Down Below (S4S)

Chapter 18

Asia POV

"Jazz! St-" I tried to yell but she choked me harder than I thought she ever would. "You thought you could take control huh? Put your hands around my neck and tell me to do what you want me to do?" She spoke in an ominously calm tone.

I looked into her eyes for hope, they were the only part of her that showed a tint of remorse. She kissed and sucked on spots above my chest through my hoodie, my hands squeezing the table underneath me as I whimpered in place.

What is she doing?

I panicked and tried to pull her hands off of me. She finally let go of my neck and I gasped for air. "What abou- look whatchu doing right now!" I stuttered and she yelled, "I'm just returning what you did to me!"

"What 'bout what you been doing? When I was on the ground, you acted like yeen know who I was! Shit you do that all the time." She scoffed but I jumped off the table and continued, "And then you put me through these mixed ass emotions where I don't know if I like you or hate you, I don't know if YOU like me or hate me, if I want you to fuck me or if I wanna get the fuck out this room and never see you again! I don't know! And it's fucking confusing! YOU'RE fucking confusing!"

Stress filled the room and adrenaline pumped through our blood. She stood there running her hands through her hair, then holding her hands together over her head.

I tried to walk past her but she stopped me, "Plea- I'm sorry. I was set on what happen this morning. I ain't think about yo-" She breathed in then exhaled out her ego, "I'on never want you to think that I hate you. I would never hate you."

I just stood there, still not turning towards her.

I let out a stressed laugh and mumbled to myself, mocking her, "I'on never want you to think I hate you, straight bullshit."

If she didn't hate me, shit if she gave a single fuck about me, she wouldn't treat me the way she do.

Jazz spoke louder behind me, "Watchu said?" I turned to face her and she stood over me. Looking up at her made my heart skip beats.

She tried to touch me, "Please don't make this bigger than it gotta be."

I felt my blood boil. Don't make this bigger than it gotta be? Is she serious?

I shook my head and started walking backwards.

I've had people treat me way worse than she has, but for some fucking reason, her actions hurt me more than most people ever have.

As I was about to turn around to leave, she pulled me in by my waist. I gasped quickly when I almost fell, but she caught me, "Can't you fucking chill with the picking me up and throwing me around shi-" She grabbed my ass through my sweatpants causing me to shut up.

Leaving her hand on my waist, she brought her lips inches from my ear, "I know you want to stay. You've got this yearning look in your eyes just begging me to fuck you." She made her way into my hoodie. Her cold fingers ran up my stomach as she continued, "Not touching you for weeks," She played with my nipple as I held in a moan, "holding back every craving my body begged for."

She brought her lips to mine, "Fuck, I need you." She kissed me softly and I savored it. I feel as though I need her too.

She wrapped her fingers around my neck as she bit my tongue gently.

I feel as though I need her too, but I can't keep putting up with her and her shit.

I pulled away and made my way out of the room. She called for me and I turned around for the last time, "Lemme know when you tryna stop playin' your mind games."