Bound by Desire | Completed

interrogation

• • •

Jaxon stood beside me, watching me blend out my foundation with a nervous look on his face.

I'd only seen him nervous once, the time he expressed he thought I would leave him after I saw what happened at parties.

Which led me to believe he thought I would leave him after having lunch with his parents.

That might've been a reach, so I decided to ask, "Why are you looking like that?"

"Like what?"

"Nervous."

He didn't answer immediately, making me stop doing my makeup to stare at him until he said, "If you haven't noticed by now, my family can be a bit.. much."

His family was a pack of dicks.

"So?" I asked with a shrug, "You were a 'bit much' when I met you."

"Not like them though." He tried to explain, "I'm more open with how I feel about people or things, whereas they take digs at people, never saying what they actually mean."

I put down the beauty blender and reached for a towelette to begin taking my makeup off.

"What are you doing?" Jaxon asked in confusion.

"I'm not going."

The situation had begun to annoy me, so I was deciding to remove myself from it. I knew Cheyenne was being shady when she invited me in the first place, which was why I declined.

Jaxon was the one who accepted their offer, only to stand here now and tell me that he nervous about it.

So why the fuck would you say yes?

"You already said you would go though."

"And?"

"And it'd be rude for you to not show up when you've already committed to it."

"It's called ghosting." I replied, "You go and tell them I came down with the flu."

He sighed, "Kyser they literally just saw you."

I threw the wipe in the trash and turned to look at him, "I truly don't give a shit Jaxon."

We were at my apartment so I could change anyway, so he could just go tell them I got hit by a car or something. Again, I truly didn't care.

"I don't make a habit of telling people I'll do something and not do it." He said, annoyance seeping into his voice.

That made two of us.

Picking my blender back up I put more product on it before starting over with my makeup.

• • •

The salad in front of me looked entirely less appetizing than as pictured on the menu.

I eyed Jaxon's plate, trying to decide if I wanted to steal some of his food. While he talked to Brad, his brother, about something that was uninteresting to me, I reached over to grab a mussel.

His mom, Melissa, who had been staring at me since we sat down, watched as I chewed, the faint taste of the wine it was cooked in insisting that I get another.

I used my fork to twirl some of his pasta around it, happily eating it.

"Would you like to trade?" Jaxon asked in amusement.