Confidant & Playlist

10. Again

Author's Note

Hey Hoolies,

I've finally had enought time to edit a chapter to post for you guys! So, here's the next chapter of Confidant, happy friday!!

~ Jaz

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Music pulses through the room, putting so much pressure on my ears that they begin to throb. Once I wade through the sea of bodies headed for Delancy and Madison just as they step down just as I reach the stage. I make a b-line for them but before I can even say a word, Delancy gives me a look that could kill and walks of into the crowd. I walk to Madison. "I know all of you must hate me but I need to see Lacey, I need to talk to her."

"You 'need' to talk to her? Bullshit, what you 'need' to do is leave her the fuck alone. You've done enough." With that Madison walks away off into the crowd as well. I scan the sea of people again when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around. Phoebe stands in front of me; she lets her hand fall. She walks ahead on ahead and looks back at me; I follow. We are standing by the back door of the club before she says anything.

"She's at the apartment," she says without looking at me. "She is planning on going to the library a few blocks down to try and get some writing done. If you leave now you might be able to catch her."

"Thanks Phoebe," I say.

"I'm only doing this for Lacey's sake. If you screw up and hurt her again, don't expect me to help you." She give me one last look and then walks away. I slip out the back door and sprint to my car. I just need her one last time.

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As soon as I arrive, I pull into the parking lot, park and take the elevator up to the eight floor. I sprint down the hall to apartment eight and just as I reach it the door opens. Lacey stands at the door in pair of light denim jeans that hug her curves; low-top Nikes; a over-sized off the shoulder sweater that makes her small frame appear even smaller. Her jet black hair falls over her shoulders, longer than it used to be to be it falls nearly to her belly button. She wears a cream knit hat the same color as her sweater. She looks so innocent; untouched; so not the Lacey I know. She looks at me and her expression falls. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you Lace," I say. Her eyes widen momentarily but then they shrink to half mast again.

"Why?"

"I---," I stagger but no words come. I step forward and I'm less than three feet from her . I can smell her black cherry perfume. She turns her cheek away from me; taking a slow deep breath.

"Why do you want to see me?" Her question resembles a statement and she doesn't look at me. Her voice is small and timid as before. "You helped me and I thanked you. I have some writing to do, why are you here?"

"Can I...?" I ask reaching for her.

"No...you shouldn't." She looks me in the eyes for a moment then looks away.

"One more time...just one more."

"Jessica."

"She's not talking to me."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"If you don't want to talk, you need to leave."

"I promise I'll leave you alone after this..." just one more time..."

"B," she se say dragging out my nickname.

"Lace, please."

"Bruno, you can't keep this up."

"This will be the last time." I press my forehead to her's and place my hand at the back of her neck.