Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 9

Signa's POV:

The strange silence was now absurd for a split second. It was an in-between questioning of should we be talking and why is he here.

He began tapping his shoes on the floor beneath us and It was taunting me somehow.

"Looks like you're mad." He says, stretching his neck away from me.

"I'm not mad." I forcefully look up into the dark sky.

"Okay, okay. I get It, you're different than most girls, then." I can see one of his cheekbones poke upwards after he spoke.

"Different! What does that mean?" My tone raises in annoyance.

"You did say you weren't mad." he rephrases back at me.

"Whatever."

Some minutes later, I see him struggling to pull something out of his back pocket. I slowly glance down to see what it is.

I ought to believe It would be something more surprising, but It was just a piece of metal with buttons on the edges and the whole internet browser dazzling inside It's components.

I shake my head before standing up straight. I'd be walking back inside in less than a minute, If It weren't for his arm grabbing and pulling down on my wrist.

"What do you want?" I take a harsh look at him.

His index finger flies up, and marks down to where I was sat.
I do sit back down after having him hold my wrist for what seemed like hours. I looked almost too obedient after I took my seat.

"Do you see the picture?" He asks, serious.

I'm enclosed in the darkness with a bright phone in front of me. My eyes squint at the surpirising light, but I identify It almost immediately.

I nod, "What about It?" and asked, as I intended on toning down the dryness in my voice. Maybe he wants to be in good

The image is full of kids. It looks a lot like a park I used to go to when my brother and I were little and still lived here, in Florida.

"Find yourself."

"Find.. myself?" I quickly glance at the picture but I still couldn't understand.

"You're in that picture. Can't believe you can't even tell what the picture is about."

I look at him confused and look back down at It.

Oh my.. god.
How didn't I notice. This was my brother's 12th birthday, October 13th, 2014, If I'm completely correct.. Just weeks before we left Florida.
I had turned 11 a month right before this.

That's when I see a small little brunette with thin blonde highlights on her hair, being kissed on the cheek by a boy I couldn't even remember.

My brother was in the very middle, blowing twelve colorful candles on a chocolate cake. His friends hugged him in the picture.

"There" I mark on the phone with my pinky before pulling my hand back to myself.

"Okay, and I'm him." He says, as he zoomed into me and the boy.

I keep glancing down and looking back up. How could I not remember him?

He looks the same. Same curls, same hair, and same side profile. I can't believe I've ever met him before.

I could ask him anything right now. Like, what he remembers about me.. but I had to go ahead and ask the dumbest question I could ever possibly think of;

"Why were you kissing me like that when I was like.. eleven?"

"You asked me to, I remember, and I really had no problem doing It at all."

"Oh" I reply, very dimmed.

I do kind of remember that day more fondly after he told me.

"Does my brother remember you from that?"

He smiles, "I wasn't actually invited by him or you. I was invited by a friend of your brother so I could be his company since he didn't know your brother's friends. You'd never met me until that day, and you already asked me for a smooch" his lips smirk up and I wanted to smack his face altogether.

He lets the smirk fall loose once he sees how my mood has changed. Maybe I was much more mad than before, but I really couldn't tell.

A car revvs up in front of us and Dad parked almost centimeters apart. If he didn't see us beforehand, I'm sure we would've both been dinner for rats.

I was surprised Jaden hadn't greeted my dad. I never greet him, but how did he know that he shouldn't greet him as well.

I'm kinda glad Jaden hasn't said anything to him though. It does make him look more trustworthy in my eyes.

Imagine he did say "hi" to my dad. I would've cringed If my father looked down at us with that mocking face of his. So disgraceful.

"You hate him, don't you?" Jaden picks up on a conversation out of the complete blue. I almost feel like he's read my mind there for a second.

"Shh.." I raise my finger to my lips.

He laughs at my gesture and waits for a response.

"I mean.. he is pretty much a piece of shit" I reply.

I tried to keep my tone low, but at the same time, I could care less If dad heard me right now. He should already now what my feelings towards him are.

Nothing.

"Yeah.. I've been told." He replies, and we both see the kitchen light finally turn off.

I looked normal from the outside, but inside I was still urging the thought about the picture he last showed me.

"So.. back to the picture." I try to retract to our last discussion.

"Love at first sight, that's what It was. I couldn't remember what It was called.." He said, before placing his chin straight on his palm.

I furrow my brows.

"But-" I begin, before I'm caught off guard once one of his hands falls in between my thighs.

"Thing is

do you still feel the same way?" he smirked, as he clenched his spare hand on my limb.