"I'm not saying anything," I huffed in annoyance as I mentally wanted to kill Dagger right there.
"You agreed to this, Thayer," He barely controlled his chuckles by how much he was enjoying this.
"This should never concern you. I may be your best friend, but this is a girl thing," With my arms crossed and my brows furrowed, I was very close to melt him with my glare.
"Come on. You know very well I do it. And this is a normal thing to do, it's not just a 'girl' thing. You only have to say 'Yes, Dagger. I masturbate.' Besides, you started this twenty questions."
My cheeks were burning and I had the urge to cover them. How could he?! At this point I was completely pissed off.
"I don't have to say anything to you! And who said that I really do it?"
"If you didn't masturbate, you wouldn't have been so offended. You just blew your cover," He smirked triumphantly.
"Don't use that word in front of me! It's fucking embarrassing."
I wanted to hide in a hole and never come outside again. He began to laugh so hard, that I thought he would die any minute now, because he couldn't take a right amount of air. He barely could wipe a tear from his eye.
"Seriously, kid. I know that every time you see a hot dude, you almost jump on him. I know you didn't kiss or something, but I know ya aren't so shy at this things. Oh boy, this Jett is so fucking lucky!" He laughed again, but I couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Shut up!" I lightly slapped his arm.
...
"Ya know? It's past six. You should go home," I suggested.
"Are you kidding? Party pooper," He pouted. Some of his hair landed on his forehead and I wanted to brush it away for him. Stop it, restrain yourself!
"I'm serious. You also should apologize to Alexandria. Who knows what is she going through?" I lied. I couldn't care less about her. I only needed some time to clear my head. That day too many things happened in order to process them like I usually did. I could see that he didn't want to go, but he agreed.
"Yeah, I should..."
He heavily lifted himself from his comfortable sit and headed to the door, not after he gave me a loving hug. He stopped for a mere second to look at me.
"You mustn't let him slip through your fingers," I nodded, knowing at who he was referring.
He put his leather jacket on and disappeared behind the front door.
...
Not even ten minutes passed after Dagger had left, because I heard Patrick, mom and dad entering the house.
"We're home!" They shouted.
I went to hug them but after a short greeting, my mom had to ruin the moment where I was at peace.
"Have you done your homework?"
I groaned in frustration and almost yelled at her.
"Yes!" Not wanting to spare another moment with her and her annoying questions, I stomped my feet on my way to my room and closed the door.
I crashed on my bed and let it to go up and down for a few seconds, before checking my phone. I decided to let my curiosity to control me as I pressed the facebook icon. I searched with quick movements of my fingers the name 'Jett Malone'. I clicked on him and took a look again at his profile picture. I remembered the first time I glanced at the photo. I was so confused. But knowing better now the circumstances around me, I know that I made the right choice to accept his friendship. What I am trying to say is that I don't want to force anything. I just want to know more of him, even if we might fight sometimes. His mysterious aura is luring me to him and I am not planning to let this go. I want to know why is he doing this. Why is he showing a sudden interest in me. Even if he is trying to be mysterious, I know very well that he is trying to persuade me to fall for his games. And most importantly, who is he? Why lately Jett is the only thing I think about? Why am I putting him on the first place? Why do I let myself to forget about my feelings about Dagger, only to improve mine and Jett's relationship? Jesus fuck, it's just a boy!

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Pulchritudinous||Yandere male X OC
Misteri / Thriller"No man who seeks to be mysterious can truly be, there's something about wanting the attention that gives them away. Truly mysterious men have no such desire, their motives remain hidden and hence the allure. They have a stand-offish quality that da...