fall for me - jschlatt x reader

hotel

- 3155 words 
*not proofread*

how's everyone doing after that last chapter? i hope the 'smut' wasn't too bad :)

this chapter is a bit longer than usual, hope you all enjoy! 

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         clays snoring was excruciatingly loud, especially as you scrolled through twitter. you were both laying down on the hotel bed, since clay wanted to spend one more night in north carolina before going back to florida. all of your bags were packed, but he insisted on staying.

your fingers seemed to be scrolling on their own, as your brain was preoccupied with the events that transpired last night.

you went over it again and again, trying to make sense of it.

schlatt followed you outside, pinned you against the wall and told you clay wasn't your type, then made intense eye contact with you from across the room, pulled you away from the party, admitted he still loved you, and finally screwed the brains out of you.

after that, he simply left. he didn't try even attempt to help you clean up. he tugged his clothes back on and left the room albeit he gave you a few extra glance. not that that mattered.

you had held back tears as you cleaned yourself up, wiping your nose and promising to yourself that you would be fine without him. that he didn't deserve you.

how could he say he loves you and then leave? who does that?

apparently him. the thought of what you did with schlatt last night left a bitter taste in your mouth. god, you wished you could've just moved on. if you didn't approach him when he told you to, you wouldn't have hooked up with him, and you wouldn't be in such an agitated and fragile state of mind currently.

"mm, (y/n)?" clay mumbled in a sleepy voice. you didn't want to talk to him. you just wanted to go home and sleep for the next hundred years. you wanted to shower off the disgusting feeling that schlatt left you with. you wanted to wash away the scent of his cologne on your clothes.

you wanted to forget him.

you knew it was easier said than done, but you didn't have a choice. he was bad for you, and the way he left you so vulnerable was proof of that. he didn't care about you, his mind was just clouded with lust. he didn't mean his words.

"(y/n)..."

"yeah?"

"look at me," clay said, demanding your attention. you turned to face him, seeing a small smile on his face. he extended an arm around your waist and pulled you so your cheek was pressed against his chest.

this was something you didn't want to deal with right after schlatt. fuck.

you felt clays slender finger slip under your chin, pushing up so you met his eyes. you strained a little, trying to pull away, but apparently it wasn't strong enough as clays face was slowly growing closer.

fuck, fuck, fuck. what were you supposed to do? push him away? that would embarrass him. but he couldn't just... kiss you. you couldn't remember ever giving him any signs that you were interested.

by the time you made the decision to push him away, it was too late. you could already feel his slightly chapped lips press harshly on yours.

nausea flooded your body and you violently ripped away from clay within a few seconds. he looked confused, and he stared at you waiting for an explanation.

you didn't owe him that. as quickly as you could you grabbed your suitcase and the flannel that was laying on a chair and left the room, shutting the door behind you.