lose yourself ↠ jb

Rainy days

*Too Good - Drake ft. Rihanna*

Ashlynn

I rolled over in bed and felt around for my phone.

Pulling it out from under the pillow, I checked the time.

8:26.

I groaned and got out of bed.

"I fucking hate Mondays,"

I thought to myself.

It wasn't necessarily the day that I hated, it was more the events that occur on this cursed day we call Monday.

The thunder bellowed outside, followed by a crack of lightning and more rain.

I brushed my hair into a ponytail and yes, I did brush my teeth.

I groggily walked out of my room and into the kitchen.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

Jack said, staring me down.

It was the type of stare that a pervert gives you when they're picturing you completely nude.

Typical Jack.

"Why aren't you in class?"

I said whining.

A devilish grin appeared on his face.

"My classes were cancelled."

"Why?"

"Goddamn woman you have so many questions! My teacher, who teaches all of my classes is sick and we didn't have enough time to get a sub."

I lifted my head up and looked behind him.

No Dylan, no Danielle.

Fuck.

I was left in this dorm room, well, more of an apartment with Jack for a whole day.

"Do whatever you want, just don't bother me."

He smirked and watched me get popcorn and cookies down from the cabinet.

"And what will you be doing?"

"Watching American Horror Story."

"I love that show! I'll go get some coffee and donuts."

I opened my mouth to oppose, then closed it.

For the first time, Jack wasn't being a complete pain in the ass, and he was offering me coffee.

Win win, right?

"Coffee and donuts? What are we cops?"

He laughed and walked closer towards me.

"No, but if you misbehave, I'll have to take you down to my station."

I clutched the knobs of the stove to support my body, which was currently going weak under Jack's touch.

His arm slipped around my waist like a snake and squeezed.

I arched my back, not knowing what else to do.

"Put on something cute while I'm gone, okay?"

I nodded quickly, my body yearning for more "physical" contact.

He smiled and planted a tiny, but cute kiss on my forehead before walking out the door.

I locked it behind him and sunk to the ground.