Cupid's Target

13- IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE U

"I hope you know you just kidnapped me!" I yelled, storming into Wayne's home.

"You're letting yourself in my home, I didn't tell you to. You could've jumped out of the car a while ago, too." He closed the front door behind him and made sure it was locked.

I decided not to fuss back because.... well he was correct.

"Go up to my room, change into the clothes on the bed. I'll be up in a second, i'm gonna take a smoke." He said walking towards the back door.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he had already slammed the door.

I walked up to his room, curious about the clothing he was talking about.
How did he even know I was coming?
oh my...
Jason didn't set me up did he?
No he couldn't have. There's absolutely no way he would've predicted I would've bought something for her. He didn't even know she did my hair!

I found a pair of black Nike shorts, along with a red Nike hoodie. I had noticed that the tags were still on them.

Did he buy it for me? No, no way. He isn't that charming.

Dusting the thought off my mind, I carelessly threw off the damp clothes I had in and placed the new ones on.

They smelled like him.

I walked over to his body mirror, staring at my ass of course. I have to make sure it looks good at all times ;)

"It looks as good as always, Cherry." I heard a chuckle and my eyes pulled away from my bum, staring at Wayne standing at the door. His arms were crossed, muscles were popping out and a smirk was on his face.

Rail me

No, no shut up you horny bastard.

"So this is for me?" I tugged on the hoodie lightly and earned a small nod from him.

"Why?" I questioned as I walked over to him.

I was now standing in front of him, staring at my feet.
He didn't speak. Just took me by surprise when he pulled me in for a hug. I was hesitant to hug back, but I did tell him I would be here for him.

We stood there hugging for a couple minutes, then I finally let go.

"What was that for?" I nervously laughed, trying to break the obvious sexual tension.

"Nothing, it's- I'm sorry." He scoffed, making his way to sit on the edge of his bed.

Here it goes, bipolar Wayne is back.

"Sorry for?" I took a seat beside him, rubbing his back to soothe him.

His soft eyes looked at me. He had bags under them. He looked like a fucking corpse. Hot one, of course.

"Let's go to sleep, yea?" He began to lay on the bed, turned his body to face the wall so he was comfortable.
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow and stayed in my position.

I was now concerned for him more than I would've two weeks ago.
Has he not slept?
I couldn't help but have a feeling I was only called over here to help him go to bed, not for him to apologize.

"You look tired, come on!" He patted the empty spot beside him and gave me a small awkward smile.

As much as I wanted to lay down by this sculpture, I also wanted to know what was going on in that mind of his.

I grabbed his arms, making his whole body ride so that he was now sitting up.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Wayne." I caressed his cheek and stared him in the eyes. He got uncomfortable from the eye contact, making him look away quickly.