𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑀𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚,
𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ.
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Jade Augustine, a guy of his action, fighting but adhering all the demons he acquired in his life. A teenager...
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The Guilty Words
*I wrote this chapter while listening to this song, I hope you like it!
Chapter 14
We both stood there staring at each other without replying to the question we asked each other a few minutes ago. It's getting tiring now throwing daggers without backing off. I can see the fire in his eyes, the laser eyes just matching mine. Finally, when I think of backing up, a voice comes from around us making both of us lose concentration at the same time.
"Are you guys done or will it take years to go on? I mean getting a bag of popcorn for a silent show won't be so bad." One of the guys sarcastically says who had his arms on the other guy's shoulder since earlier. I look around the room to analyze that I am the only girl in around all the handsome boys and that to strangers and a despiteful guy. I excuse myself and turn to the guys slowly, my awkward movements not helping me in any way,
"I think I should go. I am already late. It's nice meeting you all though." Some pass me a small smile and I take it as my cue to leave when the guy I want to roll my eyes at opens his mouth,
"Nobody stopped you in the first place. Give yourself the credit you own, which would be in minus if I was you." He snickers in an arrogant manner at the end making me flap my head back to his face clearly which is adorned with a bitchy smirk right now.
"Nobody asked for your opinion in the first place so stop giving yourself the footage of being wanted by anyone who comes your way first hand." My voice is bitchy and I don't change it for even a minute. He gets what he deserves at the exact moment and I am not going to feel sorry for his lonely ass for not sharing my politeness.
"You don't know about me or my life in the first place so stop saying shit that always comes in your mouth like always every time you open your mouth." I know I hit a nerve I am acknowledging the whole scene in front of me. I move close to him with a smirk that quickly subsides when his hardened gaze meets mine in the most poisonous way. The gaze I am too familiar with. The gaze of hatred, the despise. I feel my feet freeze at that same moment but what makes me feel shocked run within my nerve is when he moves closer to me and stands close enough for me to inhale his breathy scent. It does no justice for me to speak but he knows too, he hit me a little with his stare and his words. Wondering what's more to come.
"Well, that's fun about this whole conversation. You know I am right, you know it too well because you feel it every day Am I wrong when it's a say that a dad abandoned his own son. I mean he must have his reason, right?" I whisper the last line but once I say it, I know I crossed the imaginary line of ignorance between us. That I shouldn't have been such a vile person to say something that personal to a person but before I could remark it, I knew I was late. Too late. I smirked seeing him red with anger now but from the inside, the feeling of regret swirls freely.
