Tell Me Your Story

23| 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐭.1

Jude

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Locking up after everyone eventually vanished, left my mind replaying the earlier events.

What in the hell was I witnessing?

I'm aware of the fact that I've only known Noah for about two years now but I never really thought he'd reach a point where his jealousy would be extremely evident in more than one persons eye. Like he's such a calmed dude, y'know.

I think everyone present in that room, maybe even the entire building, could tell that there were definitely some sparks flying between him and Stone. Maybe old ones, but still, sparks.

Slamming open the door like the handsome lunatic I am, my voice reached its peak.

"Can you explain to me what the fuck that was?!"

With no response, I repeated, but in a much high tone, receiving some sort of movement in return. 

"Dude, what the fuck." He yawned, rubbing his semi closed, eye balls. He was asleep? This early? "It's like past five man. The sun hasn't even risen up yet. What are you doing this early up?"

Checking my watch, I was surprised by how late it actually was and considering last nights events, something told me tonight was the last sleeping-in we were going to have.

Trying to back off my thoughts, I stepped a foot closer towards his side of the bed, "Bro, what happened out there man?"

"Well.. " He thought, continuing his eye rub. "You slammed open the door, said something, I was on the verge of having an anxiety slash heart slash attack, attack and, well-

"Noah."

I uttered his first name for the very first time in two years.

I guess I've been so caught up in calling him Chase.

"Yeah?"

"You very well know I wasn't referring to what just happened." Peaking over my shoulder blades, my eyes couldn't seem to catch any listeners near the slightly opened door. Assuring myself, I diverted my eyes from the slight opening.

"Oh God." Squeezing the corners of his Marvel covered pillow, "Not you as well."

Intensely staring at me, most likely awaiting an answer, he slowly begun lying himself back down, twiddling with his fingers. "Dude not now man. We could always fucking do this anytime late-

"Lucas." I met his orbs. My eyes literally begging him to give in.

After receiving another groan, I mouthed 'please', probably actually being portrayed as desperate for the very first time.

Puffing, he finally decided to bring himself back up, switching on the lamp that was relaxing on his chest draw.

"Just shut the door."

Mentally applauding myself, my blunt, exterior face followed his instruction, soon laying myself on my bed, adjacent to his.

Tiredly pulling himself to lean onto his beds' headboard slat, "So what do you want to know specifically?"

With no second thought, my mouth immediately begun rambling on its own, as per usual. "Why did you get so enraged earlier?" I mean, I understand what Chanelle said was beyond wrong in so many fucked up ways, but we've known her long enough to know that's how she is-

"That's how she is?" He repeated with a hint of anger.

"Not how she is but come on, its Chanelle bro. Chanelle. Our fucking, psychotic boss we've been working under for briefly two years thus far. You can't tell me that's the worst thing you've ever heard her say?"

By the quick way he cut off his concentration upon me, I could tell I was slowly heading on the right track.

Pissing him off was not going to do me any good and was definitely not going to get anything out of him besides more anger and possibly, more hatred towards someone I think we both know.

"Not that this relates to Chanelle but why him? The dudes a newb bro. What could you possibly have against him?"

"Him?" Noah repeated, beginning to titter by his next question, "Are you referring to that fucking prince charming?"

"Heith? The dude you so wrongly threw all your anger onto, when he was clearly trying to help you out?" I asked in a very much obvious sarcastic tone, "Yeah that's the guy I'm speaking about."

Evident he was peeved off by my sarcasm, I mentally smiled by the intentional trigger I pulled upon his nerves.

"Help? Really Jude? You think that dick was just trying to help me out?"

In an obvious tone, "Well yeah. I think everyone present there, including the chick, probably thought the sa-

"You see, that's the thing." He interrupted, groaning by my almost-completed-sentence. "There's just this something only I'm able to see. I can't necessarily point it out but I feel like I'm the only one seeing what kind of unrealistic narc the guy is. It's like whenever the dudes near me, I need to back away slowly. His presence as a whole, just irritates me, yknow."

"No, I actually don't." I chuckled by how exceedingly over-the-top he was getting. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you hate this guy."

"But... you don't." Spreading the feathers inside his pillow for more comfort, "because I don't hate anyone. I can't hate anyone for that matter." Suddenly growing disquiet, "Even if I fucking tried."

The quick discomfort that filled the air tied me into believing the Stone chick that was tied up there, the root of the blow out between the two, had something to do with his sudden change of tone.

"Does any of this relates to that chick."

Continuing the fluff of his pillow, "Chick?"

"Yeah. The one who you abruptly got all defensive about."

"Hannah?" He named, as if I actually gave a fuck about the captives' first names. "And I certainly did not get 'all defensive' about her. I barely know the dude."

"But you know her name?"

"I was assigned to check up on her. A lot recently. You can verify it with Chanelle."

"So you've never once seen her outside of the organization?"

"Nah."

"And you were never once tasked to capture her?"

"Nah."

"And you've never taken any interest in her?"

"Nah."

"And you're entire blow out had nothing to do with her?"

"Nah."

"And you don't think she's attractive whatsoever?"

"I've fucked prettier."

"So you won't mind if i take-

"Fucking no." I swear his eye balls were on the verge of almost falling out of their sockets, slightly astounding me by his change of tone. "She's not something you can just take Jude. She's not some kind of object so don't ask fucking stupid questions."

By the risen silence, my eyes couldn't remove themselves off him slowly smiling by the serious expression he had planted upon himself.

"What?" His brow rose, immediately dropping once he finally realized what he had said, "You ass. Was this your plan all along?"

Chuckling by how slow witted he was, I begun untying my laces, nodding my head continuously.

"You fucking cunt." He muttered under his breath. Releasing a huge amount of negative energy, he leaned his head onto his beds' headboard slat, "So.. what'd you want to know?"