The DollHouse(G!PxGirlxGirl)

♧Chapter 62

Parker

The dinner had been weeks ago and Jen and I had been doing fantastic, so much so she kissed me in front of her friends the other day. The way it felt to be claimed publicly like that was something different. It felt empowering to know she liked me enough to tell everyone, even people she barely talked to on a daily basis.

I can't say I haven't gotten weird looks, I only notice maybe twice in a regular day, it doesn't bother me, they're just looking but I've never had anything like this happen.

I looked down at the girl, she was short and wore a skirt small enough to fit a dog. Who let her leave the house dressed like that, why hasn't she gotten a dress code infraction, I can basically see up the skirt. I step away from her putting a good amount of space between us.

The way she's looking at me is making me uncomfortable and the point where her nail poked my chest still dully ached.

"I'm just saying, you're hot, like come one, don't pretend like you don't think I'm hot too,"

I shook my head, I didn't want to touch her, girls like her get guys like me into trouble. It's one of the first things I leaned about being a guy, they always belive the girls first. Some guys never actually get proven innocent it's a fiasco that I don't need.

"Nah, I'm good," I forced a smile and tried to walk away but she blocked me again.

"Sonots true, you are you gay then?" She asked with squinted eyes. It was a bit infuriating to think that she would say that to my face, but I managed to hold in my anger. I started to opened my mouth but a handmade on my shoulder, I turned around squickly to see that it was Jensen. Her hand swiftly slid down my arms and she pulled me to her.

I must have looked pissed off because without a word she touched my face and we looked at each other. My anger feels so unhinged sometimes, I think she knows that it gets dark in my head sometimes.
Just the way she smiles makes me feel like punching that girl in the head isn't worth it.

"Are you okay, do you want to go to the library?" She asked running her thumb over the tip of my ear, making me sigh in a bit if release.
Most people would pin us for emotional opposites, but I guess you could say we are just not in the way they think.

I'm not as calm and collected as look and she's not as loud and angry as people think. It keeps unwanted people away, I get it.

I finally have the mind to share her, but the girl from earlier cuts in clearing her throat. I physically felt my blood pressure shoot up as I balled my first and turned around, does she not understand social cues, does she not understand being unwelcome.
My fists gripped nothing as I turned to the girl but Jens quickly took over.

"Can you fuck off?" The girl looked genuinely angry before she huffed and stopped off. The halls were emptying for lunch and I was supposed to be sharing notes with my girlfriend by now but instead I was more angry then I've been in a long time, shaking like a junkie in the middle of the halls.

That stupid bitch.

Jen took my wrist and lead me into an empty class room, it was the art room and poetry work was covered with clothes. The daylight lit up the room nice enough to omit the lights.

Jen hands slowly shifted down to my fists where she held them softly. Her hands were smaller than mine by a lot for her to be nearly as tall as me. She guided my hands to her waist and I opened my palms to make them meet her hips.

I gripped her waist and she seemed to lose air when she looked at me. The space between us wasn't satisfying me as so I pulled her closer. A whimper left her as she let me be aggressive with her, normally she doesn't let me touch her this way with this kind of force. Her hands started up my arms and she drew them arms across my chest meeting in the middle. Her palms dragged down my torso, and back up the way she does after practice.