Let them judge us.

chapter 22

I hear faint sound coming from beside me, My ears stand up when I hear sniffs. I feel very sleepy and weak. I open my eyes slowly, soft light coming from gas lamp. I look beside me.

Rosé is sniffing, sitting on edge of bed while clinching my end of hoodie in her fist. She's such a cry baby. I rise my hand to pull her into me.

She flinch but relax instantly. I make her lay beside me. Rosé silently rest her head on my chest, clinching my hoodie tightly in her hand.

"Who made you cry? " I whisper, my throat is dry.

"N-n-no on-one" She said in low voice while catching her breath. I can tell she cried for too long. My heart ache.

"Why are you crying? " Rubbish her back in shooting manner.

"Y-you faint a-nd it's m-my fa-ult. " I heard guilt in her  voice.

"How? " My heart sink why she said that?

"C-cause I didn't s-stop you. " She start sobbing, I know she's gonna crying now.

I pull her up, placing her body on me. I cup her one face, pulling her in to peck her soft lips, but we start making out. She push her legs each side, sitting on my hip.

I sneak my arms under her dress and wrap her waist, pulling her more into me. She shiver when I touch her skin, Our front press with each other, our heartbeat loudly beating in sync against our chest. She cup my cheeks, titling her head little to deepen our kiss.

I broke our kiss for breath. I take heavy breath in and out. Rosé rest her head on my chest breathlessly. My heart beating a millions miles a second. I wrap my arms tightly around her. She bury her face more in crook of my neck. Leaving sweet kisses.

I hear rosé phone ring. She slowly get off me to take her phone. I put my left arm on my eyes to cover.

"Yes kev? " My blood start boiling, I don't fucking understand. He could call her in morning! Afternoon! Evening! But no! that asshole want to talk her in night!

I look at rosé who's already looking at me.

"Date? But I don't think-" She listen what that asshole is telling her.

'Please don't go out with him.' I mentally beg.

"Fine"

I feel heavy between my chest. Is she using me? I can feel my breath is becoming hard. I look away from her, getting off from bed. I walk toward door.

" Dinner is rea- " I open door, giving fake smile Mr. Yg. "How are you feeling? " He ask.

Hurt!!!!

"Excellent" I walk past him.

I sit on chair, they start serving me. Today is last day here after this rosé is going to avoid me? Yes of course because there kev is going to be there.

Kev is not here so, she use me but when she look at me with that eyes it didn't look fake. It's like she like me too and she was crying too when I was hurt.

Rich people play double role. How can I forget that. I don't know how many emotions running in my body.

I feel movement beside me. I look side, my chest squish in hurt. I look away, start eating my food.

I feel her hand on mine. I push her hand away. My eyes is burning in anger. My chest heavier in per second. A knot is making in my stomach.

I push my food in my throat as fast as possible.

I got up quickly, leaving her behind. Many people ask me about how I am feeling. I replied all of them I am good.

When I enter small house I push myself under blanket. After some second I hear door close.