed and stuff." I cleared my throat then continued, "So somehow we decided we should all skinny dip. I was fucking high and drunk so I agreed with it. Anyway, I took a photo, and in the photo was my drunken brother, but in the background was basically Xander naked as a new born baby. I hadn't noticed that at all and that night I posted the pic on Facebook."

Troy began to snicker, "I totally remember that."

I laugh along, "The next day, Saturday, he messaged me on Facebook telling me to take down the pic. I still had no idea he was fucking naked in the picture and I was too lazy to go check, so I basically said no. Eventually I looked at the pic and like literally began to laugh. I messaged him saying I'll never delete the photo and I totally gave him a hard time. Surprisingly enough he replied to me and he wasn't even angry. To be honest it seemed like he was humored by it, which I didn't want. I wanted him to be angry and hate me more, but he like totally forgot the picture the next day and talked to me as though we were best buddies."

"And you never fucking told us this, Shae! You're such a bitch!"

"I'm sorry. I was stupid. Anyway, Monday at school, he basically kidnapped me. I was obviously confused as fuck. I didn't understand why the hell he was taking me to his car and fucking driving away with me. He never told me where the hell he took me that day, but wherever it was, it was lonely. We barely fucking knew each other but when he was just staring at me, and he was like two centimeters away, I couldn't help but feel horny and shit. I mean, my hate was totally overpowered by lust. He's not an ugly guy and he's this close to me and he's staring down at me, why wouldn't I want him? It was totally rushed and shit, but it actually turned out pretty perfect," I grin. My smile was irremovable. I just went over memories that is capable of making me tear up if I wasn't a cold-hearted weirdo. At the time, I hated him so much, but when he kissed me, it sort of gave me a thrill. I like being a badass, and honestly being a side bitch is more bad ass than anything, in my opinion. At first I only did it to feel good and I thought it would have just been sex. I didn't know he actually had feelings for me and when he told me I was shocked. I didn't like him like that, I just like what he offered, but over time, I somehow grew to like him... like, like-like him.

"We basically met via Spence. That's how this happened..." I explained. Troy smiled at me, with awe in his eyes. He looks like he's seen love. I need to laugh at his face. It's that face you make when you see something that's too cute for life, like a pet dragon or something.

"Okay, that's not the totally cute, relationship goals story I expected, but it's cute nonetheless. It's odd... he left his girlfriend for the girl who posted a picture of him naked on Facebook. What a guy!"

"I know right!" I grin, although he was being sarcastic. I don't care. I'm happy with my silly British dude, even if he's stupid for cheating on his girlfriend (although he is kind of right). Speaking of Chelsea, I feel like I haven't seen that girl in centuries. I don't miss her, but it's weird that she hasn't bothered me for the morning. I'm so fricking glad tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have to take her to that stupid group therapy thing.

I glance up at Troy, pushing all the thoughts of Chelsea out of my mind. I smile sadly at him, "I wish you were happy..."

"Yeah, me too. But happiness isn't exactly the easiest thing to accomplish in the world..." he mumbled. I bite my bottom lip and nodded my head. Troy is completely correct; happiness is really hard to reach. I don't think there is any human who has actually reach genuine happiness. There is always some type of negativity in your life which prevents complete happiness.

"That's true. But if an opportunity presents itself you should take it. For example, Jay completely adoring you. I think he could be your happiness and he could be yours."

Troy stared at the wooden floors for a brief moment then sighed softly. He reached over for his phone then began to type. I'm not sure what he was doing, but I had an idea and I'm hoping I'm right. He put the phone to his ears, his eyes moving up to the ceiling. Moments later, he removed the phone from his ear then began to call again. I'm guessing he didn't answer and Troy called again. This repeated itself about four more times and Troy dropped his phone on the bed then stared at me.

"Something's wrong..." he mumbled and sat up quickly.

"What is it?" I ask him, curious as to why he suddenly seems worried. He called Jay about five times and he didn't pick up. Jay hates missing calls, he thinks whoever is calling him is probably calling him for a good reason, so he always answers. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm beginning to get worried also.

"He always has his phone and he always answers. Why isn't he answering, Shae?" he searched underneath his bed and pulled out a pair of shoes. As he does so, I take out my phone to call also. It was also no surprise when he didn't answer my calls either and I got more worried. Something is definitely wrong.

Troy and I rushed down the stairs. His mother, who was in the living room didn't even hear us because she watching television which could have been heard from upstairs. Troy was the first out of the house and he ran across the street. I followed behind him as he burst through Jay's front door. Jay's parents are barely ever home; they are always working. Everyone has their parent issues but I think Jay's situation is horrible. They basically neglect him. I doubt they even know a single fact about Jay. It's sad really. No one knows this though, only us two, and Jay wants it to remain that way.

"Jay!" Troy called as he rushed up the stairs to his bedroom. I really hope nothing is wrong. I really hope we're just over reacting and we'll find Jay sitting on his bed and he purposely ignored our calls. That would seriously be better than finding him hurt. His bedroom door was open and I immediately notice his phone on his bed, switched off.

I picked up the phone and turned it on as Troy frantically searched the room. I see all of our missed calls and I was surprised to see that he missed a call from his mother as well. Why would she call him? I mean, I know she's his mother but she obviously doesn't care. Why would she begin to care now? It's-

My thoughts were interrupted when I hear Troy scream my name. I turned back to Jay's bedroom door, as the scream was coming from their bathroom. I rush to Jay's bathroom and found Troy, hovered over Jay's unconscious body. Troy held his hand tightly and tears trickled down his cheeks. I was in shock, to be honest. How could this happen? What exactly happened? Honestly I have never actually seen an unconscious body this close, and it hurts more because it' my best friend.

"Shae, do something!" Troy screamed at me. I immediately snap out of my trance and dug out my phone, calling an ambulance immediately. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number and put it to my ears. As much as I hate crying, I feel a tear run down my face. This is my fucking best friend. But I don't know what to do. I'm watching Troy as he holds onto his hand and kiss Jay's cheek as he cried, but I feel like my feet are nailed to the ground and I can't really do anything about it.

I'm not this type of person. I'm stronger than this. But right now I feel to break down and cry. I never expected to see any of my loved ones in this type of situation. He's fricking unconscious on the ground and we have to wait here for an ambulance. We don't even know how long he's been here. We don't even know what happened. I feel horrible for not coming to his house sooner.

"Uh, I'm going to see if the ambulance is coming..." I mumble and slowly step back to exit the bathroom. I left Troy with Jay and walked down to the front. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffled.

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