Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 27

Caleb's POV

He takes some time, inspecting the door that was somehow stumped to the ceiling. I do too..

But after some minutes of quietly observing, I realized he'd been curiously snatching looks at me, from second to second.

I stood still, acting as If this shit wasn't happening. If he wants to act up now, he should, for fuck's sakes.

"Jaden.. I don't get this game.." Signa whines from her room, silently.

He was still leaning on the door-frame, with Signa's door creaked open to hold the size and mold of his body in the very middle.

His head turns back to the inside of her room. He takes a second, and then shifts his vision back to me.

His body twitches out of her room, and forwards to close the door behind him.

I stare at him, likewise. We decided to start a staring contest, without even speaking about It. He stood there, still. To the point where he looked like an inanimate object, waiting for me to do something with It.

I finally turn on my heel, and sigh once I've walked out of my misery and into my room.
I turn to close the door, without hesitation, but a dumb push to my chest makes me chuckle.

My foot catches my body as I step backwards. He keeps pushing, gently but still furiously, until I've been backed up all the way to my desk.

So this is what he really wanted..

His eyes tempted at mine like a vigorous snake's ones. My smirk was happening. It was fully embarking on my face as he huffed in front of me, clenching the front of my shirt much more firm than dad could ever.

I was pleased this was happening as soon as I thought It would. I know he can't maintain the madness after some time. It was a long one, though, since he impressively held It for more than a whole month.
"Impressive, J" I manage to say, under my savory breath.

He slashes his eyes wider at my words. Do I look like the inanimate object now?

His eyes meet his fist. He strenuously pulls It away, unclenching my now-wrinkly T-shirt.

I look at him with clear confusion. My face was wrinkly now. "The fuck are you doing?" I crouch my neck at his attempt to hide his face.

"Shut up" He blurts, staring at the ground. His fist was still in position next to his slumped body.

"Hit me already." I motivate him. It's the least I can do for an old friend.

He looks at every tile on the floor, as If counting them. His breathing longs more than before. He releases It as If he was trying to take out all the air in his body.

I was the one who was scared to be actually killed by him a month ago.. Now I let him beat the shit out of me, and he just passes up the offer? What did Signa do to his brain.

I'm confused.. and a bit worried.

"Yo" I put my hand over his back. Maybe he's hurting and I just haven't been there for him.

His fist recoils up and runs across the palm of my cheek. I feel my jaw clench, and before I could caress It with my cold hand, he purposes a succesful upercut up my stomach.

I sense my organs dialating inside at the sudden strike.

I take a sharp breath of air in, and exhale. My eyes were twisted shut. Did he have to do It so all of a sudden?

My jittery hand reaches up to my cheek. I didn't stop him, and I'm happy about It. That's done.. revenge Is done.

"I'd knee you in the balls but," He begins, and I slowly open one of my eyes. My resting hand rapidly falls over my crotch and holds tight.
"Fuck you" he says, stinging a laugh out, with his newly found hoarse voice.