Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter twenty four

He stared at me with wide eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around the room. I was studying for a test tomorrow and he was staring at me like I had something on my face. I simply shrugged and returned to my textbook. I started to tap my pencil on the desk and tried to read the words but I felt his burning gaze on the back of my head. I sighed loudly and closed the book.

"What?" I said dully and looked back at him.

He came out of his day dream and pointed to my head. "Your hair...You actually cut it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I didn't think you would noticed." I had cut my afro and kept the back smooth. I didn't cut off everything though. I still needed to have some hair. Bald doesn't look good on me. Pierce's green eyes stared profoundly at me. I became a bit uncomfortable under his stare.

"It's just hair," I told him. I didn't see the big deal. It will soon grow back and I may or may not cut it again.

"You look...hot," he said, his voice was a bit low.

I quickly turned away and returned back to tapping my pencil. I didn't want him to see the smile I had on my face. "Does that mean I wasn't hot before?"

I looked back at him and my eyes widened when he wasn't sitting anymore. He was in front of me, too close to me. I couldn't look away from his enchanting eyes.

"Pierce," I whispered. His eyes became dark and I felt conflicted. What was he going to do? I don't know. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, he never did, but what if he was like Easton?

I shut my eyes tightly and mumbled, "shit."

"What's wrong?"

I peeked and saw Pierce standing in front of me but not too close. I mentally sighed and opened my eyes. Shaking my head, I went back to work and from then on the room became tense. Pierce didn't say or ask anything as I studied for my test. I wanted him to say something but I wasn't in the talking mood. Maybe it was because I wanted to hear his voice or tell me how much he missed me.

"I miss you too, Jas."

"It's only you I want, Jasper."

"You don't have to worry about a thing. I care and worry about you. A lot."

"Fuck it."

Before I could ask Pierce what was wrong, the chair I was sitting on turned around and my lips landed on something that was slightly chapped but soft. I raised my hands to push him away but I relaxed when he held my cheeks gently and pressed his lips on mine. His hands slowly went to my cheeks to the hem of my shirt. We pulled away to take off my shirt and resumed to kissing. We did it again when it was Pierce's turn.

His callous hands rubbed the back of my neck and then to my chest. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did. I roughly grabbed the front of his jeans and pulled him close to me. I quickly took off his jeans, leaving his boxers on, and continued our make out session. He breathed heavily as I stood up and ran my fingers though his hair.

"Jasper," he said slowly when we took a breath. I didn't think what I was doing. All I knew that I like him and I wanted to do this with him. "Are you sure?"

My heart thumped at the question. His green eyes searched mine for conformation and nodded. His hands slowly trailed to my chest to the front of my jeans and my breath hitched. "Just relax. I got you."

He got me and I got him. Or so I thought.

"It's my fault. I should have listened."

"None of this is your fault."