You don't even want me

54.

[Camille]

I looked at myself in the mirror, quickly tugging at my jean jacket while straightening my back and neck. I stared at my curls and pulled them back, tilting my head so I could see the now purple spot that was still slightly there; I sighed. It was slowly fading away though, so I'd soon be able to tie my hair again.

I got myself together and gave myself one last glance before walking to the kitchen to put on my shoes.

Once they were on, I went to the hallway and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Chloe, I'm out!" I shouted and returned to the back door after hearing a faint 'Okay' from behind her door.

I closed the back door behind me and didn't give the cold air the time to freeze me, I just started making my way to the garage to grab my bike.

I'd decided to go over to Jasmine's house to talk to her; not to shout and be mad at her, but to reason and try to make it clear that it was slowly becoming enough for me and James, always having to handle her snappy comments and dirty glances. I just hoped that she'd want to listen to me, as James had quite put her in her place yesterday. I couldn't say I disagreed with any of the things he'd said though, but I wouldn't let her know.

I started driving to her house and the cold wind of a Saturday morning softly blew my hair out of my face, leaving my neck free for the air the explore.

While biking, I calmly looked at the houses I was passing, trying to come up with good ways to say the things I wanted to, but I couldn't really. I decided not to think about it too much and simply see how she would react at my presence in the first place.

When I reached her house and stood in front of her door, I felt really nervous; I had no idea how this little visit was going to go, she could actually be willing to talk to me about it, or she could slam the front door shut right in my face. But I told myself that if I wouldn't ring that bell, I'd never know.

I sighed and reached out for the little button, hearing the bell ring inside the house as soon as I'd touched it.

Her mother opened the door and was slightly surprised to see me, but not in a bad way. "Aah, who do we have here? Camille, nice to see you" she greeted me with a big smile, and I chuckled.

"Goodmorning Karen. I was just wondering if Jasmine was home" I asked her politely. She nodded and gestured for me to come in. I did and whiped my shoes on the little carpet, leaning down to untie my sneakers while Karen shouted for Jasmine that there was someone at the door for her.

"I'm coming!" she shouted back, only taking a few seconds before coming to rush down the stairs. Once she saw it was me, though, she stared at me and slowed down, keeping eye contact with me.

Her mother didn't seem to be aware of the tension between us, and if she was, she didn't show it and simply smiled. "Alright, I'll leave you girls alone" she said before leaving the little hallway and closing the glass door to the living room behind her. Jasmine reached the end of the stairs and stopped in front of me, not really knowing what to say or think.

She looked at me like she could get a lecture from me any second, but that wasn't what I came for.

"Hey" she softly said, seeming to be a little sad to see me, like she didn't like the fact we weren't completely on good terms either, but I mean, what did she expect if the only things she could say about my relationship were bad? She kind of had it coming.

"Hey" I replied, the silence in the hallway feeling like a huge weight on my shoulders. I slightly sighed and broke it. "Can we talk?"

She looked at me and nodded, not having a problem with just talking. "Sure."