Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 32

Signa's POV

"Shower.. together?" I ask with a dry tone.

At the very first, he treated me like trash, then he kissed me, I kissed back.. That was months ago. After that, he rejected me when I wanted him, and he put me in the complete friendzone.

Oh, but now, after such a long time I spent daily running for him.. 
"Come on.. you're telling me you don't get the complete reason why I'm here?" He reviews me from head to toe and I see the flirty tone he's put on. It's nothing funny to me. To you?

"It's not obvious, Jaden. You told me you wanted to care for me like you did your sister. Was It all a joke or..?"

"I never joked." He too replies dryly now.

I turn on my heel and decide to shut up. I can't think about him, taking a shower, and my arm all at the same time.

I look for some new clothes in my wardrobe in the meantime. I hope he just ends up leaving. I can already hear my breathing falter.

In a loose second, he walks up to me and steadies a grip around my hips. I feel a tingling sensation wash throughout my body once his incandescent hands trail their fingers around me.

His body collapsed over mine.. It was a bit hard to maintain with my little strength.
This just taunts me even more, Jaden.
He does It on purpose, I can't doubt It.

"You're a bit.." I try to keep his weight over my body, as an unnesecary hot breeze of Jaden's breath fluctuates around my ear. "different from the rest, right..?"

I stare down at the drawer. I had picked only a shirt, but It fell back down from my absurd lack of attention.

How do I answer that?

My mouth was getting dryer. Every second that slipped away, I felt like a fish drying out at shore.

He wasn't single before me, or before Camille. He was busy with the wicked beautiful witch of the west that was just at my door some time ago. The chick who he still takes commands from when she tells him to go somewhere.
I'm overreacting, aren't I..

He's not in a relationship now. It just wouldn't add up. He's too touchy to be in one, or he is in one but he cheats on her with whatever type of female species he stumbles upon.

If I'm just another one of many to him, like Cam was too, I should enjoy It while I'm a part of It.

I observe his stretched hands, dangling forefront on my body. 

My hands gently place themselves over his, before I could feel his body jolt at my action. 

I made his arms wrap my torso, like a couple would do, and let the sparks in my stomach explode into near dust. There was a mini firework show going on inside my body.

I wanted to twist my head back and observe him, but he just wasn't cooperating. What the hell.

I straighten my back, rigorously trying to make him move away so I could see what the hell I've managed to do to him. He's a statue stuck to place.

Before I realize, he finally pulls away from me. Somehow though, he hurls a lot more strength to me in the process.

Out of the abnormal lack of weight I came upon, my body pursued It's dream to be a skydiver, and I hit the center of my injury straight off with the edge of my wardrobe before holding myself up with my other hand.

I groan at the excruciating pain that rushes throughout my arm all the way up to my shoulder.

...

Five minutes later, I'm lying on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, and almost about to cry at my senseless idiocy. 

Jaden had a towel on his thighs, and my arm over It. 

The burn of alcohol over my wound was enough to make me bite the lower half of my lip with much more strength than I could handle. I was surely leaving marks on the brim of my mouth, but at least the lip pain was drowning out my wrist with It's impure, itchy feeling.

Jaden was doing his best with some drops of alcohol, serum and pure sugar.

I just held the rage in. I held it all, so I could explode when he was gone.

The amount of ignorance I have to my own self is something so inexplicable, but him?

He just froze because what? I held his hands. Nothing more than that.
I'm so sappy now that It's annoying.

I was so amazed at myself once I decided I'd let Jaden get his way with me, that I had the best idea of doing dumbest thing the very first second after.

He's a fuckboy. That's what he is. I never wanted to reach the moment when I'd think like that of a friend, but there's no way out of this. He's exactly what I mostly hate.

He must've realized I don't want to just use him for pleasure. I want something more than some stupid friends with benefits.. but I guess the world really doesn't want to give me what I most aspire out of life.

It was his fault as mine as well. I'm not saying sorry here.

I straighten my arm before he let the sugar in, wincing as the small particles of the saccharin induced ingredient filled inside the flesh of my wrist.

He finally stuck a bandage on, and pressurized It fully with medical tape this time. This better hurt less.

"Thanks.." I get up, and blow away some of the remaining sugar from my arm. 

I watched him pack the medical box with the serum and alcohol, and ended up throwing away the spare tablespoon of sugar.
I see a pill holder inside the box, and It seems fairly similar to one I used to treat myself with some months ago. Don't worry, they were just birth control pills to regulate my body's changes.

"Sorry.." Jaden says, out of complete silence, as he props the lid over the wooden box.

I observe him with foggy eyes. He looks something miserable, and It makes him cute. This guy really hurts my brain every step he takes.

"No.. I'm sorry" I end up saying. I mean, I wouldn't have said sorry If he didn't say It at all.

"I let you go, I'm sorry" He says, too dryly this time. His tone hits me harder than expected and I've already managed to phrase a comeback for him.

At least now he'll leave. He's spent the time for our "shower" on putting my arm back in place. I'll just tell him to not come here anymore and I can forget about his stupid face for a while.

"No Jaden, I'm genuinely sorry.. I didn't realize losers were scared of actually having feelings." I turn away, ready to leave the bathroom with a tiny smirk starting to sprout from my lips. 

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Okay so, I started this story when I was 15, turning 16. I was mentally unstable, as now as well, so I don't know If this story is actually coming out good or If I'm just throwing facts over facts every episode.

I really hope someone sees It like I do. Emotions are very rampant in this story. They can change over anything.

But oh well, I am writing this to practice and possibly make writing something much more easier for my brain.

As for now, I'll leave you with these memeful pictures of dogs that just butter my biscuits too much:





Much love,
Stay safe <3