The Assassins Kill

Chapter 21- Soaked.

!!!SMUT WARNING!!!

Don't blame me- Taylor Swift
Stargazing- the neighborhood
Mrs. Magic- Strawberry Guy
Green green dress- Andrew Garfield

*Jades Pov*

"You made me feel... you make me feel. I want you to stop, I need you to stop," I whisper, my throat is tight and my heart feels heavy.

"What does that even mean?" He asks. I know that I'm being stubborn, but if he knew why-- everything would be different.

"Why are you here Julian?" I question, squinting my eyes and looking up at his tall figure.

"It's your birthday and you've been moping around all night. Why wouldn't I follow you?" He says, tilting his head to the side.

Maybe he followed you because he has feelings for you.

No he doesn't, he probably would've fucked that girl tonight if I hadn't run out here.

"All you've done all night is fucking flirt with some Barbie who wants to get in your pants! It's my birthday for gods sake!" I shout, letting my anger take over.

"Why does it fucking matter!?" He yells back, slicing his hands through the air.

"Because you fucking mat-" I cut myself off, "It doesn't. Forget it." My heart drops and I look at the ground, knowing that if I look at his eyes--I'll fall right back in.

"This is fucking ridiculous Jade! Stop. Shutting. Me. Out." He demands. I look up, regretting it as soon as I make eye-contact. I take deep breath, and exhale, trying to hold back from telling him how i really feel.

How do you feel? Are you angry, or sad, or horny?

...What?

I'm just saying, you hated him the minute you met him. You need to decide if you like him or despise him Jade.

I don't like him.

Or be in denial again. That's cool too.

"I never let you in, in the first place. You fucking forced your way in there." I grit my teeth together, and take a step toward him.

"How." He smirks, and takes a step closer but I ignore it.

"Because you get in my head! I don't know how, or when, or why, but all I know is your all I think about and it's driving me fucking crazy. Yet I can't stay away from you...literally! It's all your fault!" I scream, digging my nails into my palms and squeezing my eyes shut. He's quiet for a moment then responds.

"How the fuck is that my fault? You're a selfish little brat, who has a problem 90 percent of the time, and you don't give one fuck about anyone around you! I'm so fucking sick of you!" He shouts. I look up at him, feeling my heart rate pick up. I pick up a handful of tiny rocks on from the ground, and look back at him.

"Every fucking job.." I throw a pebble at him. "Every fucking job I've ever had.." Another pebble. "Always went perfectly! They always came out safe! And I got praised! I'm the best fucking a-" I immediately shut my mouth, almost blowing my cover. "..I'm the best fucking bodyguard in the business! And you come along! A.K.A the most unprofessional boss I've ever had! And try to seduce me or get into my head instead of letting me do my fucking job! Wouldn't you rather survive then die just because you distracted the only fucker who's trying  to protect you?" I glare at him, throwing a slightly bigger rock at him, hitting directly in the center of his forehead. He doesn't flinch, just continues to stare at me.