Patience

30. " Get Out Of Here"

We stand there staring at each other for a few moments. The storm behind his green eyes calming momentarily before returning back with full vengeance. Then he takes a long drag of his joint before he tears off his piercing glance from me while muttering something I hardly figure out as, " Bloody.. Wilson."

He steps away from the door then turns away from me and walks over to the bed while leaving the door open.

He bends down to collect his phone from the bed. Then straightens up and dials a number and puts it on his ears.
He pinches the bridge of his nose with the other hand while his joint dangles off his finger infront of his face.

I step inside after mustering some courage. The room is darkly lit and fogged from the smoke. God gods how high he is. Still I can see the room is different, almost has a vintage feel to it. Almost everything is off dark wood Though the room is minimally furnished.

" WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE JASON ?" Hardin's screaming on the breaks me out of the room analysis, making me jump. His accent thick and venomous.

Boy, he is angry!!!

Poor Jason. I am starting to feel a little bad for him.

Hardin listens to his reply over phone...

" DID I NOT SPECIFICALLY MENTION HER FLAT??? " he screams again.

I can't help but pray for Jason's eardrums.

" YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU DAMMIT Take her back... " With that he throws his phone the bed.

Back? No way. I will stay sort this out. I know the situation is complicated due to stupidity done by the both of us.

Ok ok. By me.

I quickly go near him. And hug him from behind snaking my arms around his torso.

He stiffens at my touch, which does nothing but breaks my heart. It's like he is the Hardin of the past year.

" I am sorry Hardin " I mumble on his back.
" It was so really not right of me to not reply..... But trust me it wasn't my fault. I left my phone in the Car before entering college. By mistake. By the time I found out it was late. " I try to explain slowly and carefully.

He remains silent... I know He is trying his best to hide his anger, But I can see his fisted palm and I feel his tensed shoulder, his clenched jaws.

It's like he emanating rage and stress together.

I open my mouth again to explain why I went to classes and why I was just as angry as him.

" I know you are angry, I read the texts, that you were worried. I am really sorry. I had assignments Hardin. You can't just order me around. I was furious that you just ordered me to stay home, while I really needed to submit that pr-..... "

He cuts me off by hastily removing himself from my hold, turning to face me. He lifts his joint free hands to my cheeks while rubbing his thumbs on my lips rolling it under them which doesn't allow me to speak any further.

That's when I notice the blood in his palm.

" Hardin, oh my god!!! " I shriek through his thumb trying to look at the wound. How the hell did he get this?!

Of course from the trashed living room outside.

" Shhhh " He mumbles. Pressing his thumb against my lips to shut me up again while his gazed fixed in them, not meeting my eyes.

Then leans closer.. Then start rolling my bottom lips under his thumbs again while taking drag and blowing it away from my face. I shiver at this gesture.