Benefits

Ch.22: Pillowtalk

Pillowtalk- Zayn

"I'm seeing the pain; I'm seeing the pleasure."

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"Honey." My mom calls to me, as she opened my bedroom door on a Sunday evening.

I turn my back away from my book. I'm reading on my phone, "Hey."

"Your father and I are going on a date night, so we won't be back until late."

Great. Another date where they try to "rekindle" there love and fail miserably. Like that hasn't happened before...

"Alright."

Being home alone on weekends would sound appealing for Jake and I... But the only problem is...

Mother Nature took me. Period. Boom.

The constant cramps took hold of me, and I hoped Jake didn't call today.

After our discussion of the incident, he took me home. Well first he kissed me, and my stomach squealed, only for him to continuously frown at himself like what he was doing was wrong. Still confusing...

Hopefully, my period would be gone by Friday for my date with Dawson. I didn't want cramps on my first official date.

My phone goes off in my hand, and Jake's number appears there awaiting for me.

"Hey," I answer.

"Can I come over?" I'm quite surprised he even asked.

"No, I uh... I'm busy."

"Busy doing what?"

Bleeding. "Just stuff."

"Dawn..." His warning tone is coming off. He was so demanding I swear.

"I'm on my period," I say bluntly, there wasn't a need of hiding it. He was going to find out sooner or later. I wasn't the type of girl to think of it as taboo. I mean all girls get it at one point in the month. It shouldn't be talked about like it's a forbidden fruit.

There's a long pause. Then, "Okay bye."

He hangs up.

I look at my phone in shock. Sometimes I have faith that he could be nice for a whole day; then I realize I'm dealing with Jake the asshole.

"Hey."

I snap my head to the window of my bedroom, to see Jake tumbling into my opened window with a bag of food. It had been about 20 minutes since he called me, and here he is taking off his jacket, sitting on my bed like it's nothing.

What the fuck...

"What are you doing here?"

"Um... Eating." He starts eating his chips loudly that was in his bag to emphasize it.

"Because why?"

He chops on the food loudly, still nothing.

Do not fuck with me on my period.

I throw one of my pillows at his face, making his bag of chips fall to the floor. He looks shocked at my actions; his hands still stay in the air as if he's still holding a bag of chips. His glasses are now on the floor next to his chips. Next thing I know he's wincing. He starts rubbing his eyes roughly with his knuckles. "Ow."

"I'm sorry." A crawl to him on my bed feeling guilty suddenly. Instead, he flips me over, so I'm underneath him.

"Just kidding." He grins deviously down at me.