Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 8

Signa's POV:

Camille smiled back at me as I followed her. I tried my best to hide the headache that was continuously swirling around in my head.

Too much already happened today, and I'm not sure If I can get used to anything so hectic. I am kind of used to It already though..

I know my brother, he likes to play with me, in a sense, because he knows what annoys me, so he does It as If there were no tomorrow.

Home is my personal space, and he invites so many people even after knowing that. Our parents are also sick of It.

"Hey!" My brother's girl smiles up at me and keeps her eyes fixed just on mine, before pulling away to observe the hyena breathing right next to me.

I smiled and took a tiny glimpse at Camille. She sighed, as she enacted a quite delightful look, but I could tell she was annoyed either ways. I see you, dumbass.

Now that she knows that the blonde girl is something special to my brother, I know she'll try to keep any tough words to herself, but each day she'll get much more curious and intrigued by the girl.

I should've gotten a friend who wouldn't fall for my brother so fast. He isn't even attractive..

I glanced over at the office and to my surprise, the lights were off. Is Mom already dead asleep..?

Half an hour later, everyone moved camp to the garage, next to our mother's office.

I was between going with them, or not even thinking about It. I would either be an accomplice of their stupidity, or not be there at all.

This is my house though, as well my brother's, but I don't trust him a slight bit on keeping things normal between his friends.

Mom will kill us if any stupid shit happens, so I'll have to keep an eye for my sake, not for his. Not even in a million years would I care more about my brother than me. He doesn't care that much about me either..

"Wow" One of the dudes I never met, mouthed out as he touched some golf trophies from the high shelves. He had to clean dust off his finger right after. No one's touched those things in years.

"Don't break anything cause then It's my fucking fault." My brother bumps againts his friend, with a serious face.

He stops touching around and finally comes sit down on the floot with us.

I was almost glued stuck to Camille as we sat next to each other. I hope she doesn't leave my side for these bastards. Let alone, I can't talk on my own for most of the time, so If she does, I'll lose my sense of stabilization in here..

My brother grabs a bottle of pure vodka Dad had stored in the garage, and ran back to the kitchen, just to get a bunch of shot glasses.

Yes, my brother's crazy.

"Should we do a little truth or dare first, just to start out easy for the ones who don't drink much?" My brother asks, watching me the whole time.

I flaunt my eyes upwards.

"Bro, most of us drank here, and a lot. It'd be a pitty to start so slow and steady, don't you think?" The unknown friend of my brother strikes up, and I almost die at the statement.

This is going so in my favor, you wouldn't understand.

Most of the people nod and say yeah at the same time, so I just continue doing what I'm best at and keep my mouth shut.

"What about never have I ever?" Camille asked, as she scoot to the front, grabbing two shot glasses.

"Alright," Jaden pushes the remaining shot glasses beside him to the friends who were vacant of one.

I pulled in the one Cam got for me.

This is going to be one hell of a night.

"Half?" Jaden asked, to ever person he rotated on to next. I'd do half. Rather drink less than the whole shot, at least I won't die so fast.

I could say no to drinking, but for a second time, and I know this is stupid enough, I'll try what they try just for the pitiful sake of ever getting to fit in.

In the flash of a second, I had caught black-doe eyes staring right at me. "Half or full?" The owner of the eyes asked.

I expected my words to come out alone, but they really didn't.

I had to somehow stutter to get my voice out, almost to the point of feeling my fingers shake at the complete silence I'd managed to create around us. Everyone was hushed.

"half" I let my eyes follow down to the next pooring liquid. He served my glass, and move on to Camille.

Why did his eyes seem so ethereal for a moment. I thought I saw a beam of light inside them, but they were stale black for all I remember.

"Alright, Caleb starts." Jaden claimed once he sat down.

All our eyes went to my brother.

"Uhh.. fuck." he said, as he twirled his finger around the shot glass.

"Come on, bab-" Cam speaks but stops herself right after. She looked shocked once we connected our visions.

The cringe that just flew in me is something I have never felt before. I won't even look at Brina for the sake of It.

"Never have I ever received a lap dance." My brother smirks at his own question.

Half the circle took a shot. Mostly the guys and also.. Camille?

When they were done gulping It down, everyone flinched at the taste somehow. Is it really that bad? It doesn't even smell.

Next went one of the girls.
"Never have I ever.. had sex in a public bathroom?" She inclined to a question. Guess she didn't know what to say.

Hands down, I believe not many will take the shot this time and.. oh my god. Everyone but me and the chick who spoke, took a fucking shot. Are you all kidding me or am I out of place here..

I saw the same pair of doey-eyes stare at me again, but they went full on down and watched my glass with superstition.

You're seeing correctly, I don't do half the stuff you guys do. Dumb me..

I felt so stupid for a second, that I genuinely got up and left my glass there.

I observed the ground for a minute, before kicking a foot around and walking out the garage's door, taking me into Mom's office, connecting with our hallway.

"Wait" I hear Camille push herself up and try me pry me back into the circle.

"Don't worry, she gets over things like this pretty fast. Let's keep playing." Jaden cuts off the moment, and I'm almost about to smash a fist into his face.

It hurts to hear the words, but he's right, I'll be okay in a while. This is just, how I am sometimes..

I open the entrance door, which was weirdly already open. Maybe Dad hasn't come home yet and Mom left It open for him. I'm not so sure though. I thought he didn't work on these days.

Time goes slow and I feel like only a minute has passed before I heard someone open the front.

I keep watching the stars and forget whoever It is. Surely It's Camille, or my brother, just taking a small glimpse to see If I ran away from home yet. Still, they could observe me from the living room windows without making a sound.

The person takes a seat beside me and once I lowered my view, I saw curls straight away.