Heartbreaker | Jaden Hossler ✅

Part 47

Jaden's POV:

My senses offered me to back out, and leave the whole scene altogether, but the eyes Signa gave me from just meters away, were enough to keep me stood in place, for a while.

Thunder rolled in from the right side of my ear.

As I observed them, Camille rubbed her eyes, partly in annoyance.

Signa was also frozen. Standing in place. Statues alike, we were.

I took my first step to the front, and Signa twitched in her spot.

I took the second step, and her eyes immediately looked numb, only staring at the ground as of now.

By the time I could get closer to her, Camille had pulled away the other friends around there. They left in a matter of solid seconds.
Only Sig remained.

Cam watched me so eagerly drawn but still with a slight killer-spree, feverish look.

I observed her hair whip side to side in the moment as she left. What a shitty attitude she can radiate sometimes.

When I was finally alone with Sig, she didn't even move an inch, she just stared down.

I snapped two fingers where she was staring. She then slowly gulped, before adjusting her head up.

I grinned.

Her hands folded in front of her, before they straightened out, pushing my body in, making my feet step backwards just so I could still maintin myself up.

She gave it little strength, but It was enough to make my grin completely disappear.

"You-" She says, but her heavy breathing didn't let her continue.

There were people walking around us. Some taking in the scene.

It sometimes seemed to me that our world was planned. We were the only ones who were most dramatic in this school. It seems like a sitcom, because you never see any of the other classmates get beat up at a party by one of their friends.

It was always us.

As If we were destined to be in a cheesy story, where everyone's observing us for their enjoyment, as If we're deadass puppets.

I forgot the thought almost immediately when Signa blinked slowly, suppressing air to herself. She looked like she was holding a bible inside, her throat clogged just by thinking about It.

I opened my arms, trying to cherish her, but the only thing I got was her crossing her arms, sinking her lips inside her mouth, and bloating her face in the form of a girly pout.

"What did I do wrong?" I pouted like a dumbass as well, maybe she'll talk If I act this way.

"Nothing.." She murmurs.

"I did nothing, but still your whole family hates me?" I forget about the pout and let my strong thoughts take over.

"You're you.. You're Jaden fucking Hossler." She takes a second to continue. I watched her with a straight vision, anxiously awaiting her recently clogged up words.

"You're different from what I thought, something too close to a dickhead, really." She finally bursts out, almost in rage, and I feel like If she could, she's spit in my face any second.

I'm stupidly astonished at her word choice for a minute.

"I've known that for 17 years, why bring It up now?" I reply, coldly.

I know I'm a dickhead, but the thing is, what are the real reasons to me being one at all.

At once, spots of rain incremented in positions around us. We were stood next to a roof, but we weren't exactly under It.