Hooded with a Mask (MaskyxHoody)

Chapter 3

Masky

I heard a loud knock on the door that made me get off the floor and rush to it. I hope it wasn't Hoody, I'm not brave enough to face him now. I felt guilt comr across me, but I brushed it away.

Quickly composing myself, I opened the door cautiously and to my surprise and relief it was Jane the killer. Why was she here. She and I aren't really good friends. But I let her in anyway.

"Hey Jane, what's up?" She shrugged and stepped passed me to sit on Hoody's bed. Jane picked up the picture I was looking at a while back. It seemed like she was examining it.

I closed the door and sat on my bed. Questions rising in my mind on why she was here. She put the picture down carefully and slowly, but gracefully stepped over to my side and sat down next to me. Just a little to close for my comfort.

"J-Jane what do y-you want." I hate that my voice was stuttering and took a deep breath. I let it out and began to say it again with more confidence.  "Jane, why are-"

I was quickly cut off as she took off my mask and leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth and quickly pulled back. Jane scooted closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. I was too astonished to notice that her head was on me.

Jane just kissed me. This doesn't even make any sense. I never really talk to Jane and  every time I see her she has never shown interest in dating me. She usually doesn't even give me a second glance in the hallway.

She nuzzeled my neck and held me close. I was starting to tense up. Jane stared up at me and smiled. Her's was not as wide as Jeff's. Who's smile stretched across his face. You could literally say he was smiling from ear to ear.

I pulled back a little, but she just came close again. "I've always liked you Masky,  I just didn't know how to tell you. Your so brave and confident. I believed only rejection." Rejection. I hated that word now because I remember I rejected Hoody. Well I'm thinking about it, but I still rejected him some what.

I held her hands so that they weren't around me any more and she got her face out of my neck to stare at me. "Uh...Jane I don't....I don't like you that way." Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "What do you mean 'you don't like me that way.'".

I squared my shoulders to look confident and stared her in the eyes. To make what I was about to say perfectly clear. "I mean what I mean. I do not see you as a girlfriend." Jane tilted her head and she smiled wider.

She gave a dramatic sigh. "Well I didn't want to have to do this but..." I was confused because I didn't know what she was talking about.

Jane curled some of my hair on her fingure and untwisted it to make it bounce and fall back on my head. She leaned close to me and kissed me again with sudden force that it caused me to lay back on the bed. I tried to say stop, but for some reason she was more powerful than me. I couldn't move my legs or arms anymore now that she was on top of me.

My brain went in to panic and started screaming Hoody's name. This is wrong. What if Hoody was watching. I'm so glad Hoody wasn't here but then I heard the door open and a sound that sounded like crying. It was familiar. 

Jane stopped, I was happy about that, and we both looked over to see who it was. It was Hoody and he saw what I had done. Well what Jane did, but I still believe I could've done something, anything. Jane got up and brushed her self off. "Seems like my work here is done." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and with that, walked out closing the door behind her.

Work... she did this on someone else's proposal. Or was she just being a jerk. Either way I was pissed at her and made sure the next time we crossed paths she will be the one that can't get up.

I walked over to Hoody and began to hold him for comfort, but he flinched away like I just shocked him with a lightening bolt. He wiped his eyes and stood up. "Look if you like Jane than you just could've told me. I would understand. " He wiped his eyes and walked inside the closet changing into his pajamas.

Was it morning time Already. Never mind that I had more important matters to attend to. I waited for Hoody to come out so I could answer him.

Hoody walked out only in boxers and that made me blush a deep crimson red. I looked away for a while, waiting for the red to fade away.

This has never happened before. I never blush just because Hoody's shirt is off. I've seen him have his shirt off hundreds of times.

"Look Hoody its not what you think." Really that's that best explanation I can think of. That will never win him over. We heard that phrase before in books and movies, ect... Hoody shook his head and turned over.

I thought I heard sniffing,  but I wasn't sure.