Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 14

Jaden's POV:

I walked into class with nothing but a dull look on my face. Caleb and his friends were all sat in the very back. They stared, but I couldn't really give a shit.

I sat in the very middle.

The first part of the class, I listened and copied down whatever seemed interesting from the professor's words. Then, the last hour, I spent It on my phone.

I had an urge to text Camille every ten or so minutes. She was online, and then off, and then back on again, and so on.

I just avoided It. Avoided the urge.

Class ended and I was back to the halls again. I took a different route, one that woudn't take me to the guy's hangout. I took the way out to one of the football fields, and rested myself on a high, covered bench.

I learned nothing these past three years. Nothing at all. Nothing educational, and nothing related to my fucking sociability.

I'm still the piece of shit I've always been. I get a girl, I fall in love, they fail me, and I rage.

But for once, once in a lifetime that I had a girl right under my arm, I let her go for my stupidity. I'm too dumb to take over. I'm fucking shit for everything.

I contemplate on and on, my fingers tapping on the metal in slow beats.

I think I should just do It fast way. The fast way to end It all. I'm gonna beat the shit out of him.

I get up from the seat and step back into the school. I knew exactly where he was.

I wasn't letting any spare minute take place. The next class starts in 10 minutes, so this is the best moment to fuck with him.

"Jaden!" A voice fusses behind me, but I just keep trudging. Even if It's Cam, I couldn't give a fuck at this moment.

Caleb was head in front of me, and I was walking full force to him. His friends caught up to me and called his attention. His eyes opened up. He realized how I wanted this to come out.

Then, by such a small chance, I feel a pair of thin arms clutch around my body, sluggishly pulling me back to them.

I was fairly getting further from Caleb, as I still didn't know who was pulling me away. Their hands had locked in front of my stomach, holding one hand with the other.

They were nicely kept, but no painted nails. This isn't Camille.

They end up pulling me around a corner and disconnecting their arms from my body.

I furrow my brows and turn around. It was Signa in front of me, and behind her, Cam. They watched me with foolish eyes, as If what I was about to do was fatal.

I slowly stepped back, as I triggered my feet back to the scene I just left seconds ago, but Signa pulls me back in from my arms.

"Don't" she says, as she slightly quirks her head up at me.

I close my eyes and take a sharp breath in.

"Why can't I fuck your brother up, huh? It's so fucking easy to beat the shit out of him right now than letting the rage take over me. So tell me, please, why the fuck shouldn't I hit him?"

There's a long pause, as the girl in front of me just stayed silent. She couldn't let out a word. God, how would I love to laugh in her face, but there wasn't a moment.

"Because he's her brother. Are you even in the same dimension, Jaden?" Camille backs her up, my thoughts being stomped on.

"He's a piece of shit, though" I raise my voice, before lowering It to a whisper. "He's a piece of shit, and only I know the fucking reason to It."

"Then tell us, because we'd really like to know by now" Camille struts up to me.

I changed my vision to Sig, and saw how she bit her lips over and over again. They were burning red.

"This dude.. god" I can't continue.

"Just let It out," Caleb's sister faintly asks in almost a shed of tears.

"Jaden, speak." Camille grabs Sig's arm in a reassuring way.

"Caleb.. slept with someone else, and that someone else is the same girl I've always fucking wanted. You got that?"

Signa's brows hollow in, as she leaned sideways to see her brother, and then me.

Camille's eyes opened up extremely, and she knew very well who I was talking about.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" Signa roughly whiped her teary eye.

"His phone. Just fucking ask him and stop hanging around me with newly found fucking questions. I'm done with your brother's shitty self."

I turn on my heel and walk with elegance around the corridors. Some people stared. I was infuritated, and I did let It show.

Out of nowhere, someone pushes me from behind. It was a dumb, small push any girl would make. I take a turn to them and grab their arm.

"You touch me again and I swear I'm breaking both yours and your brother's arms."

"Well then, fucking try me," She grabs my remaining arm with her other hand.

I look at her cheeky face and try to take a laugh out of It, but she strengthens the amount of pressure her hand was giving. It was nothing to me, but she was trying to make It something.

"I see you. I fucking see you, cheeky little thing."

She looks up at me, confused.

I keep holding her arm and continued ranting, "You may think that I don't see who you are or what you do, but I know your every move, because you're that easy to read."

She hears my comment, and thinks for a moment, somehow deciding on what the hell she'd say. I was ready for something stupid.

"If I were really that easy to read, you'd let go of my arm by now." She says and I have no other option but to let go.

I watch as she walks over to her brother and his group, as If they were her saviour.

Well, fuck you then.

Camille looked at me, blew a kiss, and ran off to follow her best friend. I mean, at least one of them is getting laid.

But yes, I do fucking know that girl's every move. She's easy to read, on the outside.

I can't see sentiment as much, but she acts so normal and weirdly at the same time, like me.

I finish off my day with shitty looks from Caleb and his crew. I guess they haven't been told yet about the not-so-quiet information I gave out today.

I get home, and take charge, fully serving my sister's needs. I'm nothing without the little rascal.

I finally take a shower after she fell asleep, and everyone else in the house as well, washing myself under the soaky, hot springs.

My phone vibrates to a message.

I get out and walk fully naked to It.

There's a party this Saturday. You know the nerd who plays softball? He's got a complete mansion up in Bal Harbour.

And what should I do? I text back. I watch as my hip bones mark themselves on my skin.

You should come and be my companion She texts back. I finally smile for once in my life, before I see myself in the mirror and shake the smile off.

Okay, heads up then, someone's getting beat on Saturday, if It is that the bastard shows himself.
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[A/N]
Yes I know, I still can't write, but somehow this story is getting lots of reads so I may as well continue It.

If you enjoyed this in any way possible, try and hit that star. And If you're too lazy, It's alright.. I get you, bahah