Blandview High Musical

32. Sunday's For Recovery

Shayne's eye lids lifted as if they were bearing 8 pounds of extra weight on them. His head was pounding. That familiar sweet scent called to him. He went to sit up and found himself on Jade's leather couch. "How nice of you to finally wake up." Jade said from the other side of the kitchen. She moved around the island, towards him. She sat down on the leather seat adjacent as Shayne reached up running his fingers through his hair. "What the hell is going on?" He asked. She reached forward, touching his face where whelps were forming. "There was a huge fight last night. I spent an hour picking glass out of your ass, literally and you drank all my vodka." She said. Shayne raised his brows. "That's where the headache is coming from." He said. "Yeah, plus the stink. You need a shower, Advil and lots of water, so come on." She said, tugging him up.

            "What about Gill?" He asked. "What about her? She went home." Jade said. "Did I—did I say anything stupid last night? Or do anything?" He asked. "Aside from whining about not wanting her to see your naked ass? I don't think so." "Oh god...you pulled my pants down?!" He exclaimed. "How else was I supposed to get the glass out?" "By not humiliating me!" Jade just rolled her eyes. "You know, if you were my boyfriend, you wouldn't be such a sissy." "Well, I don't fit the profile of daddy issues too well." Jade scoffed. "Are you kidding me? You're the epitome of daddy issues." She shoved him into the bathroom. "So are you saying we should date?" He asked. She smirked. "No, smart ass." She said, moving around him to turn on the water in the shower. Shayne unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and draping it over the sink. "So you're saying I'm not...a whole package?" He asked. "Shayne, I think you're still somewhat drunk." "I am one-hundred percent sober." He said. "And I'm Jesus Christ." She retorted, pushing around him.

            He grabbed her by the arm, pinning her between the sink, rolling his hips against hers. "Tell me you don't wanna fuck me." "You're drunk, Shayne." He paused for a second, rolling his lips together. His eyes sunk shut for a moment. "Don't you dare—!" Jade started. Without warning, Shayne just opened his mouth and puked down the front of her shirt. It was chunky and yellow. She reached down, unbuckling his jeans and yanking them down. Shayne remained in a dazed state of mind. "See? I told you." "Oh shut up, Linda Blair." She shoved him towards the shower and pushed him down into the tub. The water spilled across his body as he protested. "Get yourself cleaned up." She said, grabbing his clothes. She took them into the other room, peeling off her Slayer t-shirt, trying to not get vomit on her face. It smelled foul. "I could murder you, Shayne Topp." She snapped.

            Just then, her phone started ringing in the other room. By the time she got to it, it had gone to voicemail. She clicked on it and James's voice rang through the other side. "Not answering, sugar? Hope you're not with anyone else because I'm coming over." He said. The voicemail ended. "Shit..." She grumbled. She bounded upstairs to change into something more suitable. As she was putting her hair up, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" She shouted. The washing machine rumbled on as she walked down the stairs. Shayne was in the shower, scrubbing himself down and trying to force some of the puke down the bathtub drain. Jade took a deep breath and opened the door. James was on the other side. "Hey." She said. "You didn't call me back, cupcake." He said. "I know. I was—I wasn't awake yet..." She said as he stepped into the house. "Well...maybe we can just get back in bed." He said, kicking the door shut with his foot. He dropped the bag on the ground, reaching down to pick her up.

            While James is not a very tall man...he makes up for it in sheer strength. He leaned forward, their lips meeting. James's kisses are fueled by raw sexual passion. The kind that makes you want to melt. She pulled away from the kiss, threading her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. She leaned her head against the wall with a soft thump. James continued kissing, his plump lips pressing against her throat and leaving gentle wet marks. "I missed you last night..." She said, breathlessly. "You missed me?" He groaned. "God, yes. You're spoiling me." Jade whimpered. His hand slithered upwards, under the soft t-shirt material. His hands were chilled a bit from being outside. Jade let out a soft hiss. "Cold?" He chuckled gently. "A little bit." She murmured. His hand formed around her breast as he let out a shaky sigh. His calloused thumb brushed over the erect bud. "You're lucky that you've got shorts on...or you might be at risk for me taking you right here." "Who says you can't? Just put me down and turn me around." She coerced.