The Night We Met

Chapter 11: Jace

It's been two weeks since I have seen Aspen. The last time we were together she was yelling at me in my front yard reminding me how rude I was, I have never had a girl be so honest with me before it was,...exciting. I had no idea why I was thinking about her while I was lying next to Bexley. What was it about her?

"Why are you so quiet?" Bexley asked me as she started to kiss my chest. "Why are you still touching me?" I grabbed her wrist and got up from the bed, she knew the rules we fuck, and then after there's no more touching. No need for a connection there romantically we were friends, yes and we had sex often yes but when it comes to a commitment I can't do it. 

"What the hell is your problem, you weren't complaining about me touching you 15 minutes ago." She got up from her bed wrapping a white sheet around her nude body. 

"I'm leaving" I grabbed my shirt and walked out of the room while she followed ridiculously still wrapped up in the sheet.

"Why do you do this to me, Jace,...you never want anything to do with me until you want sex,..is that all I mean to you?" she yelled from the top of the stairs. She knew the arrangement that we had, so why was she so hurt about it now? "Hello, are you going to answer me or just stand there and look at me?" 

"What the fuck do you want me to say, Bex, that I like you, or that I want to be with you,...I don't. You know what we do we have sex and it's fun but being in a committed relationship, that's not me."  I hated that I had to explain this same shit to her once again. Bexley was not girlfriend material even if I did want one. We would never be together. 

"So then I'm done, this between us is done" she shouted and ran down the stairs. She was hurt I get that,  but I don't do emotions nor do I do relationships she knew that. "You're not leaving I'm not done talking yet" she grabbed my arm. I turned to her to be surprised as tears formed in her eyes. I looked at her with zero sympathy in my eyes. She has done this to herself she created this narrative, not me. 

"Do you honestly think that those tears will move me, they never did before," 

"You are such dick I hate you,..so much," 

"Yeah well you loved this dick when it was in your mouth" I made my way out of the house as she yelled and screamed. I was used to these little tantrums that she threw. They were nothing new and they never fazed me I knew what I wanted and who I wanted. I was over all of the drama with her she would eventually get over it and call me crying about how much she misses me and how she was more than likely tripped out on some kinda drug.  It was the same routine when it came to Bexley this was nothing new. 

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