Wild Thing

Playing With Fire

I jumped at the sound of a knock at the door. I got up and looked through the peep hole to see Taylor. I opened the door.

"Hey." I said.

"Wassup, sexy?" he asked.

His black eye was just starting to go away.

We walked over to the couch. I sat down and Taylor scooted close to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"So, why'd you call me over?" he asked, breathing down my neck.

"No reason." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"What time will your brother be back?" he asked, kissing down my neck.

"A few hours." I said, leaning my head back.

"Sweet."

I put my hand at the back of his head and arched my back as he ran kisses down my chest and pulled up my shirt. I wrapped my hands around his waste as he pulled me underneath him. His torso was pressed into mine. He kissed me hard and pulled my shirt up over my arms. I pressed my hands against his chest and started pulling his shirt up.

"Jada, you are so fucking hot." he mumbled into my mouth. 

He unzipped my pants and yanked them down. He started thrusting his hips against me as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

I breathed heavily into his ear. Of course the only thing on my mind was Cameron. I craved his touch so much. The only thing that distracted me was Taylor's rough kisses down my neck. I pulled his ear up to my face.

"I want you." I whispered.

"Whatever you want, baby." he whispered back as he pushed his hand into my underwear. He yanked them down seconds later as I pulled off his boxers. The next thing I knew Taylor was thrusting into me as I sat emotionless. I felt like screaming Cameron's name. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed heavily into Taylor's mouth as he thrusted against me until he finished and pulled out, laying across my chest. 

"Wow, Jada. That was really fuckin hot." he said.

I layed there, still completely emotionless. I let a mintue pass before I pushed Taylor off me and stood up and reached for my clothes beside the couch.

"You should get going." I said.

"You're kidding right?" he asked, playfully punching me in the arm.

"No. I'm not." I said, looking at him in the eye. 

"Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to spend the day with me. We could go walking along the boardwalk or something." he said, looking around for his shirt.

I handed it to him and smiled.

"I'm not that kind of girl." I said.

"Not what kind of girl?"

"A daytime -shopping-date kind of girl." I said.

"Oh, I should've known." He said, pulling his shirt over his head. "You wanna do something else then?"

"Like what?" I said, putting on my pants one leg at a time.

"Anything. I just wanna be around you." he said as he stood up to pull his pants on.

"Taylor, I'm sorry, but I don't know if I'm up for a date right now." I said finally putting my shirt on.

"But we are dating, aren't we?" he asked, sitting back down and staring at me.

"I don't want a boyfriend right now, Taylor." I said, not looking at him.

"Bullshit." he whispered, leaning close to me.

"Excuse me?"

"That is such bullshit!" he raised his voice.

"Don't yell at me like that." I said, still not looking at me.

There was a pause as silence filled the air. Taylor continued to look at me as I continued to look away.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want Cameron." he finally said.

I didn't answer. I just ran my hand through my hair.

"Fuck you." he muttered under his breathe.

I turned to him and practically jumped off the couch.

"News flash, Taylor. You already did!" I yelled.

"Wow, so defensive. Should I go get my tennis racket so that I can hit your flamming tennis balls." he jumped up off the couch.

"What the fuck does that even mean?!" I yelled back.

"Nevermind. Just don't ever bother calling me again." He started to walk away.

"Taylor, wait-" I started to say but he turned around and cut me off.

"I'm not waiting around." he said, his voice now low. "Can't you fucking see?" 

"See what?" I asked, walking closer to him.

He didn't say a word. 

"Nevermind." he finally said, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking at the floor. "I'm a fucking mess." 

"No, you're not." he said, walking close to me and grabbing my hand.

"If you haven't noticed I'm just screwing up everybody's life."

"No you're not." he said.

I let out a sigh and shrugged.

"Oh god, Jada." he said. "Please tell me you haven't seen him since that night."

"I can't be around Cameron anymore. I need to keep myself away from him." 

"Is that you speaking, or Penny?" he asked.

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"She's so jealous of you." he said.

"How would you know that?" I asked.

"C'mon, Jada. It's obvious. She hates the way Cameron looks at you and the way you look at him. Plus the fact that you're that beautiful, kills her." he said.

"None of that's true."

"Really? That's what you think?" he said. 

"I am way too fucked up to have someone be jealous of me."

"Whatever." he said. And with that he turned away from me and walked out the door.

As soon as the door shut behind him I sat down on the couch. 

"What the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself.