Troublebaker || chaennie

confrontation

Jennie

She set her forks down and turned to face Rosie. It's evident that the blonde is thinking about something. She had been smiling at Jennie, but it had not extended to her eyes. She also observed Rosie's reaction to her earlier attempt to grasp for her arm, which caused her to take a step back.

She asked what was wrong, but the blonde only shrugged and attempted to smile, as if to say everything was fine.

It isn't, though. They were almost finished with dinner when she sought to give Rosie some space to talk. It was the first time she saw awkwardness between them, and the tension was high.

Jennie sat up straight. She gave Rosie enough time; at this point, it's probably fair to inquire as to what's wrong.

"Ro—"

"Jen." She was cut off. "You wanted to tell me something. What is it?"

Jennie shifted in her seat. The way Rosie speaks has an undercurrent. Like she's putting her on trial for something. And as much as she wanted to confess everything, she thinks this isn't the right time, not if Rosie is visibly upset.

Jennie exhaled deeply. "I think we should talk about it another time. Is everything okay? What happened?" She reached for Rosie's hand, but the blonde withdrew and grabbed her wine glass.

Jennie clenched her fists and retreated her hand, awkwardly placing it on her lap.

"You said it was important." Rosie prodded, "Just say it."

Jennie shook her head. "No. I mean, it is. But not right now." Jennie shifted and looked straight into Rosie's eyes. She tried to find warmth there, but all she sees is a blank stare.

Jennie heaved a sigh. "Something's obviously bothering you, Rosie. We can talk next time when you're ready."

When Rosie responded, her voice carried an obvious sense of fury that caused Jennie's legs to wobble as she was about to rise up.

"Well then, let me start. Was it fun?" Jennie blinked, confused by the question and sudden aggression.

"Wha—" Before she could even begin to question, she was interrupted once more.

"Did you have fun? Did you get what you wanted?"

Jennie started to panic. The look on Rosie's face is something she didn't want to see.

"Rosie, I don't understand I—"

"You don't understand? No, Jennie. It is I who don't understand." Rosie spat.

Rosie stood up, hands shaking, as she pointed her index finger at Jennie.

"You—You lied to me." Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and Rosie tried to blink them away. Gone was the angry tone Rosie once held; it was replaced with sadness and disappointment, which broke Jennie's heart even more.

And then it her. Rosie knew. How? Fuck. She doesn't know. And it doesn't matter. She was too late. She had put that broken look on Rosie's face, and she hated herself for it.

She wanted to reach out and wipe Rosie's tears away, but she clenched her fist instead.

No, she wouldn't reach out. She doesn't deserve it. She is not deserving of Rosie. Her fears and self-doubt all flooded back to her.

I put that look on her face. I don't deserve her.

With her continued silence, Rosie's anger seems to be back with vengeance.

"Why?" Rosie nearly shouted. "Was it just for fun? Were you just playing around?" Rosie glanced at her, her eyes begging, "Were you simply playing with me?"