Colourless

Chapter 18-Party Photos

Ok, so maybe things aren't going as well as we all thought.

I just couldn't fall asleep for some reason. I was laying on my bed. I had my phone up in the air. The screen, though at its most dimmest, illuminated my face. I was looking through Facebook. I don't use Facebook much.

I suddenly received a notification. It was from Dylan, a guy I've known since grade 3. We don't talk much anymore. Maybe the odd message on Facebook but nothing interesting.

Dylan, along with many other people at our school, had decided to go to a party tonight at one of the popular's house. Dylan had just shared a ton of photos with everyone. I, bored out of my mind, decided to look through the photos. Maybe I'd see someone I know.

I soon came to some photos. Photos of Jax. It was almost a timeline of everything Jax had done/is currently doing tonight.

Jax and his band, arms over each others shoulders, walking up the driveway to the party. Jax having a drink. Jax with a flirtatious girl. Jax drinking more. Flirtatious girl kissing Jax on the cheek. Flirtatious girl on Jax's lap. Jax drinking more while flirtatious girl is on his lap. Jax kissing the flirtatious girl. Jax drinking more. Jax drinking more with his arm around a different girl; the girl with the cleavage. The girl with the cleavage sitting on the pool table with Jax's hands on her hips. Jax licking what I hope is sherbet out of the girl's cleavage.

What on Earth does Jax think he's doing?

Oh boy, I feel sorry for Bailey.

Jax is a total jerk.

Has Bailey seen the photos yet?

Why would Jax do this to her?

Does Bailey know Jax went to this party?

Jax is so dead when I see him next.

Why didn't Bailey go to the party?

I sat there speechless yet my head kept running. I couldn't believe what I had just saw. This is going to crush Bailey.

I sat there undecided. I wasn't sure whether I should call Bailey. What if she already knows? What if I have to be the one to tell her? Would she even believe me? I should probably speak to her in person but it's 11pm. It's kinda too late to just rock up to her house besides I don't even know where she lives.

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So, how do you reckon Elliot should approach the situation?

I find it kinda entertaining how I could manage to turn one simple little event in the life of me into something entirely different in the life of Jax. How did I manage to write an entire chapter from one sentence all because of this one simple little event in the life of me? I don't know.