An American Werewolf in London.

Chapter Seventeen

Jackson put the DVD in the player, walking back over to his seat beside Ellie‘s bed. She rubbed her left eye, squeezing it shut. “See if there’s somethin’ in my eye, Jackson.” She said, holding her eyelid open with her fingers. Jackson leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. Ellie smirked and leaned up, placing a long, gentle kiss on Jackson’s lips. Though Jackson was a bit surprised by the feel of her lips on his, he kissed her back, the two of them moving in sync. “Thank you for savin’ me today.” She whispered as she pulled away moments later.  Jackson cleared his throat, shaking his head. “No need to thank me. As far as anyone knows, it was Lola that found you. And we’re going to keep it that way, okay?” He asked, looking into her eyes. He could see that she was confused, though she nodded. He couldn’t tell her what he was doing, as much as he hated keeping everything from her. He couldn’t have her getting hurt again.  She moved over, patting the place she had just been sitting. “Sit in the bed, it’s more comfortable than that old chair.” He looked at her, unsure if he should or not. If X showed up and saw them in bed together, even if they were innocently sitting there, they would be dead. But Jackson didn’t want to make Ellie feel bad. When it came to her, he actually cared about her feelings. Sure he hated to admit it, but she was his weakness. But he couldn’t let her know that. He took his spot beside her, not getting too close. If he started showing her affection other than when they were having sex, he knew she would realize that he genuinely liked her. The first part of the movie, they didn’t even get close to each other. By the end of the movie, Ellie’s head was rested on his shoulder, his head resting against hers. His eyes began to grow heavy, and in moments, he was out like a light. He didn’t wake until he felt a soft pair of lips planting kisses on his neck. He knew those lips from anywhere, the lips he longed for when they weren’t on his. Slowly, he opened his eyes, peering down at the hands that now rested on his abdomen. “What are you doing?” He asked softly, the exhaustion evident in his voice. The kisses began trailing up the side of his neck, just below his ear. “Just so you know, when I get healed, I’m going to give you the best night of your life.” She whispered in his ear. Jackson bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to show his excitement. “You’re going to have to work hard then.” He said, his expression turning into a smirk as he peered at her out of the corner of his eye. She huffed, pulling back from him. “I don’t have to give you anything, you know..” She said, her small hands trailing up the bottom of his shirt. “But you will..” He told her, smirking as she narrowed her eyes at him. He let out a long sigh, placing his hands over her, removing them from their resting position on his abdomen. “I need to tell you something.” He trailed off, looking down as he let her hands fall on the bed. She but her hands together, looking at Jackson. “What is it?” She asked. Jackson shook his head, looking up at her. “I just wanted to tell you that if you see me touching Lola, acting like we’re a couple, it’s nothing. Just putting on a show, okay?” He asked, looking into her eyes. She looked a bit taken back. “What?” She asked silently, shaking her head. After a moment of silence she cleared her throat, sitting up confidently. “Well why is it just a show?” She asked, standing up from the bed. “Why don’t you two just become a couple, hm? It’d be cute.” As she talked, she began walking around the room. “Ellie, please sit down. You’re still not okay..” He told her, standing up from the bed, moving in front of her. She looked up at him, her hands crossed in front of her chest. “I’m fine, Jackson. You don’t need to worry about me, okay? We’re just friends. We hooked up once, but it’s nothing. It meant nothing. Just two people satisfying their needs. I don’t mind you being with her, honest.” She said, smiling up at Jackson. Damn, that girl put up a good act. But what if she wasn’t acting? What if it had really just been sex to her? He rubbed the back of his neck, nodding once. “You’re right. It was just sex.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Ellie nodded, grabbing the bowl from her night stand. “You know, you should probably go home. It’s startin’ to get dark out, you should probably head home.” She told him as she walked out of the bedroom. An inaudible sigh escaped his lips. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do at this point, but he knew he had to. “Yeah, I should get out of here. I’ll see you, Ellie.” He told her, turning towards the front door. “See ya around, Jackson.” He heard her voice begin to fade as they both walked in opposite directions. He exited the flat, making sure not to slam the door like he wanted to. He didn’t want to cause a scene. He began to walk down the crowded streets, going wherever his feet led him. All he could see was Ellie. The way she looked during every moment they had spent together, her laugh, her eyes, the way her lips felt on his. But what killed him; the fact that it didn’t mean a thing to her. When he finally snapped back to reality, he was standing at the edge of a lake. He looked around, not really surprised to see that there was nobody else there. He spotted a tree at the edge of the water, making his way over to it. He leaned back against the tree, slowly sliding down it. Unlike just hours before, Jackson felt like a piece of him missing. He had never had a broken heart before, but if this was what it felt like, he would do anything to make it stop.