Pained | Valeska

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"your mom's a psychotic bitch" / jerome

The way her body felt under the skin of my hands, as if it was carefully constructed only for me, made me almost consider on making this more than what it was - a small act of entertainment while we were in Gotham City.

Almost.

I gripped onto her hips and slightly pushed her body off of mine, her legs still on either side of me as she looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows while her breathing becoming steady again filled the air.

Glancing over the medium-sized bloodied line on her cheek where a piece of Lyla's broken beer bottle hit her when she threw it, I grinned at the sight as I remembered her words on the whole ordeal; "Not the worst I've had to endure." and "You're mom's a psychotic bitch." being my favorites.

"I think you should go." I told her, unwillingly removing my hands from her body as I happily stared up at her. I intertwined my fingers and folded my arms behind my head, propping my head up on Lyla's pillow underneath Jasmine's half dressed body.

"What?" Jasmine asked, a hint of anger laced in between each letter that fell of her tongue. "You can't be serious."

She slowly shook her head at the melodramatic scene, almost as if it was ripped from some cliche high school movie, playing out in front of her; Even though, she's the one who was hesitant about making out at first when I pitched the idea.

"I'm being serious." I calmly assured her as she crawled off of me and got off of the bed, shamelessly heading over to where the pile of her clothes were so she could throw them back on; the whole ordeal becoming amusing from my seat on the bed.

"Did I..." Her sad words trailed off with her bare back turned to me as she slipped on her shirt, covering herself up more and more with each article of clothing she put back on. "Did I do something?"

My mind considered the possible uses I could have for her, whether it was just pleasure or an actual relationship, but not knowing exactly who she was made the selection of choices extremely small. The latter would probably never occur though, by my choice of course.

So, might as well go with neither.

"It's just that," I faked nervousness, pausing mid sentence to turn my head away from her as if speaking these words actually made me feel shy. "We're leaving in a few days and if we keep going, I might actually end up getting attached to you. Y'know?"

I expected tears welling up in her eyes, sad eyes being directed at me for feigning attachment issues, or even her throwing herself back at me in a sexual way. Yet, she gave me none of that.

Instead, she looked over at me with angry eyes from where she stood and crossed her arms against her chest. "Bullshit."

She didn't even give me time to speak before she stormed out of the trailer, loudly slamming the metal door behind her. She should be glad that the show was still going on or one of those Grayson dicks would've surely tried to get the whole story out of her.

Whether it was my lack of plans for the night or just my curiosity was unknown, but nonetheless, I followed her outside into the empty space between all the trailers.

"Don't touch me." Jasmine spat when my fingers curled around her upper arm in an attempt to stop her childish act, causing her to stop mid step.

"Hey, hey." I quickly took my hand away as she whipped around, coming face to face with me; the whites of her eyes stained a light red shade. "Calm down."

"If you were just going to kick me out, then why rip up my ticket and leave me with nothing to do and no idea where to go?" Jasmine demanded, letting a bit of her disappointment show through. "You could have just said you weren't interested."

"You're a beautiful girl, Jasmine." I let out a breath as I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head in mock disappointment at the scene. "Hell, you could be extremely interesting for all I know, but I'm leaving town at the end of the week and I can't take you with me."

"Okay, alright." Her head moved up and down in approval of my answer. "Don't touch me." She repeated when she felt my hand land on her shoulder in what was supposed to be a comforting way. Can't blame a guy for trying, right?

Instead of staying around to discuss what happened, she started walking off again.

"Wait." I called out to her when I saw her start walking away and towards the exit of the trailer lot, her hair swaying from side to side with each step she took.

Not even bothering to fully turn around, she looked at me over her shoulder with one eyebrow raised at the sight of me.

"Come over tomorrow?"