[JAY'S PROV]
Bang! Bang! Bang! Came a sound on my closed door. I groaned, I didn't want to get up.
"What?" I yelled at whoever was trying to kill my door.
"Get your ass up!" yelled Valentine's little sister. What's her name again? Daisy? Eh, close enough.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I groggily sat up in my bed and ran a hand through my hair. Fuck, I'm tired.
Last night's events came rushing back to me, pegging people, telling Val why I was disowned and then the memory that bought a smile to my face was of her lap dancing for me. A lot of girls had done them for me before, but hers was probably one of the best, even for a first timer.
I sighed, getting out of the comfortable bed and getting changed. I walked out of my room, seeing Valentine already ready and eating breakfast.
"Morning," I muttered as I sat down and rested my head in my hands. She glanced at me, glaring again. And we're back to our old ways. Her hating me while I try to get the one girl I can't.
I'll get her eventually, last night was progress. Cause she's like every girl, they all fall eventually. They sleep with me and then, I know I should keep them and not toss them aside the way I do, but none of them interest me. They're all dull and the same, thinking they can change me. Soon Val will too, but did I really want her to think that?
Of course I did, stupid question. She's nothing to me but a game.
[VALENTINE'S PROV]
'Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone, don't you think I was too young to be messed with, the girl in the dress cried the whole way home. I should have known.' I listened to the lyrics of 'Dear John' by Taylor Swift. At least, I thought I was listening because then Jay spoke up.
"Nice singing," teased Jay, I rolled my eyes. I can't believe he made me drink so I could do that for him, even if it was only one drink. It was my first time and clouded my judgement.
I ignored him, and kept looking out the window. I'm not every freaking girl. 'You are an expert and sorry and keeping lines buried, never impressed by me acing your test. All the girls that you run dry, with tired lifeless eyes, cause you burned them out. And I took your matches before fire could catch me so don't look now.' The song continued, and it kept relating more and more to him.
Sienna's car came to a stop, he decided to ride with us again today, don't know why. How his motorbike ended up here was beyond me but it was like he got a friend to drive it here in the afternoon or some shit, because it can't just appear.
I took my headphones out of my ears and shoved them in my bag. Sienna got out, but before I could open my door, Jay yanked me to him. Sienna started walking off to her group, and I was in her stupid car with Jay.
"What?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Why you pissed, doll face?" he asked. Was he really that thick? I knew what he did to me, is he stupid to think I don't know?
"You fucking got me drunk and made me do that to you."
"Honey, that was so not drunk...although I suppose it was you first time. Oh well. Three beers isn't that bad and you were the one who wanted to prove what you could do, not me." AH! SCREW LOGIC! Now he chooses to use the empty space in his head. I knew he was right though, I wasn't drunk, but the alcohol clouded my better judgement. And three?! I thought it was one...oh shit.
"Just stay the fuck away from me." I grumbled as I opened the door and walked over to Sienna's friends in a bad mood. I spotted Harry and Zack there too, I smiled. Payback bitch.
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Teen FictionValentine has just moved, her best friend, Sienna, and her are back to seeing each other every day and being the childhood friends they are. With the disowned, incredibly cocky but oh so seductive Jay wanting to get Valentine more than any girl, it'...