Jennel's POV:
Marissa stares at me and then faces the front of the car, starting the engine and then pulling out of the parking lot and on to the road, she turns to face me before letting out a sigh and then driving in the direction of the apartment.
I just stare out of the window while tapping my fingers against my thigh as Marissa stops at a red light, turning to face me and then groaning when I turn away from her.
"What the hell is wrong?" she asks and I turn to face her, kinking my eyebrow at her.
"Why do you care?"
"Because I have to live with your moody teenage ass, so tell me what's wrong." She says, glaring at me as the lights turn to green, she doesn't move though.
"Yea, might want to drive."
"I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me what's wrong." She says, shutting the engine off and then turn to face me properly. "So what's wrong?" She says as the person behind us honks their horns at us causing Marissa to roll her eyes.
"Fucking hell, Demi and I had an argument okay that's it so now you can start the fucking car again before the person behind us gets out and pummels you to death." I say glaring at her until she starts the engine and drives off in the direction of the apartment. The rest of the car journey is silent, well apart from the radio.
When we pull up outside the apartment block Marissa shuts the engine off and then I get out of the car, grabbing my bag from in between my feet before slamming the door shut and then walking towards the entrance of the apartment block. I slide my keys out of my pocket before unlocking the door and then walking inside. I make my way down the corridor towards the apartment, unlocking the door and then pushing it open before walking inside.
I throw my bag on the ground next to the sofa as I make my way down the hallway, walking towards mine and Demi's bedroom. I push the door open and shuffle inside, unbuttoning my shirt as I kick the door shut. When my shirt's unbuttoned I slide it down my arms and let it drop to the ground before sliding my jeans and my legs and then kicking them off.
I walk towards the closet, pulling it open and then grabbing a pair of grey sweat pants; I slide them up my legs and then pull a draw open, grabbing one of Demi's hoodies before pulling it over my head and then sliding my arms into the sleeves. I leave the hood up as I make my way out of the bedroom. Slowly walking down the hallway and back into the living room, Marissa is stood in the kitchen; she smiles at me as I walk towards the sofa.
I jump on it and lie in the middle before staring up at the ceiling while placing my hand on my stomach as the hoodie slides up slightly. Marissa moves around in the kitchen and then turns the stereo on before walking out of the kitchen and towards me.
"Jennel."
"What?"
"Are you just going to lie there and mope about Demi?"
"I don't know probably, why?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the ceiling and not bothering to look at her.
"Because you're going to end up annoying me so I'm going to Dallas', bye." She says, grabbing her keys off the worktop in the kitchen before walking towards the door and then leaving, slamming the door behind her, leaving me staring at the sofa.
Maybe it was my fault that Demi is pissed off with me, maybe it is my fault that Demi will probably come home and want to kill me while also ignoring me at the same time. I should've just told her why I was in the shitty mood I was in, I shouldn't have smoked weed, why the fuck do I always seem to fuck things up?
Okay maybe I should make food to fix things, she's knows that I can't cook to save my life so maybe if I cook something then she'll realise that I'm actually sorry for acting like a spoilt brat. I need to show her that I had a moment of weakness when I smoked pot with Wes, that if I could take it all back I would because I hate arguing with Demi, although make up sex with Demi is fucking amazing.
I groan while pushing myself off the sofa and then walking into the kitchen, pulling the cupboard open and staring into it until something decides to cook its self… I let out a muffles sigh before reaching up and grabbing random boxes and jars before lining them up on the worktop and then staring at them.
Maybe I should just ring Wes and he can tell me how to cook and maybe what things I'm going to need because so far all I've pulled out is a box of pasta, a tin of peas and a tin of chicken soup. I really don't think that I can make anything remotely edible out of them. I slide my phone out of my pocket and unlock it before scrolling through my contacts until I get to Wes' name. I click on it and then tap the call button before bringing my phone to my ear and then leaning against the worktop.
"What?"
"How do I cook?" I ask, staring into the living room as Wes lets out a groan, probably rolling his eyes at me.
"What do you want to cook?"
"I don't know something easy." I mumble because there is no way I will be making something super complicated that involves using more than two pans as well as using the oven and the grill, no thank you I am teenager I can just about make toast without burning it.
"What do you have in?"
"Um pasta? I don't know I don't do the shopping, Demi does."
"Well then get her to cook."
"No, I'm cooking because I feel like a shitty girlfriend because I smoked pot again and I took my anger out on her." I say into my phone causing Wes to let out another groan before muttering something under his breath.
"Have you got your laptop?"
"Um, yea why?"
"Well then go and get it, call me on Skype and I'll tell you how to cook something while being able to watch you."
"I love you Wes." I say into my phone before ending the call and then running out of the kitchen, making my way towards mine and Demi's room and grabbing my laptop from underneath the bed. I hold it against my chest as I run back towards the kitchen, placing it on the worktop and then opening it. It turns on and I rest my elbow on the worktop waiting for it to actually let me open Skype.
I quickly log in and the second I'm logged in Wes is calling me, I quietly laugh while answering the call, he glares at me and I just innocently smile at him. He shakes his head and then laughs before sitting up properly.
"So what do you want to cook?"
"I told you before, something easy."
"I'm sure the only thing that you can actually make is pasta." He says causing me to glare at him. "Okay I'm sorry, why don't you make pizza, like make the dough and everything, that way it's something you like and you've actually put effort into making it."
