Wrong Numbers(GL)

Chapter 1

"What now!?" Sky whirled around on her.

"My jacket." Jo smirked obnoxiously. "I need it too." She pulled it from its hook near the door. "Okay. Now I'm ready." She shoved her arms through the worn jean jacket, pulling the hood up over her head.

"Are you sure?" Sky huffed, raising a brow at her as she placed her hand on her hip.

Jo took a moment to think, perhaps a little longer than she actually needed before nodding. "Yeah. I'm sure."

"Good because I'm not stopping this time." And with that Jo was dragged from her apartment for the first time in nearly a month.

As Jo was dragged down the hall toward the half-working elevator, panic began to work itself into the pit of her stomach. Her heart rate picked up as the palms of her hands were suddenly dripping with sweat, mouth deathly dry. 'Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.'

The sound of a car door opening caused Jo to snap back into the present. "Eyyyy! Sky took you long enough!" A male voice yelled.

"Sorry, Topher. I had to drag my sister out of her hobbit hole." Sky laughed as she let go of Jo's arm leaving her standing on the curb. The cool air of the night filled her lungs as she breathed deeply. She felt as if she were just treading water, just barely managing to keep her head above water.

"So, this is the mysterious sister, eh?" Another voice said, this one female but Jo didn't dare look up because if she did she was sure that she would bail. Bolt right back inside where she was safe and where nobody could see her. She chanced a look just to see Sky scooting into the seat. "I thought you'd look more alike."

"Yeah, well she's adopted." Sky off-handedly said, it was easier than explaining the truth on how they were actually related. God knows Jo didn't need that extra attention on her now.

Jo felt her chest tighten as they began talking, anxiety coiling itself tightly around her chest. They were talking about her which meant people were looking at her. Looking at her and her face. Her scared, marred and ugly face.

'Fuck. Don't look at me. Stop it. Stop talking about me.' Jo's chest was tight as her breath hitched in her throat. 'Why did I fucking agree to this? Why did I say yes? I knew this would happen. I knew they would just stare at m–'

"Come on, Jo." Sky's voice cut through Jo's panic and she jerked up, realizing that Sky was leaning out of the car. "Or we'll leave you behind." She said with a laugh, obviously joking but Jo couldn't find the humor in it.

'Yes. Leave me behind. Let me go back inside where it's safe. Where I'm safe.' Jo thought even as she was climbing in the back seat, where she was squished up against the door. There were definitely too many people in this hatchback.

"Are you okay?" A different female voice spoke. "Sky, is your sister okay? She looks like she's gonna throw up."

"She's fiiii–yikes." Sky cringed, leaning forward placing a hand on Jo's knee. "Are you okay, Jo? I can have Topher turn back." She asked and Jo could barely manage a nod and a quiet.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Jo leaned as far into the door as she could manage. 'God. I'm such a fucking liar.'

"Okay. I'll trust you." Sky sounded hesitant as she removed her hand from her knee. She leaned forward as she shouted. "Alright! Turn that music up, Topher!"

Jo turned to awkwardly stare out the window as she fiddled with the patch on the hem of her jacket. It's frayed edges pulled from time and years of abuse. Her pulse thudded in her ears as she half listened to the conversation that was happening around her. "So, Jo," The artist jerked forcefully back into their body, into the situation that was causing her nothing but uncomfort. "What do you do for a living?"