Jealous - D.M.

Chapter 27

I laid draped across his bed with my legs crossed in a seductive manner.

I waited for his arrival. It didn't come that night. Or that morning.

My seductive facade slowly turned into a pathetic one. I felt absolutely utterly stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Of course he was with Pansy instead of me.

He always chooses everyone over me.

Why can't he ever pick me? 

Why can't anyone ever just pick me?

Am I broken? A jagged puzzle piece that just can't fit with anyone else?

I wiped the tears from my red cheeks and rose to my full height.

A piece of my heart broke and was left in that room. 

I walked down the stairs with a false face of confidence. There laying before me was Draco. Hair tossled, shirt buttons undone, swollen lips, a cocky fucking smirk on his lips. "Good morning," his voice rasped out.

I stood there with my eyes dead set upon his cold ones. He cocked his head to the side and rose from his seat. He walked over to me in a mere three strides. His finger tilted my chin up to look in his eyes. 

Not even an ounce of pity in them. "Fuck you!" I screamed.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"Fuck me? Fuck me? I didn't do shit to you." 

I scoffed," You strung me along. Made me believe that this," I pointed between us, "would actually  happen so fuck you."

A lazy eye roll escaped from him. "What was I supposed to do?"

My face became calm, my stance becoming unbothered.

His mouth shrewed into an ugly grimace as he yelled into my face, "What the fuck was I supposed to do?"

Silence filled the room. 

He watched me for a few seconds before shaking his head and turning to leave. 

"Love me," I whispered.

He halted his steps and didn't move.

"All you had to do was love me." my voice broke.

His fists clenched as he stalked towards me with a face full of rage.

He grabbed my face hard and pushed his lips onto mine. My body seemed to melt into him. It felt wrong so fucking wrong but I couldn't leave his embrace. Scared to move a muscle as to break the kiss. 

He leaned back and whispered, "I don't love anyone. I don't know what love is. I-I do know I feel very strongly towards you, I don't know if thats love but-"

I kissed him. As hard as I could. Trying to push my love into him to make him love me back. My jagged puzzled piece desperately trying to fit into his.