Page 40 of We Are Yours
What the hell is that?
It was my turn to shake my head, shoving away those thoughts and questions. She spun around to the desk and started writing something on a piece of paper before handing it to me.
There, in front of my eyes, in all caps, she wrote:
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FUCK YOU!
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I laughed so hard my head fell back until she began laughing too. Rolling her eyes, she smirked. Catching this moment between us like I had. It was weird to laugh with her, but it was also easy, if that made any sense.
Using this to my advantage, I spoke the truth. “Do you see why I need you to talk to me…?” My words hung heavy in the air, fueling my next truth. “Unless you want me to spend the entire weekend twisting your mixed signals and us fighting to communicate because I don’t speak black cat, then I highly suggest you get your shit together and use that pretty little mouth for what it’s for, talking.”
Folding her arms over her chest in defiance, she cocked her hip to the side with a shit-eating grin on her face.
Not holding back, I spoke another truth, “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Her hard expression quickly softened, and I realized I was getting to her by just being myself. It was the reality check I wasn’t expecting, and the worst part was, I liked that I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t just to get her to talk to me. I was starting to think that the key was to let her get to know who I was, and that alone was a daunting thought.
This should have been my warning. This was when I should have known better… Nothing simple comes easy, and I learned that the hard way.
Specifically, when it came to her.
Feeling a sort of truce, I extended my hand out for her to shake. “How about we try to get along, yeah?”
She took one look at my gesture, grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote:
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What game are you playing?
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I met her eyes, debating, “Why? Afraid you’ll lose?” Adding insult to injury, I joked, “It’d make Julius happy, and that’s what you want, right?”
She didn’t hesitate to call me out.
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Are you trying to manipulate me?
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“Why?” I grinned. “Is it working?” Extending my hand again, I suggested, “Truce then?”
She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling, making me catch my breath. She was obviously struggling with my intentions, and I couldn’t blame her—she was far more jaded than I initially assumed.
“Come on,” I insisted. “Can’t you just meet me halfway?” Speaking another fact, I confessed, “We’re not that different, you and me. Sometimes I go silent too… but if I don’t speak, I’m not heard, and if I’m not heard, I let them win.”
Her lips parted, taking in what I just admitted for the first time out loud.
As soon as our hands connected, this suffocating silence filled the small space. It felt as though there was a sudden shift in our dynamic, where we truly saw eye to eye. She was a lot more perceptive than I thought. I was starting to see why Julius was drawn to her. There was far more to her than met the eye. She was like a piece to this massive jigsaw puzzle that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to piece together.
Not only that but I wanted her to trust me. It was the only way I’d get answers out of her. At least that was what I kept telling myself. The last thing I needed was to get emotionally involved with my brother’s girl. Besides, he asked me to do this. If he wasn’t going to ask her questions, I sure as hell was.
Trust was such a foreign sentiment for me. I’d never experienced the desire to have anyone confide in me. Not even Julius, and he was my flesh and blood. It came with too many strings attached and emotions I refused to waste time on.
