My Superhero

Chapter 25

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled, my voice laced with anger and disbelief as I stared at Jason's furious, flushed face.

"I could ask you the same fucking question," he growled at me, making me shrink back against the hood of his car. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What is your problem?" I retorted, sliding myself off the hood of the car and landing (rather ungracefully, might i add) on my heels. Before I could sidestep him and walk back to the party he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, putting me mere inches away from him. The intense anger in his eyes made me want to shrink into a small ball, but I stood my ground, staring back into his eyes defiantly.

"My problem is you kissing that idiot on the dance floor like your god damn lives depended on it!" He yelled, tightening his grip on my wrist in anger.

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me," I spat out as I snatched my arm away from him, anger bubbling up beneath the surface. "And how dare you come here and lecture me about who I should and should not be kissing? You're the one who ended us, not me." I lowered my voice, my anger subsiding momentarily, "you're the one who gave up without a second glance."

My words seemed to take Jason off guard as he took a step back, the intensity in his eyes shifting from anger to something else, something even more intense. I felt myself heat up under the inferno in his gaze. The muscle in his jaw ticked before he said,"You think I gave up on us?"

"I know it for a fact," I replied, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. He exhaled, his eyes softening to the intensity of a small campfire as he took a step closer to me, surprising me by taking my face in his hands ever so gently.

"Viviana..."

I instantly took a step back, making his hands drop to his sides. "Don't, Jason." I shook my head, looking at our shoes to avoid looking into his piercing green eyes. "You just bolted the second my mother said we had to end it. You didn't argue. Hell, you didn't even give me a say in any of it."

"You don't understand, I-"

"I really don't want to hear your excuse, Jason." I finally looked up at him, and the look of despair on his face almost made me jump into his arms and tell him that all's forgiven. But I didn't. I forced my myself to say the exact opposite of what I was feeling."It doesn't matter anyway."

"It doesn't matter?" He repeated in disbelief. "It's because of that prick isn't it? The guy you were shamelessly making out with." He shook his head then narrowed his eyes at me, "You like him, don't you?"

"Wha- No! There is nothing going on between Steve and I." I said firmly, anger taking control again. "What kind of a slut do you think I am?"

I could tell by the way he was shaking his head before I was even done talking that he had ignored everything I said. A short humorless laugh erupted from his tight lips before he said, "it's pretty ironic isn't it? How I was coming over here to look for you and tell you that my comic is done, that your face will be all over the internet in a matter of hours," another humorless laugh. "And to think I wanted to fix things between us."

"Do not try to make me feel guilty about this," I said in what I hoped was a steady voice. In all honesty, I did actually feel like utter crap for letting Steve kiss me, but my brain had run off in a frantic attempt to figure out what the hell was happening that I had just... let him kiss me. "If it were up to me there would be nothing to fix because I wouldn't have ended things in the first place." now it was my turn to laugh humorlessly. "Damn it, Jason, you didn't even try to let me talk you out of it. You just thought that that goodbye kiss would make me magically understand why you're walking away from me so easily."