Jared's Joker

Aftermath

I couldn't help but smile. We hadn't spoken two words after our little encounter in the small closet at the theatre but our glances to one another told a story. It was as if we were in our own little world.
No one had noticed our joint absence either, which was great. We wouldn't have to come up with a lie.

I was home now soaking in a nice warm bath. Usually I'd shower and climb into bed after a long day but I wanted to savor myself.
My skin spoke volumes.

He didn't notice how much he gripped onto me, bruising me. In the heat of the moment he had given me several bruises all along my ass, abdomen, thighs, breasts. My neck.

It was beautiful knowing he was the one to inflict them. And it fit the character well.

The joker wasn't a gentle man anyway. And I had felt it on my skin.

Sighing I relaxed into the bath and rubbed my skin contently. My eyes peered to the right of me where my phone sat. Debating with myself, I gave into the idea of calling him.

Maybe to thank him for earlier.

I picked up my phone and called but no answer.

After a few seconds I rang again. Maybe he was playing hard to get. I giggled at the thought.
With the amount of chemistry between us, I'd doubt he'd be able to stay away.
There was no answer.
At all.

I sighed and put my phone down. Maybe he was asleep or away from his phone.
******

Two days passed by rather quickly. No text or phone call from Jared.
Why did I find it weird?
Or better yet, why did I feel like I had expectations? We were just fucking, right?

I'm no one to him. I was no one and I will continue to be no one. Jared being in his mid 40's already had made it quite clear that serious relationships were not his interest. Often he had been linked to models, actresses, famous faces that actually deserved to be with him because they had a similar status.
All unlike me.

I shooed the thoughts and was able to resume with my day.

Once I was done with all my chores, I landed back first on the couch and flipped through some channels.
One channel caught my attention. Jareds face was displayed close up as the reporter spoke.

"And today Jared Leto was spotted out and about with his girlfriend, model Valery Kaufman. The two seemed to share a moment together at a local grocery store where they walked together and held hands.
I think it's pretty safe to say that we are finally talking facts, and not rumors, in confirming Jared Leto's relationship status."

I switched the television off.

Really!? I felt like the universe was slapping me in the face with this. What were the odds?
Needless to say, I was fuming.
I didn't know how to feel. Should I be feeling upset? But why? It was irrational.
It's not like we were a thing.
We were just fucking.

Fuck buddies.

And yet I couldn't help the tears in my eyes, I felt my heart shatter in a billion tiny pieces. Picking up my phone, I saw he still hadn't replied.

Of course not. He was probably fucking that Valery cunt he was seeing.

Whatever.
Pacing around the room I decided I need to go out. I needed a drink, desperately.
I picked up my phone and dialed away.

"Hey, yeah. Wanna grab a drink?" I spoke into the phone. 

*******
"So what happened exactly?" My friend Anna said calmly as I took a sip of my wine.