Before, After.

Seven.

"Everytime i see you you've got your nose shoved up one of them books." Jon laughed making me jump.

It had been a few hours since I got home, with Jon still not back I began one of my books. Little did I know he would waltz in scaring me half to death.

"And everytime i see you you've got one of them cigarettes in your hand." I jokingly stuck my tongue out.

With a thud Jon sat beside me wearing a genuine smile.

"What're you reading?"

I blushed a bit, "Romeo and Juliet."

Jon narrowed his eyes at me while grabbing the book. I watched him carefully as he examined it carefully. It's like it was a completely different world to him. It was funny to see him so curious.

Suprisingly Jon questioned, "This the one where they commit suicide for each other or some shit?"

I smiled, "very good!"

"Shouldn't you have read this in like 9th grade? Why are you reading it now?"

"It's a classic. I could read it over an over again without getting tired of it."

He tossed the book on the coffee table and turned to me, "Beautiful. Really is, but we've got better shit to do."

It was my turn to narrow my eyes at him, "like what?"

He smirked, oh god. Moving closer I felt the familiar feel of his hot breath on my neck. A feeling I wasn't quite used to but was growing pretty found of. I know I squirmed, and it must be awkward for Jon. But for some reason he keeps going.

Being the little virgin I am I try to keep up. My lips connect with his and my hands brush under his shirt. I wonder if he can tell I've never done this? I really need some guidance..

"Wow." He gasps pulling away.

Instantly, I become self conscious.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" My cheeks have to be beat red by now.

I feel Jon's forehead against mine as he chuckles, "Of course not! You're getting so much better at that. I'm proud."

And I thought I couldn't blush harder. "Thanks."

"Don't act awkward. Look at me," I look up, "You're gorgeous. I just wish you'd be as comfortable in your skin as you should be."

"I'll work on it."

Right as the words roll off my tongue I push my lips on Jon's without any hesitation, trying to be as confident as i could.

Apparently it wasn't too bad because Jon grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His hands roamed my body from my thighs to my chest and everything in between. My breathing began to get heavy as Jon guided one of my hands to his crotch, feeling the tight material against him.

"Feel that," Jon spoke on my lips, "that's what you do to me."

This warm sensation flooded my stomach that cause my hips to brush forward. Jon apparently liked that because he let out a breathy groan, encouraging me to do it again.

"Crys, stop." He sighed out.

My movements stopped immediately. Jon lifted me and set me on the couch while he stood. I bit my thumbnail as he paced my floor with his hand on his forehead.

"D-did I do something, wrong?" I asked quietly.

Jon chuckled rudely, "You don't fucking get it do you?!"

He picked up the glass bowl filled with mints on the table and threw it against the wall causing me to jump slightly. I watched as he stormed to the kitchen. At first I voted against it but I slowly found my way in there.

Jon was standing in front on the counter looking at the ground while he took deep breaths.

"What just happened?" I squeaked trying to hold back tears.

"Goddammit Crystal, you drive me fucking insane! I want you so bad but I want you to be more than this life. I want you to be better than me, because I know you are!"

Taking a few strides closer to Jon I felt my breath hitch, "you don't get to make those decisions, Jon.."

"You're damn stupid Crys you know that? I'm no good." He walked further away from me, "Every time I look at you I just want to push you against the wall and make you mine but-"

"Then do it!"

He turned around real qiuck.

"I'm not stopping you."

He stared at me for a few seconds before began walking towards me qiuckly, whispering, "fuck it."

-tye♡