FATE and FURY

The bedroom

This chapter will have two parts to it, please be aware of any cut-offs, thank you :)

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As Jalon reaches his room, he hears noises behind his door. "Help! someone help me!" Strea screams out, he rushes towards the door, and pushes it open to see a drunk Strea screaming at the mirror, he shakes his head and lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding. 

"Astrea?" Jalon says confused walking into his room, and closing the door behind him. "Jalon, Jalon, she looks like me, I'm scared," Strea says walking up to him, standing behind as best as she can. "Strea, you're drunk, why aren't you sleeping, as I told you to?" Jalon says, sighing as he turns around to face her. 

"Cause I don't want to sleep, duh," Strea says looking at him with an annoyed look on her face. "Okay, well sit on the bed before you hurt yourself," Jalon suggests. 

"Fine," she says.  

They both go and sit on the bed and Jalon goes to lie down on one side of the bed looking at the ceiling with his hands on his lower stomach,  as he lies there Strea watches him before lying down on her side, holding her head in her hand watching him.

"What," Jalon says bluntly, noticing her watching him in his peripheral vision. "Nothing, you just seem interesting," She says still watching him.

 He turns on his side, holding his head in his hand, watching her, "What's interesting about me?" Jalon says smirking. "The fact that you think you could ever get with me," Strea says looking him in the eye, as she smirks back. 

He stops smirking, and sits up, facing away from her. "What's your problem with me?" Jalon says now facing her with an annoyed look on his face. "I have no problem with you,  I just know what guys like you want," Strea says sitting up to look at him, leaning on her arm as she does that. 

"Guys like me? you don't even know me," Jalon says getting up from the bed, more annoyed than before. 

"I don't have to know you, to know how you are, and how you act Jalon," Strea says squinting at him as she turns herself fully to look at him, while she still sits on the bed.

"And how am I? Strea," Jalon says looking at her with a look that is indescribable. 

"You are the type of guy, that likes to sweet up the new toy in school just so you can get in their pants. The type of person that sleeps with someone and kicks that person out right after with no thoughts on how they're going to get home, and if they're okay. The type of person that everyone falls for but in the end always gets their heart broken by you. That's how you are Jalon," Strea says as she gets off the bed and stands in front of him, looking him right in the eyes as she speaks. 

"And what are you basing this on? the fact that I forgot your name? or the fact that every one of your friends eye-fuck me?" Jalon says bluntly standing close to her, with a smirk sitting on his face. 

She looks at him taken aback by his sudden bluntness. "You don't know me Astrea," Jalon says as his face goes to an unreadable expression. 

"Well then, let me get to know you," Strea says looking at him, with an expression that could only be read as lust.

"You're drunk Strea, go lie down," Jalon says snapping out of a trance, and stepping back from her.

"You're-you're right, I'm feeling a little tired now, I'm gonna go and sleep," She says, snapping out of her lustful trance, stammering embarrassingly towards the bed. 

Jalon, watches her get in the bed, goes under the blanket, and walks towards the door, going back out to the party to get his brain off a certain brown-skinned woman.  "Jalon," Strea says as she watches him at the door. 

"What?" Jalon asks looking back at her. "Could you stay with me? someone came in here before when I was drifting off and they kind of scared me, I don't want to be in here alone," Strea said looking at him with a scared look in her eyes. 

Jalon looks at her with a questionable look. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," Strea says defensively. 

"Move over," Jalon says walking towards her. "What?" Strea says confused.

"Move over, my room gets cold," Jalon says, taking his shoes and pants off.  "wh-why are you taking off your pants?" Strea looks at him, even more confused. 

"It's my room, and I don't enjoy wearing jeans to bed". He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

If Strea wasn't black, she was sure a red tint would show up on her face easily. 

"Jalon, want to play a game?" Strea says, looking at him the best she can with the moonlight shining in the room.

"Depends on the game," He responds back looking at her as her brown eyes shine in the moonlight.

"20 questions, and if one of us doesn't answer the question, I have to do something for you tomorrow or you have to do something for me," Strea says with amusement in her eyes

"Fine let's play," Jalon says matching that amusement