"How the fuck do I make pizza dough?!" I yell, throwing my arms in the air and then letting out a groan as I rest my head against the worktop listening to Wes laughing at me through the laptop. "Shut the fuck up Wes or I will murder you through the fucking internet!" I scream, lifting my head up and glaring at him, he stops laughing and then runs his fingers through his hair.
"Okay all you need is flour, water, salt and butter." He says, kinking his eyebrow at me as I start pulling cupboards open in an attempt to look for the things that Wes told me to get.
"What kind of flour, Demi has like three different types, why the fuck do you need more than one fucking type of flour?!"
"Plain."
"Fucking plain flour can suck a dick its right at the top, I am not climbing on this worktop to get it down!"
"Jennel just climb up and get it."
"Fine." I mumble, climbing on to the worktop and then kneeling on it as I reach forwards and grab the bag of plain flour off the top shelf. As I grab the bag it rips open, leaving me and most of the worktop covered in flour and Wes laughing at me while, I jump off the worktop and shake so most of the flour is on the floor and I'm only covered in a thin layer of floury dust.
"You fucking idiot."
"You can shut the fuck up Wes before I fucking hurt you!" I scream, glaring at him.
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I turn around and glare at Wes through the camera for what must be the fifth time in two minutes, he flips me off, it's not my fault that I keep dropping things and that fact that I have spilt most of the sauce on the floor.
"I'm closing this laptop I don't need you anymore, bye asshole." I say, smirking at him through the camera before shutting the laptop. I let out a sigh because I probably did still need Wes but to be honest he was becoming fucking annoying and I was becoming far too close to going to his house and stabbing him to death with a fucking blunt knife.
I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping sauce and flour all over my head and my hair, I let out a groan, attempting to wipe the crap off my face as the front door opens and Demi walks in, throwing her bag on the ground and then kicking her shoes off before slamming the door shut.
She doesn't look up at me, she's probably ignoring me, I let out a sigh as she makes her way towards the hallway, walking past the kitchen and looking inside slightly, she does a double take when she sees me stood in the middle of the kitchen covered in flour and sauce. I innocently smile at her and she giggles before walking into the kitchen and then standing in front of me.
"Um what are you doing baby?"
"S-so I'm still your baby?" I ask, looking down and fiddling with the hem of Demi's hoodie.
"Maybe, if you tell me what you're doing?"
"I-I'm trying to cook for you, not exactly working out though." I say, glancing up at her and then smiling at her as she laughs, wiping sauce off my cheek and then smiling at me.
"I thought you couldn't cook, that's why Wes always cooked for you." Demi says, laughing as she looks around the room at all the spilt flour and the sauce that I dropped on the floor as well as the burnt pizza that I had to put in the bin because when I say burnt I mean fucking black.
"He was Skyping me and but then he was pissing me off so I ended the call, Demi I just wanted to show you that I'm sorry for being a shitty girlfriend and I'm sorry for smoking pot again and I'm sorry for taking my anger out on you in the middle of your class." I say, looking down as she places her hands on my shoulders and then makes me look up at her.
"Yea you were pretty shitty, so are you going to actually tell me why I won't see you in school for a week?"
"Because I don't have an alibi for the time the fire started because I was fucking you against a door, which you already know." I say, pressing my head against hers and then leaning forwards to press my lips against hers. She pulls away through, shaking her head at me causing me to pout at her.
"I'm still pissed off with you so I will not be kissing you any time soon."
"Are you going to make me sleep on the sofa?" I ask, pouting at her and then attempting to lean forwards and kiss her but getting pushed back again.
"It's a possibility that I will make you sleep on the sofa but I haven't decided yet."
"Please don't make me sleep on the sofa; it's so uncomfortable to sleep on." I whine, unwrapping my arms around her and then leaning against the worktop as she rolls her eyes at me. "Demi don't be annoyed with me."
"How can I not be annoyed with you, you treated me like a piece of shit in the middle of a lesson and then you went and smoked pot, which you said you weren't going to do anymore." Demi replies, running her fingers through her hair and then rolling her eyes at me because I pouted at her.
"I'm sorry Demi." I mumble, walking away from her and then grabbing my laptop before walking out of the kitchen and making my way down the hallway and towards mine and Demi's bedroom. I push the door open and then walk inside before lying in the middle of the bed with my laptop next to me; I stare up at the ceiling as Demi walks into the room and sits on the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing now?"
"Well considering I'm not sleeping in here tonight I thought I might try and sleep now." I mumble, turning over knowing that Demi wouldn't be able to deal with the fact that I'm ignoring her. She lies next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me closer to her, I move away from her and she just sighs before moving closer to me.
"You're not allowed to be pissed off with me." She mumbles, pulling me closer to me, resting her chin on my shoulder.
"Why not? You won't let me sleep in the bed, and you're still pissed off with me because I smoked the smallest amount of pot and I flipped at you in front of a class, other students flip at teachers all the time." I say, staring at the wall in front of me as she laces our fingers together, I lean against her as I slowly close my eyes and she holds me against her.
"I love you, you're a little shit but I love you."
"I love you too." I whisper as she grazes her thumb over the top of my head and then presses her lips to the side of my neck.