Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 26

Caleb's POV

I walked upstairs, holding my coffee mug close, while managing a croissant in the middle of my mouth.

Once I get to the very top, I catch a glimple of the bathroom light turned on from the corner of my eye. I walked over and turned It off with my elbow. My mouth was starting to water as I held the piece of food in the slight grip my teeth.

"what the fuck?" Jaden opens the half-closed door and turns on the light again. He slight bursts at me and I can't help but flinch. I bite down so hard on the croissant, I don't even know If It's existent anymore.

I've really been hating his appearances here. It's been only the second day he's visited, and I don't know how much longer I can keep up with this.

Why the hell did he offer us help? It's nothing helpful. I'm sure even Signa is hating him here.

Well, he is taking care of her wounds. It's not like Mom or Dad ever came up to her room and asked how she felt. I would, but Jaden's too in the damn way.

I watch as he leaves the bathroom with a wet cloth, and larger bandages than usual, to Sig's room. He shuts the door behind him without another look at me. Fuck you as well.

I take my things to my room and place them down on my desk. The coffee was already frozen by now.. and the croissant? Guess.. I might've swallowed half already. It's still caught up in my throat, though.

I take small and tempt sips of coffee as I cascade through my thoughts.

There's something weird about everything right now. Something maybe only I can see, because I'm much more observant than others in these situations.

The thing is, If Jaden's trying to get revenge over what I did, why the hell is he planning It in my own house. How hasn't he took a couple of punches at me already. It's as If he's refraining himself from doing it.
Maybe he wants to look good in front of my parents.. or maybe, he just wants to kill me in my sleep before he leaves.

Ah, who am I fucking joking. He had to come here for a reason other than Sig's care. It's not like he actually cares for her.

I'm glad he decided he'd come different days, though.

He came yesterday, which was a Saturday, and today, a Sunday. Then he arranged coming over on Tuesdays and Fridays.. nothing more than that.

Four days a week in which I have to see him. That's more than I'd comply to.

I sit down on the bed and keep munching on the rest of the croissant. What a french name these have. Aren't they called anything else.. like.. donut? No.. no, not that.
Some other name..

"Fuck!" I listen to Jaden swear at the top of his lungs. I almost jump through the wall to get there. As soon as I opened their door, I find Jaden sat on a chair, playing on his phone, while Signa watched with her head sideways.

They both aimed their eyes up at me, and both smiles went away. Am I really that type of fucking party pooper?

I close the door again and walk over to my room. Way to exaggerate things. It was Jaden who swore so loudly, I just jumped to my own conclusions.

I kept drinking my coffee, with a bit of disgust. My fingers tapped on the desk, slowly, but continuously.

Maybe he's.. no. He can't kill me off. This isn't some fantasy type story shit. Kills me and runs off happily with my sister. That can't happen.

I continued to watch some kids outside skate along the streets.

How the hell did I even get back to being friends with Jaden.