No Strings Attached

Chapter 5 | Decisions

What am I gonna do? What's gotten into me? Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? Where's the cameras? Am I on a reality TV show where they prank the fool?

"Look at me, Blair," Jesse demanded. His emerald eyes bore into mine, then his attention wandered off to explore my facial features. I intently gaze upon Jesse as his eyes twist and turn. He's intently staring at me like if he's hungry.

Why is he asking me? There's plenty of girls at our school ready to get down on their knees. He's a womanizer, a jock. A few days ago, I was just a normal girl who was liking a normal guy. But next thing you know, he's a fuck boy...

Great, totally what I'm searching for in a guy! Not! Yes, he's, no doubt, hot but I'm not going to drop this low for a guy. Especially, for Jesse.

"I don't know if I can," I said quietly. I shiver at Jesse's hand that's made contact with my inner thigh.

Wait... Maybe I should reconsider this. School is almost done, then I'm off to New York's finest university. Maybe I should try something new. Or... Maybe I'm overreacting? But shouldn't I kick this weirdo out of my house? Yes, I should do that... That'll be too rude. Wait, he sorta did that to me before. I'm not sure what I want anymore!

He licks his bottom lip. "Those eyes..." His husky voice says, "your deep brown eyes tell me different."

"You're looking at a reflection."

You're not. You see what I truly want. I want you. You see I'm dying for your words, your touch. Your hand sliding up my thigh. Making its way up. Sliding underneath my underwear.

Ah! What am I thinking?!

"No." He shift closer towards with the wheelie chair that I can feel him breathing onto me. He smells of vanilla but it's like the smell of chocolate vanilla. His scent has a sweet, and welcoming feeling. "I see you, Blair. I see that you want me as bad as I want you..." My breathing hitches.

Ugh! I want him! But it's difficult! He doesn't want me the way I want him. I want to be held in his warm arms, cuddle while watching Netflix, hand holding through the park, laughing together at the best of times, crying together at the worst of times. But he's asking for something that I can't manage for him. He's looking at the wrong girl.

I feel sad, even hurt because I'm am not who he thinks that I might be. I'm not her: his girl.

"Hey," Jesse said in a soothing tone.

I didn't realize that I was looking down at my shiny nails again until he forced me to stand up with him. Our faces are an inch apart, so I'm barely functioning properly; my mind is merging into a trance, my legs are't cooperating because it's uncontrollably shaking, and my breathing is heavy and hard, matching his.

"Just consider it, okay?" I nod. "If you do agree, we won't rush right into it. Trust me."

His eyes wander back to my lips. He's moving closer and closer. I close my eyes, ready to kiss him.

His phone vibrates. We both whip apart with a huge sigh coming from Jesse. He answered his phone with a rough and deep voice, "what do you want, Timothy?" There were deep furrows in his brows.

Timothy? I assume they're still not on good terms because Jesse looks mad, or like if he's ready to kill somebody.

"No... Timothy, later... Okay? Tell Christian I said no," he shouts over the phone causing me to jump out of fright. His expression soften after seeing me scared. "I gotta go." He shoves his phone into his pocket angrily.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing important," he simply said, "I'll text you later." He walks out of my room.