Room 417, Friday night
After the common room, Jaye heads back to her room, and kind of falls onto her bed with the door closed. So, hm. There was the marshmallow thing, and then work, which was really boring considering that after work was spent making out in the breakroom. Oops. Followed by a fishie funeral complete with Archie right after said makeout on the breakroom. But then there was the common room where there was talk of crimefighting and glitter ninjas and Bridge holding her like something broken, so.
She gets up, gets ready for bed, and then looks at her cell phone.
Sharon sounds nice and frustrated when she picks up the phone. "Have you no consideration?"
"No," says Jaye. "You called me, remember?"
"Bad timing."
"I was at a funeral today, you could be a little nice to me."
Sharon audibly gasps. "Oh my god. Who?"
"RT. I don't think I talked about her much," says Jaye, who knows she can be a heinous bitch at times. "But there was some soulpaining going on."
There's a pause. "Um. Okay," she says, and Jaye spends a little while ignoring the background mumbles. She doesn't want to know, doesn't want to know... "Mom and Dad said you didn't return their calls-"
"Yeah, I'm avoiding their calls." Because they check up on her.
"But you call me back?"
"Yeah." Because Sharon doesn't check up on her.
"You make no sense."
Jaye shrugs. "Keeps things interesting. Do you have compa-"
Sharon's talking before Jaye even finishes the sentence. "So I hear you have a boyfriend," she interrupts, using a tone like a ha!.
"Ex," she says. "We broke up."
"Nooooo!" Sharon yells into the phone. "No breakups! Mom and Dad were almost convinced you were going to turn out to be a responsible adult. Now they're going to be focused on why I don't have a boyfriend!"
There are more muffled comments from Sharon's end of the line, and Jaye continues to ignore them while Sharon has her whispered argument. Or not. "Do you mind? I'm on the phone," says Jaye.
A moment later, Sharon says, "Okay. What happened? The way you talked at Christmas you seemed to really like him."
Jaye shrugs, and doesn't know why she feels like she needs to tell Sharon anything. Except the only person that's even really addressed the issue is Angela, and besides being outright omgdirty with the comments in class, no one seems to know about the Crunch thing. And seriously, does she have to keep calling him Crunch while they're... doing whatever the hell they're doing? "I do. It's just..." Jaye sighs, and doesn't say Mom and Dad were almost convinced I was going to turn out to be a responsible adult. "I'd rather be the bitch who broke up with a guy because she's a flirty little ho than be the bitch who cheated on her boyfriend."
Another pause. "What the hell."
Another shrug. "There's a guy."
"You flirty little ho. You've already got a new boyfriend?"
"Not boyfriend," Jaye corrects quickly. "There is going to be no boyfriend-having here. Just... flinging. Repeat that to Mom and Dad and I swear I will make things Interesting for you."
"God, like I'd want to deal with that?" says Sharon. "What do you take me for, a masochist?"
"I don't want to know what you do in your spare time."
"I'm hanging up on you. You're sixteen and you're flinging?"
"Flirty ho, remember?" Jaye says. And really, she should probably mention that not-going-to-be-a-girlfriend thing to the boy in question, because... Dammit, he just needs to stop being cute at her. No nose-kissing, no nuzzling, just... more shoving against lockers and the like. She can handle that right now.
Sharon then slowly asks, "You sent me an e-mail about girlkissing."
"It was Spin the Bottle, okay, shut up. You've kissed way more girls than me."
"I should hope so!" She almost sounds offended.
"Anyway, I'll let you get back to your... not-flinging not-company-having," says Jaye. "Tell Mom and Dad I'm fine and to send money."
"Bite me."
"Couldn't pay me enough," says Jaye, and hangs up.
She gets up, gets ready for bed, and then looks at her cell phone.
Sharon sounds nice and frustrated when she picks up the phone. "Have you no consideration?"
"No," says Jaye. "You called me, remember?"
"Bad timing."
"I was at a funeral today, you could be a little nice to me."
Sharon audibly gasps. "Oh my god. Who?"
"RT. I don't think I talked about her much," says Jaye, who knows she can be a heinous bitch at times. "But there was some soulpaining going on."
There's a pause. "Um. Okay," she says, and Jaye spends a little while ignoring the background mumbles. She doesn't want to know, doesn't want to know... "Mom and Dad said you didn't return their calls-"
"Yeah, I'm avoiding their calls." Because they check up on her.
"But you call me back?"
"Yeah." Because Sharon doesn't check up on her.
"You make no sense."
Jaye shrugs. "Keeps things interesting. Do you have compa-"
Sharon's talking before Jaye even finishes the sentence. "So I hear you have a boyfriend," she interrupts, using a tone like a ha!.
"Ex," she says. "We broke up."
"Nooooo!" Sharon yells into the phone. "No breakups! Mom and Dad were almost convinced you were going to turn out to be a responsible adult. Now they're going to be focused on why I don't have a boyfriend!"
There are more muffled comments from Sharon's end of the line, and Jaye continues to ignore them while Sharon has her whispered argument. Or not. "Do you mind? I'm on the phone," says Jaye.
A moment later, Sharon says, "Okay. What happened? The way you talked at Christmas you seemed to really like him."
Jaye shrugs, and doesn't know why she feels like she needs to tell Sharon anything. Except the only person that's even really addressed the issue is Angela, and besides being outright omgdirty with the comments in class, no one seems to know about the Crunch thing. And seriously, does she have to keep calling him Crunch while they're... doing whatever the hell they're doing? "I do. It's just..." Jaye sighs, and doesn't say Mom and Dad were almost convinced I was going to turn out to be a responsible adult. "I'd rather be the bitch who broke up with a guy because she's a flirty little ho than be the bitch who cheated on her boyfriend."
Another pause. "What the hell."
Another shrug. "There's a guy."
"You flirty little ho. You've already got a new boyfriend?"
"Not boyfriend," Jaye corrects quickly. "There is going to be no boyfriend-having here. Just... flinging. Repeat that to Mom and Dad and I swear I will make things Interesting for you."
"God, like I'd want to deal with that?" says Sharon. "What do you take me for, a masochist?"
"I don't want to know what you do in your spare time."
"I'm hanging up on you. You're sixteen and you're flinging?"
"Flirty ho, remember?" Jaye says. And really, she should probably mention that not-going-to-be-a-girlfriend thing to the boy in question, because... Dammit, he just needs to stop being cute at her. No nose-kissing, no nuzzling, just... more shoving against lockers and the like. She can handle that right now.
Sharon then slowly asks, "You sent me an e-mail about girlkissing."
"It was Spin the Bottle, okay, shut up. You've kissed way more girls than me."
"I should hope so!" She almost sounds offended.
"Anyway, I'll let you get back to your... not-flinging not-company-having," says Jaye. "Tell Mom and Dad I'm fine and to send money."
"Bite me."
"Couldn't pay me enough," says Jaye, and hangs up.