Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 33

Signa's POV

He left without any other important word. I just watched with pride throughout my window, how he walked out of my driveway and on to the streets, to where I just decided to turn away and continue with my life. 

It's almost half past seven.

Wanna know what consisted after I said that and left the bathroom? He grabbed his phone where he left It on the wardrobe, used It for a while, and when he got tired of being here, he literally just scrammed out, saying goodbye as he left my room and the house altogether.

It's better this way, right.

He's a weird guy, whom I can't understand half of the time. I mean, I can be weird too, but he's just unreadable. He's nothing to me, and I'm just wasting time with him by my side..
That's the true and downhearted reality, because now I'll be alone for days in here.

I nudge my head down at my crossed arms. I can take care of myself, though. His helping hand was for nothing. Only the assistance of having someone to talk to was intriguing over the time, but It just got too out of hand. 

He unclasped my bra, he was so ready for anything. 

I rub my eyes in a desperate intake of breath, and roam back to the other side of my room.

I picked out some clothes from my drawers, over with a towel. The dimmed street lights were starting to incline a vibrant shine inside my room, so I ended up closing the windows and shades altogether. Darkness tranquilizes me in frustrating times.

I trudge over to the bathroom. 

Before I could take a step inside, I hear a giggle crusade around my house. My brother's friend is still here? She had to see Jaden when he left then.

Of course they were in a relationship once, I would've guessed.
They're perfectly made for eachother. Sculpted in the same way, both inside and out. She had a sassy attitude, while he derives from pleasure and surely enjoying well bodily-made chicks. It's not science anymore.

I'll just avoid any further problems and take the damn shower. My head wants me to go see this girl again, but deep inside I know It'll just cause much more trouble. I might speak in the midst of my thoughts.

Even though I hate Mom and Dad most of the time, It wouldn't be a bother to make them whoop her out of here.
Dash away.. bye.

I close myself in the bathroom and lock the door. 

Whilst I took hold of my arm and a fairly wide plastic bag, I wrapped It around my bandaged limb and made sure It was tightly tied to the crease of my elbow.

I fondled with the shower handle, pulling It to turn the water on. The steam came exactly the second after I turned It on. 

The shower didn't take long, even though I could only clean up with the help of one hand, as I held the other one up on the shower walls.

I felt clean, not only externally but my inner side as well. It felt like a complete relief, to let go of everything under heated water.

That's until I step out and shiver wholly in the cold air of the bathroom. That's the bad thing about having an enclosed shower. I should've let some steam get out while I was in there.

I forget my thoughts and dry myself as fast as possible, before sliding on any type of informal clothes I had picked to stay in for the last hours of the day.

I've been told I should try and not attend school for some days, and I don't understand why they said "try" when It's obvious I'd rather stay at home. Who'd want to go to school when they have a chance not to go?

Unless I'd have a test, but to what I know, exams are in a week from now.

I'm finally out of the bathroom, as I open a tad bit of the window so the shower steam would profusely escape.

Once I'm out, I take a soft sniff of my surroundings. 

To realize that someone was baking, I was astounded. I took all of my pride, and threw It in my room as If It were an inanimate object. 

You know what? Girls in this house won't stop me from eating. 

I slowly lower myself down the stairs, making every step in my socks count. The carpeted steps were actually warm under my covered feet.

I traced my hand down the railing, slowly but surely getting there.

As soon as I stepped on the cold floor of the living room, I saw the girl sat directly in front of me. She was inclined on one of the highchairs in the kitchen, sideways. She saw me right away.

I gently tap a smile on my lips over at her, but she shooks her head back to the kitchen. Well screw you as well then.

I second-guess the smell and realize someone's making cookies.

As I stride myself over to the kitchen, sliding my socks on the shiny floors, I sharply turn to the kitchen and face my brother with two kitten covered mittens.

It was hard to keep a chuckle in.

"What'cha baking?" I ask, even though I already knew the answer.

"Nothing for you." My brother repells such a swiney tone. I guess I didn't know the answer then.

The girl beside me shifts in her seat and tries to keep the straightest face possible, I could tell.

I take a step closer to the oven, and smell the delicate breeze of chocolate chip cookies scent smoking out and into the kitchen. I just wanna hug and kiss the oven but I can't really do that.

"Where's mom and dad?" I ask, turning on the oven light and observing the cookies in its weird, kinda circular shape.

"Why do you care?" Caleb pounds around the kitchen, with too much of a sloppy voice expelling his lips. Gosh, why's everyone in such a disgusting mood today. Even I was, but I escaped It easily once the other turd decided to leave.

"Just wanna know." I wasn't going to fact that our parents wouldn't let an unknown chick in. Like, who knows her..? I don't.

"They left to a spa resort in Argentina, why do you fucking care." He bluffs from behind me and I take a squeaky turn.

"Okay first, we can't live without our parents, tragic reality you need to face, yeah? Secondly, do you even know what Argentina is?"

"I don't know" He faces me, and I can't tell what he's replying to.

I stare up at his stupidity and refrain from any other words.

The girl was silently smooching on her phone while we were about to throw dirt bags at each other. At least she knows when to hide herself. She's like the majority of people are, for once It seems.

"Caleb" She calls after a monotoned silence.

Her phone sparks bright in front of him, and I glued myself to reading It as well. I couldn't see some words, though. 

Jaden
I don't know .... the fuck you're doing at Caleb's, but the ....... won't work
.... won't believe It

And I couldn't take a glimpse at the rest, since she had turned the phone over again.

Who won't believe.. it..

..Caleb?
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