Precious (Justin Bieber as Jason McCann)

Chapter 8 - Don't hurt her

  

Christine’s P.O.V

I leaned myself up against the lockers. The others were still going to lace their ballerina shoes. They talked, laughed. But not me. I simply could’nt get him out of my head. Jason. He was there every time I closed my eyes. Isn’t it f*cking annoying? Sorry, I don’t usually swear. But seriously. I must be crazy. Jason doesn’t even want me. Or maybe he does? I wish I could read his mind.

Jason’s P.O.V

 

I woke up, by the light shining through the window. It might be quite late by now, since it was light. After all it was November now. Yawning, I slapped my hand over my iPhone. 12:56 p.m. F*cking sh*t time. Couldn’t the time not just stop? Or at least, just stop sometimes. Or if you had a remote so you could pause it sometimes. You know, so you pause and save the best memories in your life? Forever. Not that I really had any good memories. Maybe when Mason had hired several strippers for my 17 years birthday. I smiled to myself. Never in my life had I f*cked so much pvssy in just one night. He should have hired Christine. Oh f*ck yes. Christine dancing all night long, just for me. Grinding up against my c0ck, wanting to make me hard, so I could please her from all her sexual frustrations. I lowly moaned down into my pillow. She probably didn’t want to have sex with me. But if I want to, she doesn’t have a f*cking choice. I knew that it wouldn’t make her like me either, if I raped her. Quite the reverse. She would hate me for life time. But ugh, it was so tempting to just do it. Especially yesterday. In matters of seconds, yesterday's memories came back.

----------------------Flashback------------------

I carefully laid Christine down on the white window mattress. F*ck, I just wanted to lie down next to her and hold her in my arms. But I knew I could’nt control myself if I did. I would hurt her. Although, I would enjoy it, it was not worth it. But it was so tempting. Maybe I should just do it? Like Nike always tell us to? The ideas were flying around. All my sexual thoughts as well. Maybe she would like it? No, that would indeed be forced. Moreover, her parents were probably next-door, and I prefer to be loud when I f*ck. I leaned down and quickly kissed her on the neck, before I would get tempted to do something more. She sighed deeply as my lips softly hit her skin. Oh God, Christine, don’t moan to me. I wanted to whisper in her ear. But I didn’t know what. She made ​​me speechless. And I loved it. I put my hands in my pockets and walked over to my Ducati.

"Keep walking, keep walking." I muttered to myself. If I didn’t strained myself, I'd run back and take her home to me. Where we could be loud.

"Jason?" I jumped a little when Christine's voice suddenly was heard from behind. Do you want me to rape you or what?

I turned around and saw her looking uneasily out the window and over at me. She looked desperately at me, wanting me to come over to her. I walked with heavy steps back towards the window, and looked at her in surprise. I wonder what she wanted? When I was almost at the window, she stretched out her arms. She wanted me to hug her. How the f*ck do you give someone a hug? I think it's about 5 years since I last got or gave a hug. At first, I just wanted to shoot her head off. Was she making fun of me? My stomach constricted. But then I looked into her green eyes, and everything else disappeared. Of course I had to hug her. I leaned toward her and took my arms around her small body. And in the second, my entire body relaxed. I let out a sigh of relief, as if a burden off my shoulders were caught. It was like to smoke weed; Everything was just nice and relaxing. Christine laid her cheek against my shoulder, and took her arms around my neck. Although we had only known each other for a short time, it felt like I always had known her. We stood like that for a while - I wouldn’t mind if we had been standing like that forever. Her inside with a caring and loving family, and me, out in the cold, alone and miserable. I inhaled her sweet perfume. God, it would be hard to let her go. But it wouldn’t be for real. I would find her again. Christine slowly raised her head, and let her soft lips stroke my ear before she whispered,