FACE TO FACE [ ruel van dijk ]

fifteen

ruel

*doorbell rings*

what now?!

i sigh as i lazily stood up. i don't remember ordering food. and if it was justin,he wouldn't bother ringing the doorbell.

"who is it?" i said as i reached for the doorknob only to be greeted by the warm scent of victoria's secret hogging my nostrils.

"hey,you."

what the hell.

"why are you here,jade?" i asked the girl in red.

"i wouldn't be if you would've just answered my calls." she says as she enter my house.

"i didn't say you could come in."

"i didn't ask." she turned to me after studying my walls and furnitures.

"don't you have plans tonight?" i said,closing the door.

"why, actually..no." she grinned.

my brows met.

"terrible liar for an overdressed girl."

"okay,fine. i was just..going to dinner with an old friend but then she called and cancelled when i was on the way..and i figured 'hey i wonder why ruel hasn't texted me back since the night he stepped on my apartment and stole my first kiss'..."

wait,first kiss?

"and violá....here i am."

i..took her first kiss?

i shook my head to step out of that thought.

"...wanna talk,buddy?" she placed her purse on my table.

"there's nothing to talk about." i headed towards my couch.

jade

my knees feel so weak.i am trying so hard to seem confident as if i don't feel my joints disfiguring any time now.

before i got here i called justin one more time and got ruel's address.turns out he's dealing with something he's not telling justin so he got him worried sick.

justin told me he's been over ruel's place back and forth the whole night but he isn't home. i wonder where he has been.thankfully when i got here the lights were on-- a sign he's back home.

i tried so hard to keep things settled but these words kept rushing out of my mouth like crazy...i think by now he thinks im desperate.

fuck.

"there's nothing to talk about." he says,walking away from me.

i followed him slowly to his couch as he continued to sip on his beer bottle.
i watched as he let the fuzzy drink dive down into his throat,his cheeks now red from the strong flavor.

"when you kissed me that night.."

i started my question with a deep breath and unsteady voice,hoping i could get the answer i have been waiting for for days.

"..did that mean anything to you?"

i didn't see the what the point was at all, honestly.

if he ever answers me and i get what i want,will i be contented? will i finally shut the fuck up?

what if the answer i get won't be the answer i wanted to hear?