Anchor- A JJ Maybank Fanfic

27. The Phone Call

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

The Phone Call:
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I sat on the couch, watching some show that was streaming on TV. The house is empty and quiet since everyone else was busy working. Every time I'm alone in this house, I feel completely useless since I haven't heard anything from Kie or her dad yet about working at The Wreck.

It's also been two weeks since that morning with the sunrise. Santana and Pope have grown closer over time. They haven't even tried to hide their affair. Instead of getting off from work on time, Santana would always get to her house an hour or two hours later with her hair messed up and her cheeks flushed. If I wasn't so mad at her, I would tease her and make her tell me all about what's going on between them.

But I was. I was more than just angry with her. I also felt betrayed. Santana had no right to tell JJ about the video. It made me sick to the stomach every time that fact settles in. She's more than just my best friend, she's the sister I've never had. And she told the person that I-.

My stomach flutters slightly as the reminder of JJ passes through my mind. A smile shapes itself on my lips followed by a rise of heat towards my cheeks. My mind becomes a little cruel and reminds me of things JJ has said to me.

"It'll be hard to resist you now."
"God, do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Merrie?"
"And you're probably the most attractive girl I've ever seen and all I wanna do is touch you and hold you like this until that shining sun dies over the earth, you know that right?"

A childlike giggle brushed off my lips as his voice echoed loudly in my mind. Then something happened in my heart; something I haven't felt in such a long time. It warmed up to the thought of him.

It warmed up to JJ Maybank.

I didn't know why it reacted like that. I know that he's been gentle with me ever since he told me that he knew about the video. He hasn't even mentioned it since that morning. There's no meaning behind any of his actions. JJ is just a guy who says nice compliments to people. That's it. I shouldn't overthink this. Even with the sex.

Oh, fuck...the sex we had this week. I bit my lip, gripping onto my thighs. I can't stop thinking about it every time it crosses my mind. JJ's naked body on mine, the sound he would make, the sounds I would make, the feeling of him inside of me, the speed he would go. God, it was incredible. Electric sparks formed between my legs as if they had a mind of their own and remembered it too.

After we said our goodbyes that morning, I completely forgot that JJ was unprotected the whole time. Even though he made sure that he didn't come inside of me, it's still important to take precautions. So that morning, after everyone left, I snuck into Santana's room to find some birth control pills that she hides in a little box from under her bed and took some.

But I should stop. I need to stop.

Besides, JJ's been respecting my private space the same way I'm respecting his. But the suspense about JJ's past relationship is making me extremely eager to find out myself, whether I learn it from JJ or not.

He cried...no, he sobbed. I saw him shake and break down in front of me as if his emotional pain suddenly became physical.

"It's not what she did to me, it's what I did in response to what she did, and what I had to receive after that."

JJ, what does that mean?

My phone vibrates next to me facedown. I turn it around to see a text notification from Santana brighten up on my lock screen. My eyes roll once I see her name pop up. God, she makes me angry. Not reading the text, I turn off my phone and place it face down again. I place my attention back on the television, watching this girl break up with her boyfriend because she wants his brother instead.