AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You went out?” I scold her. “Are you dying for me to turn your ass red?”
“Did you write this?” she hisses, shoving a piece of paper against my chest.
I cock an eyebrow, calmly grabbing the crumbled note, but I don’t open it.
“Why were you out, Jade?” She’s holding the keys to her car, which she probably found in my bedroom, and I think tonight is the night I make her choke on my cock to teach her a lesson.
“I was looking at what’s under my hood. I didn’t go anywhere, okay? It was for the van.”
Her hands are covered in oil, a trace of it on her forehead like she wiped some sweat with her dirty hands.
She didn’t go anywhere.
“I answered your question. Now answer mine.”
Sounds fair. I unfold the note to read it.
You should have stayed away. Your days are numbered. Tick Tock.
A laugh bubbles in my throat, causing her brow to furrow, and her eyes narrow in fury. Oh, the bitch is good.
“Sending death threats to yourself, baby? Don’t you think it’s a bit much?”
“This isn’t funny, Elliot! That was on my car, and you’re the last one who drove it.” She comes closer to me, her chest practically touching my stomach. Fuck, she’s so ridiculously small. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“Stop always shouting and getting angry, Jade.”
“Why? I’mfuckingangry.”
If her eyes weren’t so feline-like, she would probably resemble a yapping Chihuahua with the way she gets furious and yet has no effect on me whatsoever.
Except one.
“Because I could fuck you when you’re fuming like this. It does something to me, I swear.”
“I could fuck you up.”
“Why are you creating more problems for yourself?”
“Me?” She’s almost on her toes now, smelling of apples like she always has, and I’m assuming it’s from the shampoo I had Kay bring her. Or maybe that gum she’s chewing. She must have found one of the packs I keep in the house. I used to always have them around for her, and it’s been a habit to keep buying them.
She wouldn’t be caught dead eating the fruit, but she’s always been addicted to any candy that has that fake green apple taste.
It’s weird that after two years, what feels the most like her is her smell. She hasn’t changed much physically, but everything is different on the inside. She’s weaker, yet angrier. Still angry. She’s always been angry.
She lost some of her stubbornness, and she used to talk all day long about songs we should listen to.
Her, Ethan, and I listen to the same kind of music. They were already friends as kids, but they really bonded when they started texting late at night about their favorite punk rock bands. I didn’t know what she saw in him back then. I’m still unsure.
I like those bands too.
I cared about her too.
And unlike him, women wanted me.
So why him? Why not me?
I guess what changed the most is that we were close, and we aren’t anymore. It doesn’t matter if it was physical or more. The scent of apples followed me everywhere I went. Having it shoved in my face after two years feels strange. Not the good kind. It’s a dangerous force.
