Breathless

Chapter 14: You guys are made for each other

***Author's note***

Yes, the winner is SellYourSoulXxX! I loved your comment about! "stick that in your juice box and suck it." I loved that. So this chapter is deticated to you :D 

The contest continues. Best comment gets the next chapter deticated to them :D On with the story!

____________________________________________________________________

“Uh oh, middle name. This is bad.” Sam immediately tried to back off but I kept a firm grip on his waist. I didn’t want him to get in trouble but I was sure Adam wouldn’t do anything to him…right?

“What is it to you, Winchester?” I seethed.

“Sam, take one giant step away from her or I will do it for you.” His voice was quiet and deadly. Sam gave me an apologetic look and did as he was told. Adam walked right to me and even though fear surged through my veins, I stood my ground.

“Take off that shirt and put this back on.” He said and handed me the plaid shirt. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Jealous, are we?” I asked but it didn’t faze him at all.

“You are not allowed to wear any guy’s shirt other than mine, am I clear?” his voice held so much authority that it scared me even more.

“Who are you to tell me that? You don’t own me and you aren’t my boyfriend. So I can wear who’s ever shirt I want to and there isn’t a thing you can do, my dear.” I smiled at him deviously, loving the affect it was having on him. His nostrils flared at my comment and he sighed.

“Autumn, just do that I said.” His voice was a bit tired so I decided to just give him that. I reached down to pull the shirt off when Adam held up a hand to stop me.

“Sam, turn the fuck around.” He shot in Sam’s direction and the turned back to me. “No guy gets to look at you like that other than me.”

I pulled Sam’s shirt off and handed it to Adam who threw it at Sam’s head. Then, he handed me the plaid shirt and I quickly pulled it on.

“Does that mean we’re together?” I asked as I buttoned it up and hoped that maybe the answer was yes.

“No.” he said with a teasing smirk. My mouth dropped. How dare he act like I was his girlfriend but still deny me?

“What the hell? If that’s how it is, I don’t want this shirt. Sam hand me yours.” I said and started to undo the buttons when suddenly, Adam grabbed me by the shirt and pulled right up to his face; our faces, just inches away. There was a huge smirk on his face.

“That is not fucking happening. That shirt is staying on you. I’ll rip up Sam’s shirt if I have to.”

“I’ll just find another shirt. I bet Sam has plenty, right Sam?” I said and turned to him.

“I have no comments.” He said with his back still to us.

“I’ll rip up every shirt on this planet if that’s what it takes.” His face was inches from mine.

“Then I’ll just wear the ripped pieces. I bet a lot of guys would like seeing what you want to keep hidden, Adam.” I seethed. I knew I sounded like a down right whore but I needed to get him jealous. As for the ripped shirt, I’d never ever wear one out in public to attract guys. I had something called self-respect. Adam growled menacingly as he thought about it and then he dropped me.

“You are wearing my shirt.” His tone told me he was serious and no longer wanted to fight with me. “Sam, take her to her room.” He said and turned to walk away.