TRIGGER WARNING - DEPRESSION
Roselia's POV
I raced down the street to confront this inconsistent, crappy, jerky man! Elbowing past numerous people, I swerved left to right and caught his attention. His eyes widened as it landed on my furious, red face. The audacity! The woman's eyes were occupied with drinking him down from top to bottom.
I cleared my throat loudly as he abruptly stopped in his tracks. "How dare you?" I was fuming, not caring about the curious eyes that were on us. Apparently, the woman did and threw me a death glare.
"Who are you?" Her silicone-filled lips moved stiffly in the spring air as she spoke. I glanced at what she was wearing. Her boobs were half out along with her belly of the hot pink tube top she wore. Her thighs were open for anyone to see as she wore a skimpy pink skirt to match with her top. How vulgar! No wonder men liked her. Women just need to wag their tail to capture thirsty lions.
"She's my girlfriend." Jasper's deep voice and expressionless eyes had an effect on me other anger and that made me even redder. More fury! Immediately, the woman's hands fell to her sides and she covered her face from the audience we had around us.
"Damn right, I am!" I wanted my eyes to pierce through his skull, hopefully killing him in the process. "What the hell are you doing?" An expression of amusement flashed across his face. So he thought this was fun? I'll show you fun!
"Are you crazy?!" The woman in pink tried to lecture me but she didn't have the mental capacity to talk to me.
"Leave." My voice was cold and authoritarian, something I've picked up from Jasper. With that, she ran with her pretty little high heels out of the street. I preferred she took a long walk from a very short pier.
An eyebrow of amusement shot up in Jasper's face. I knitted my eyebrows together and took a long deep breath. Reloading the bullets in my gun, I readied myself for the number of vulgarities that were about to come out of my mouth.
"Yo-" The wind brushed harshly against me and a hand clamped on my mouth. Jasper blurred past the bystanders and lifted me from the ground with one hand. This little!
The world around my shifted in an instant, from looking at his handsome face with a shopping district background, it was now replaced with a silent alley.
"Nnmmghfph!" I tried to explain to him what he can shove down his throat but his massive hand muffled them.
"Flower." He inched in closer to my face, his amused emerald eyes boring into my furious hazel ones. "I get the feeling you're angry, right now."
"Yhhmgnff!"
"I'm sorry I didn't get that." He tilted his head as a smirk danced around his lips. "Mind saying it again?"
"Ymnhgfhmm!" Truthfully, at this point, I didn't know what I said. All I knew was that I was angry at him for even accompanying that bimbo!
"Was it because I was with that thing?" His lack of respect for that bimbo actually made me calm down a bit. But I was still hellishly angry!
I raised my hands in the air to hit him in the shoulders, abs, chest, anywhere! But with rapid movements, he managed to dodge every attack which made me even angrier.
"Fnmnngh!"
"You know, flower." He trailed a finger down my cheek after I was done giving him a barrage of attacks which he deflected easily. The cheek he touched burned, leaving a trail of smoke at its wake and boiled the blood on my face. Nevertheless, it was still enough for me to try and kick his legs or his thighs that were recently wounded. He didn't deflect them but it looked like it hurt me more than it hurt him. "I'm beginning to think that you're taking this method acting very seriously."
"Thnnkyi." I gritted my teeth but of course, he didn't know that. I flailed my arms around to try and hurt him physically, to no avail.
"You're going to hurt yourself, flower." He captured my wrist mid-air as it almost hit his chest.
"Hmgnhfhpgh!"
He chuckled at my unheard expletives and leaned in closer. His emerald eyes transformed into teasing orbs of green lights as it moved closer to mine. My heartbeat quickened as his breath fell on my cheek. What was that emotion I felt a second ago?
Through the corner of my eyes, he reached in closer to my ear and whispered, "You're jealous."
My eyes widened in shock. Jealous? Me? I did have feelings for him but was it that bad that I felt jealousy take over me? No, people get jealous because they couldn't contain their possessiveness over their partner. I couldn't be possessive over him because he wasn't even mine!
'Then why are you so worked up over it even though you knew he's not really yours?'
The fire in my brain suddenly extinguished and the fury left my face. His hand pressed against my mouth slowly retreated, as did the rest of his body.
He's not mine. I had no right to be jealous. He'll never be mine. He wouldn't want to be with me, anyway. I was way below his standards and everyone else's.
"You're annoying, you know?" I cocked my head in his direction and narrowed my eyes.
"Only for you." He batted his eyelashes at me. "You have nothing to worry about. That girl repulses me."
Why did I feel relieved?
"She suddenly came up to me as I was picking this up." He held up a paper bag in front of my face. "Here, I guess I owe you a new phone and a sim card."
"You bought a phone, for me?" There was still a hint of fury in my voice.
"Yeah." The paper bag was still in front of my face. "Don't worry about the phone. I had that lying around in my house for so long. I thought it was better to donate it to you."
I took the paper bag from his hand and clutched it close to my chest. The bad boy has a heart. Rejoice! "Thank you." I looked into the bag to meet with the newest iPhone in green and the package of my new sim card. He had one of these just laying in his house randomly? Well, it is Jasper Edwards, nothing was impossible for him.
"You're welcome. You know if I didn't remember we had a fake relationship, I would've called your angered response formidable." He teased.
"FAKE?!?" A shrill voice rang at the end of the alleyway.
Vanessa.
Oh, I was dead.
I swallowed down the phlegm building up in my throat and tried to say something, anything. But all that came out were incomprehensible squawks of a bird.
"When, Sel?" She looked at her feet, tears pricked at the end of her doe eyes. Her arms trembled beside her and she forced herself not to break down.
No... Why did I have to make things worst?
"When?" Her voice cracked but I still couldn't see her eyes. "When were you going to tell me?"
I didn't have the answer to that so, I stayed silent.
"You..." The last bit of restraint she had crumbled and she raised her head, to reveal a broken, teary-eyed shell of best friend. "weren't?"
No... I never meant for this to happen.
