The Imprint

II: Suggestive Gestures

"Thanks for the ride." Roman told Jade while getting out the car. He chuckled at her even more unruly curled hair, caused by the head-banging and hair swinging to her favorite rock n' roll songs off of her iPod. He smirked, closed the door, and made a slick comment, "I'll call if I ever need a carpool doll face."
"Don't count on a free taxi ride every point five seconds Anoa'i," Jade snapped back. "gas costs." She rolled her eyes at his grimy yet charming smirk. She switched into drive and rode off to her next destination.
*Doll face? Of all things to call me, why doll face?* this thought stayed stuck in her mind the entire ride home.
After the invasive thoughts of finding the psychopathic princess to be quite the catch, he didn't know what to do. These thoughts controlled Roman's mind more and more. Never being the type of man to back down from a challenge, he figured he would go for it. He sat down trying to gather up a game plan on how he would approach this walking, talking, shit starting problem that he wanted to make his own. Every plan he tried to rustle up, he figured it would fail epically. He decided to go the original way.

Roman called Jade. First call, no answer. "Hey, This is Jade Petrova. I'm obviously not here right now, so leave a message and I'll get right back to you when I can. Bye." Repeated over and over by her answering machine.
"Dammit! Answer the phone." Roman grumbled to the phone. With no success in calling, only way to talk to her was to go see her. A call to the taxi place and a short wait for a cab was all that was holding him back from spitting out what he had to say.

"Don't you cry no moooooooorrreeee!" Jade sang along to Kansas' classic rock hit 'Carry On Wayward Son'. Eating a chocolate covered strawberry while soaking in her French vanilla scented bubble bath with massage jets that sent tingles up your spine and gives you goosebumps all over. Sitting on the bed, a gold iPhone, which was on vibrate. The screen lit up and showed 7 missed calls and 3 texts from Roman whom she had labeled as "Fabio" in her contacts. The music was too loud to hear the vibration of the phone on the bed. Turning on the jets to the jacuzzi bath for one last time, she payed back and relaxed, taking a sip from her glass of grape juice she fancifully poured in a wine glass. The song fades off, sitting the glass down to reach for the MP3 player, a loud, violent knock at the door scared her. She jumped, knocked down the glass and whispered to herself, "SHIT! Who the hell is that? And do they have no sense whatsoever?!" Stepping out of the tub being wary of the glass on the floor, grabbing her silky, red robe and throwing it on urgently. Another absurd knock to the door as she sped tiptoed down the stairs attempting not to fall and die.
"WHO TH-.... Oh it's just y-.... Why the hell are you knocking on the door like somebody died?! Your excuse better be that someone actually did die, you dickhead!" Jade said frustratedly.
"Well hello to you too," Roman wide eyed and surprised replied.
"Oh, cut the bullshit wise ass! What do you want?" Jade snapped back at him eager to find out what was so important that he had to knock and damn near put dents in the door.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare y-... Anyways. Look I know this is odd and really badly timed," "No shit, Einstein" she sarcastically mumbled, rolling her eyes. Roman continued, "but I know I would've never thought of it and I don't know why I thought of it now but I, for the longest have convinced myself that you're a psycho, insane, rude little bitch and that you'd never be my type but for some reason I suddenly find you extremely sexy. I don't know why or how or... WHY! I do but I DO. And I just had to tell you. I called and texted with no success so I had to come. But I had to get this off my chest. I had to tell you." Roman quickly spoke.
Surprised and trying to understand it all, Jade side-eyed him and then switched facial expressions quickly.

"...... " silence and a confused expression on the extremely chiseled face of Roman. "......... Jade?"
"Do you want a cookie for confessing your undying love for me or something?" Jade said smirking at him as if she knew his wildest thoughts about her. "I have chocolate chip and macadamia."
"What?" Roman said. "You kidding right? You've got to be joking."

Jade shrugged,turned and walked away.

"I just said all that and you brushed it all off like it's nothing!"

"Well...... what do you want me to do? Jump for joy?! Run and tell somebody?" Jade said confused about his reaction.
"No." "Then what?" "Forget I told you that. Period. Okay? Bye." Roman said frustratingly.
"Wait..... I don't know how I'm supposed to react. I mean yea, been a while but I wouldn't know how YOU, of all people would want me to react. I'm sorry." Jade said with what sounded like a concerned tone.
Roman scratching his head looked down at the petite girl he wanted to make his. He put his big hand around her neck and head and attempted to reel her towards him.
"Don't. You like me...... I might..... MIGHT like you too. But trust me, you're getting yourself in something you won't be able to get out without a hell of a fight, Anoa'i." Jade said faintly and caringly.
Roman lifted her head, her curled, messy bun adjusted to angle, looked at him with sparkling lime colored eyes as he opened he mouth to say to her,"I know but there's never a challenge I've backed down from."
"Back down before you fall in a ditch you can't get out of" she warned him once again.
"I don't think so, you're not getting out that easy." He whispered looking at her. Then in a swift motion he kissed her Blistex coated lips before she could say anything else. "You're my ditch, I'll fall in if I please." He laughed at her. "Go out with me?" "Real smooth, Bond. Now go home." She replied with a flirtatious eye as she gently pushed him away.
"Is that a n-" Roman began to say. "Go home.... I'll call you tomorrow, meat head" Jade said as she winked and closed the door.
On the outside of the door walked a way a satisfied man with a challenge, on the inside a wooed woman who slid down, leaned against the door until she met the marbled floor while biting her freshly kissed lips. Threw her head back then squinted her eyes as she got up went upstairs and cleaned the broken glass.