Talking to Cole took longer than expected. And only left me enough time to prepare spaghetti. Jonathen and dad weren't home yet which gave me an advantage.
I gently blow on the spaghetti as I stir the boiling pot of water. I lift up the spaghetti preventing it from sticking to each other. The sound of the door bell making me jump in surprise. The boiling water stinging my finger.
I yelp in pain but quickly cover my mouth with my hands. Both Jonathen and dad have their keys, so it wouldn't make any sense for them to ring the door bell. I stagger towards the door with my finger throbbing as I hold a hot spoon in my hand. I unlock the door and turn the knob tentively.
I swing the door open revealing the last person I expected to see on my front porch.
"Yo." Cole greets hands behind his back.
I sigh in relief, grateful that it wasn't a burglar. But regardless of that he made me burn my finger and now he is here to annoy me. "What are you doing here? You already took up most of my time on the phone. If your here just to tick me off-"
Cole rolls his eyes. "Just shut up for a second." He breathes out.
I huff in defeat blowing on my burnt finger. Waiting for him to continue.
"Okay. Since we're going to this so-called party together. I thought we might as well match right?" He says matter-of-factly. "So.. I got these!" He exclaims smugly. Lifting up two black masks covered in Gold glitter rims.They looked gorgeous.
I never would have thought dati- I mean fake dating the playboy will be this surprising. Cole's actions are more heartfelt than I expected from him.
"You know. I think I figured you out." I say scrutinizing up at him.
He raises his eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. You put on that tough, bad boy act so others won't realizes how you truly are inside. But in reality you are benevolent."
He remains passive for a second. But then a smirk appears looking down at me with the same expression on his face.
"That's where you're wrong, Y." He replies in a whimsical tone as he walks past me and into my house. "But nice try." He stops in the middle of my ktichen with his back turned to me. "Is the water supposed to be spilling out the pot like that?"
"What?!" I nearly shriek rushing over to the pot. I turn the flame down and sift the pasta and stir in the pre-made tomato sauce.
Cole's laughter is heard in the background making me furious that he is laughing at my failures. I grab a strip of pasta and throw it at him. It misses and hits the floor with a splat. Which only makes Cole laugh even harder.
I furrow my eyebroes in annoyance and turn my back to him and continue to stir.
"Don't underesitamte me, Y. Because I already figured you out." He breathes into my ear his lips centimeters away from my cheek.
My breathe hitches, my throat suddenly feeling parched. His hands wrap around my waist as he brings my body close to his.
"You say you're fine when you are actually not. When you admit to something you mean it." He pauses his voice getting lower. "But what you don't want others to know is that you need someone there for you, to love you. And to fill in the hole your mother created." He says solemnly gripping onto me tighter.
I could feel my chest swelling up as I try to hold back the tears. "She was a good mother. You don't know what you're talking about." I choke on my words as I take his hands off me. "I think you should leave." I say with my back still turned torwards him.
"Y, I'm-"
"Leave now." I affront finally facing him on the verge of tears.
His eyes widen in shock at the sight of my expression. He hangs his head down dolefully. "Yeah. Okay." He nods his head in defeat. And leaves out the door without a word.
At that point I couldn't hold back the tears as they pour down my face, stinging every time it hit my skin.
How could he blame her for the emptiness I felt inside. Who does he think he is to be insulting her like that? He wouldn't understand. He knows nothing.
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Cole's pov:What were you thinking Cole?! How can you be so idoitic and reckless at the same time? You made her cry. I walk down the stairs my weight suddenly getting heavier and heavier.
I punch the side of my car creating a slight indent. "Fuck!" I hiss. The impact of the hit causing pain to irrupt in my hand.
I apply pressure on my knuckles and sigh deeply. And notice I still had the mask, I must have left the other one inside. I couldn't go back now, she'll hate me more than she already does right now.
I get in my car and search for my pills in my cubie. I lazily take two out from the container and swallow them. I laid back on the cushion of the passenger seat and closed my eyes. How could I forget? Now I could vaguely remember Jonathen telling me how Yvette never knew that her mother never tried to contact her. If her mother was never there for her, then who will?
My phone rings startling me. Sean's ID pops up on the screen.
"Hey." I answer
"Yo can you come over now?" Sean asks.
My eyes shift to the time lit up in green light. It read 9:45 pm.
"Yeah okay." I respond
"Thanks" he replies swiflty hanging up the phone. I throw my phone to the side and start my engine.
As I ride down the dark road I feel my eyes closing. I fight to keep concentrated on what's in front of me. But it only gets worst as my head starts feeling dizzy, everything becomes fuzzy. Once I realize the light is red I slam the break but it is to no avail as the honk of another car rings in my ears. And everything goes black.
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So? I added Cole's pov to this chapter ive been planning to do for awhile now but I was waiting for the right time. So tell me what you think in the comments below, and should I do more of them?
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