Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.33

Here I am, sitting in a café booth directly across from Jason. It was our first time with each other outside the bedroom this month, not including last night.

We didn't start talking until we were actually served our breakfast. Why he chose the morning to talk, I don't know. Maybe it was serious enough that he couldn't wait.

"Brielle, I know what you're doing and I want you to stop." He says, getting straight to the point.

"You couldn't have told me that over the phone?-"

"As if you would've answered-"

"Then you could've left a message." I hiss back, scowling at him.

He takes a deep breath to calm down and as he speaks, I hear the previous anger vanish from his voice, "That's not all I wanted to tell you-"

"Then get to the point." I interrupt with a roll of my eyes, honestly uninterested in whatever he had to say.

"Fine. I want you to come home." He answered and I furrow my brows, gesturing my finger out to him, "Oh you mean your house?"

"Brielle, stop being so cold. I'm serious-"

"I'm serious too." I reply knowingly, anger still there, "And it takes you this fucking long to figure it out?-"

"No-" He almost snaps before closing his eyes and breathing again with a clenched jaw, "No. I found out a while ago but I didn't know how to approach it. But now I do."

"Then what do you want?" I question lazily, looking completely emotionless, "And don't even try and bother to sweet talk me into anything-"

"It's not sweet talk, I'm telling the truth." He defends, brows furrowing in a serious expression when I only chuckle about it.

"Whatever, Jason, I'm leaving-"

"Why don't you ever just shut the hell up and let me speak for once?" He asks angrily, "None of this bullshit would've happened if you had."

I glare at him and fold my arms over the table, "You know what, maybe this will answer all your questions-"

"I'm not here to ask questions." He interrupts knowingly.

I briefly closed my eyes and took a slight breath before looking back up to him, "Look, I don't want to go back to living with you, I don't care if you miss me, and I don't care if we keep fucking because last time I recalled, I was nothing but sex to you-"

He hisses through his teeth and wags his finger, "And that's where you become the clueless, arrogant, self absorbed little girl you are, Brielle."

I am completely offended from his response, and slightly surprised, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Someone trying to open your fucking eyes for once." He snaps back, "You're still holding a grudge from something that happened two fucking months ago-"

"I'm not holding it because of just that." I reply lowly, looking away from him.

"Then what the hell are you holding it for?"

"You don't need to know that. Why would it matter anyway, its not gonna change anything, it's not gonna do anything. You know what, what the fuck are we talking about anyways-"

"How I want you to come home and why I want you to," He says, voice attempting to soften, "I really do miss you."

I again chuckled and shook my head, making him frown disapprovingly, "Don't laugh because I'm serious. Brielle, I don't just want sex from you; that feeling stopped a long time ago-"