ARE YOU WORTH IT (intersex)

7

~ {Jones POV} ~

I walked into my kitchen and took a glass out the cupboard and a bottle of wine off the rack, I filled the glass as I paced back and forth. Taking sips every time, I turned around to walk in the other direction. I can't seem to figure You out. I see it in your eyes how much you desire me but what good will it do if i did act on it. If I gave you what you wanted. This is deeper than just sex. you're a virgin for crying out loud. On top of the things about me, about my past that can never be forgiven. I could hear the door knob turning followed by the sound of heels.

I kept my back facing toward her.

"Well, You're home early" she speaks as she brushes past me.

I glared at her taking a sip from my glass. I watched her movement. She set down her keys in a bowl meant for the sole purpose of keys. There are so many expensive meaningless things all over this house. The house itself has five bedrooms and a five car garage.

How I miss when times were simpler.

"How was work? Have you been settling in okay?" she asked, approaching me with a hug and a kiss.

"Work is work. Hopefully you can let us stay long enough for me to get settled in this time." she pulled out of the unaffectionate hug I gave her with a fierceful look in her eyes. She rubbed my shirt, wiping the imaginary dust off my shoulders.

"Don't be foolish honey, you know you're the reason we had to leave the last time." she leaned in for another hug but a forceful hug this time. "You didn't do anything to jeopardize our time here, have you?" i took another sip of my wine slightly pushing her away.

"Of course not." A cold silence fell flat on the surface as we stared into each other's eyes. Hate filled my eyes, but I was good at masking it.

Her eyes fell to the cup I held. "You're back drinking again I see." I double looked at my hand, unable to find words for my addictive habit. "you must've had a long day, how about you get undressed and meet me in the bathroom for a quick shower."

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        ~{Steph Pov} ~

The thought of her crossed my mind again.

Why?

When she's clearly proven that she's emotionally unavailable, when she's proven to me that she doesn't want me. Why is it that even after making me feel less about myself, I still can't seem to shake her from my mind.  

"Everyone pick a partner" the muffled voice of the professor came clear. Shit shit shit I did it again. I looked around as people gathered in personal groups. everyone had already picked their partner. I felt a light tap on my shoulder causing me to jump out of my thoughts once again.

I could hear her chuckling "easy, easy. I didn't mean to scare you"  I slightly chuckled, laughing at myself. "You wanna partner up?" she asked.

"Sure" I looked around the room to make sure there weren't any more options.

she turned around grabbing her things and headed for the door. "Come on,"

I got up from my seat confused, " where are we going?"

She laughs "you clearly don't pay attention in class."

"And what are your grades like?" I shoot back.

"Ouchh" she says, turning around to face me pushing her back to open the door. I gave a bitchy smile walking through as she held the door for me.

"Not everyone is as smart as you Steph" I glanced at her confused as to how she knew my name

"I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorr-"

"It's cool, I never really had good grades to begin with" it got silent. I didn't know how to respond, my grades are everything. I didn't grow up with much so my grades were the only thing I could depend on to get me far in life.

"What's your name?" I ask, breaking the awkward silence.

"Cash"

"Oh?. that's a really pretty name.."

She shot me a glance with a grin "You don't have to lie"

I released a sigh "Ok. ok it isn't that pretty" she glanced back at me again with a smile as we walked through another set of doors to the school library. I followed her to a table where we dropped our bags to sit. She sat across the table from me leaning in like we were distributing some kind of classified information.

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After we did our research we made our way back to class,

"No way! What the hell are you doing here then" I asked,

"My parents are dicks, they think I'm irresponsible. So they cut me off, For some reason They think this will teach me how to be more responsible. More independent."

"Wow" was all I could say. Either she's lying or something isn't adding up. people go to school just to get the career to get the kind of money she's claiming to have. Why would her rich parents put her through this to teach her some kind of lesson?.  Responsibility was taught growing up not as a full adult.

"Miss Caine" I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me. Me and cash both turned around. It was her. Her dark eyes sent chills up my back. I forgot what it felt like to be stared at with such an intense stare. I was so taken back by her presence that I couldn't muster up any words to speak, realizing I haven't thought about her in over an hour. My nerves began to attack me, a shit load of thoughts of her came flooding back but most importantly The memory of her words and how it made me feel came back.

"Can I please see you in my office?" She spoke in a desperate tone. Cash turned to look at me confused. I think she could sense the tension.

"I'll uh, catch you later cash" I mumbled. She nodded with a look of worry before walking away. I turned to face her as she stood at her office door gesturing her hand for me to walk inside.

big changes to this book!! until the next one. xoxo