Somebody That I Used To Know

➸ 17. Stitches

Shawn Mendes - Stitches

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This is just a filler chap but a necessary one.

Jade POV

Being suspended from school had its perks.

1. I get to lay in bed all day.

2. I get to pick up extra shifts at work and have extra money.

That was about all being suspended allowed me to do. Mom didn't ground me, but I didn't really have anywhere to go or anything to do, ergo, I had to stay at home all day every day and analyze my feelings.

Shawn Mendes was blaring through my room, the song stitches pulsing against my turquoise walls, all my windows open, balcony doors too. It was an appropriate song..

I thought I was starting to go insane not being able to see Julien's face every day, just to reassure me he was here. Watching from the window as he came and went wasn't enough - but at the same time, I wanted to act like I didn't care.

Him inviting Quinn over made me crazy, even though he didn't know we were friends, but still. I didn't like seeing him with someone else even if he hated me for whatever it is he hates me for.

It just hurt.

He was the one guy I had given myself to and even though he was my best friend, I couldn't help the feelings that came with it.

It seemed like forever ago since I last saw Julien when it had only been a few days. That night, the night I had found out about the letter and Quinn, I was so angry and hurt.

How dare he swoop into town, act like I don't exist and refuse to man up, telling me why he gave up on our friendship, only to start talking to females as soon as he's settled in. I didn't think I'd have to deal with that. I figured that I would get the chance to make amends first..

I was so livid that night, disgusted by him but later when Liam texted me, saying he needed my help, fear replaced anger.

He said Julien was hurt and he needed me to sew him up, to meet him outside as soon as they rolled up.

Without another thought, I was getting my supplies out and the anger I felt evaporated and worrying about him was all I could do.

The moment I saw them pull up and ran to the car to see all the blood, I was only worried about him and the disgust took a back seat. I didn't know if it was from the alcohol or the pain - but he had expressed genuine shock over the fact that I was the one going to remove the casing from his gunshot wound.

We got him on the couch inside his house and I told him to strip. He pulled his shirt off and my mouth about came off it's hinges once all the ink on his skin was staring back at me.

Thick black lines and detailed designs were littering his body from the back of his skull, to his feet. I thought they stopped at his waist, but once the jeans came down, I was gobsmacked to see his thighs were tatted, but just not as much. Even his feet had ink on them.

I had felt some sort of attraction - an animal attraction to him, when I saw those tattoos. Something about seeing him like that, all that muscle under his inked skin with it - it made my eyes bulge out of my head and my thighs clench deliciously.  There was sexxual tension on my part.. and soon i discovered on his part as well.

He had a woody, which shouldn't have really surprised me because it's Julien we're talking about, but I didn't understand why he had one for me and chocked it up to him being delirious from the pain.