Tear You Apart

Reconciliation

A few moments later after I'd splashed some water on my face and used the toilet, I was finishing up in the restroom and went to open the door only to find the handle unmoving. Glancing at the fancy golden knob in confusion, I tried it again. The door didn't budge.

"Oh, son of a bitch," I growled and banged on the door to hopefully get someone's attention.

I waited for a moment but there was no answer. Only the dull resounding noise of the music downstairs.

Goddamnit.

**

I was sitting against the wall in front of the toilet smoking a joint I'd stashed in my clutch awhile later. I'd given up trying to call and text Leah and Tallulah, odds are they were both getting their jollies off somewhere in the house themselves.

Just my fucking luck.

The doorknob jiggling brought me out of my fuming and a body entered the small space.

"Wait don't let the door-" I couldn't get the words out fast enough as the stranger turned to face me.

"Shut..." the door snapped shut with a click and Judd gave me a confused and annoyed look.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, fucking great," I growled and rolled my eyes. Was the universe toying with me now?

He turned to leave and rumbled when the door didn't open.

"It won't work. I tried that; it's jammed."

I relaxed against the wall and inhaled the marijuana again, letting the white smoke dance around my face slowly when I exhaled. Judd punched the wood with a roar before leaning his entire upper body against it as if silently pleading with the door to reciprocate as I watched him with a raised eyebrow. He reminded me of an animal trapped in a cage the way he was acting. I didn't blame him.

"You want to get high?"

He stopped in his tracks with a dramatic sigh and faced me as he slid down the wall, glowering at me all the while and crossing his arms like a child as he stretched his legs out in my direction. The air was filled with friction and his hostile eyes watched me like a cornered panther awaiting a chance to escape as the beast reached out a paw hesitantly to snatch the weed out of my outstretched hand and bring it to his mouth.

We sat in silence as the small white bathroom filled with smoke and tension. Judd wasn't dressed up for Halloween, simply donning a black jacket with a dark heather tee shirt underneath and black jeans with his light-colored Converse. I suddenly felt simultaneously overdressed and underdressed and instinctually fiddled with the hemline of my skirt as I stretched out my legs like he had so that mine were parallel with his own. 

"How long you been stuck in here?" His voice was rough, and his eyes were unreadable as they razed over my form while he handed the joint back to me. I ignored the blush beginning to creep up my face at the prospect that maybe he liked what he saw.

"Like an hour. Tried calling Tallulah and Leah but they're both occupied so here I am having my own little party," I glanced down at my boots, a stark contrast to the white spotless bathroom.

"Fuckin' Christ," he let his head rest against the wall and ran a hand across his face.

"Yep... So, it's gonna be just you and me until the next victim shows up," my answer sounded mistakenly suggestive I realized, and I felt my face get hotter. The alcohol and weed combination weren't helping at all.

His juniper green eyes were narrow slits, but they were on me with a look I couldn't place.

"You didn't dress up."