A/N: It's here!!! Took me a while and this is really bad and especially short. Thank you guys for the support! Some shitty things have been going in my life, please excuse... :( But, today/tomorrow I'm off, so I'll be udpating Sky's chapter too... Mehhh, stay rad my darlings, peaceeee...
*that gif is so predicable and overused, meh sorry, could have been more creative*
Jesse’s POV
Well that was easy.
Ha, easy my ass. I don’t even remember how I got myself out of the car. Everything happened so fast…
I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t want to invade her personal space or offend her in any way, but she kind of gave me the opportunity. And I must say that I couldn’t help myself either.
She was irresistible, standing there, her boots stumping in the mud, her hair getting messier by the minute and the way her tin legs weakly supported own weight. Man, I could have taken her in my arms right there and brought her home so we could have had a warm bath and probably some make-up sex. But, I must say I kind of messed up. Since I was such an ass to her, she now probably despises me. But meh, I must say that her face was quite satisfactory after I swept her off her feet. The ‘bite me’ trick always works on chicks.
My fingers on the tight fabric of her waist, the brushing of her uncombed hair against my skin, the way she ached her neck and naturally relaxed onto me… The scene just keeps replaying in my head over and over again.
I knew that she wouldn’t come to the tour after last night. Especially not after all the things she’s somewhat embarrassed of. But I think I now definitely gave her a reason to come back to. I could see her enjoy that bite; at least she voiced her appreciation at some point… And I hope my teeth left her a reminder.
It isn’t guaranteed a hundred percent that she’ll come along though.
I would sure want her to.
Who knows what goes up behind that strange mind of hers...? As hard as I try to decipher her and as much as she occupies my thoughts, the fastest I feel as if I’m totally off track. She seems like the type of girl who would run away from her desires, considering them too dangerous, but at the same time, would run back longing for adventure. She’s definitely more than meets the eye. She’s more than just a sad eyed doll.
She smelled like my old clothes and… salt. Rain I presume, but I can’t help to have the desire to taste her skin once more.
Maybe if she’s smart enough, she’s gonna get the hint and come along on the tour. And then I’ll be able to fuck the shit out of those lifeless sad eyes of hers.
No.
She isn’t that type of girl. She is no wild Syndey who would stay up all night to please me.
Hell no.
Thinking about it, I would be even afraid to touch her, by fear to break her bones under my pressure.
But shit. Since when do I get attached so fast?
And after last night, she’s proven to me to be an undecipherable mystery. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she had this sensual, yet innocent, almost inexperienced way of blowing her smoke into the crook of my neck, while I was tightly holding her in my lap. Of course, it’s such a bummer that she doesn’t remember any of it. I guess there is gonna have to be a next time.
Thinking about it, it isn’t attachment. Probably just curiosity. Meh, I just let it be and see whether or not she turns up tomorrow.
I drive back to Zach’s, and find him and Brandon sitting at the kitchen table. They both look fucking sick, Zach especially, as he is helplessly gulping down coffee.
“Where you been dude?” asks Brandon, as I sit down next to them.
“Just got a new pack of smoke…” I shrug.
Why the lie? Maybe it was because I didn’t want them to know that I was with the chick. Or maybe it’s just a way to get her out of my head and feel less guilty about the fact that I probably left her in the middle of nowhere. Meh, she’ll find her way back.
“So, last night was pretty dope huh?” I suddenly ask, trying to break the silence.
“Yeah… Did you see the chick Z got? Damn she was fine…” Brandon says. Ugh, and here we go, seems like I won’t be able to get her off my mind after all…
“Yeahhhh… She was hella rad.” Pff, no shit Zach. “What was her name again?”
This is the thing I don’t get with Zach. He gets all the fucking bitches, but doesn’t even realize which ones are actually really good. He misses out so many of them and just forgets their names, unless they give him something he’s whiling to remember. But in those cases, he’ll just brag about his new hoe for a week, until he’ll get laid by another.
“Sky… Sky Ferreira. She was good, huh?” Brandon smirks. I have no idea whether he’s referring to her singing or partying or fucking, but anyways, I just nod my head in approval.
“Did you get some?” I ask Zach, tentatively trying to cover the fact that I am fucking interested in knowing the details with a chuckle.
“I don’t know man… I don’t really remember. She was… blonde… And she was laughing with Dev… Oh, but she gave us free coke. That was cool…” he yawns, stretching out, before letting out a laugh.
“It’s so weird, I don’t remember anything… Like the last thing I remember is jumping on my bed with them…”
Well, that doesn’t bring me any further. I bet Devon doesn’t remember either. I guess it’s a good thing for Sky, but it doesn’t quite satisfy me. Meh, I wanted to know what happened in that room…
“Where is she though? She didn’t have a car…” suddenly mentions Brandon, eying me suspiciously.
“Dunno, she must have taken a cab.” I reply nonchalantly, scrolling down on my phone. At the same moment Mikey comes in, sleepily rubbing his eyes, pink lipstick marks staining his neck. Aw, Lauren, I bet.
“Hey, what’s up?” he whispers, pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt and sitting down at the table with us.
“Nothing special, just talking about Z’s new biatch...” jokes Brandon, punching Zach’s shoulder, to which he doesn’t react, being too busy diving in his caffeine remedy.
“Yo, look, you posted this last night.” I show Zach the same pic from Twitter to which the chick freaked out earlier this morning.
Zach just laughs though, smiling and shaking his head in good humour.
“Aw man, I wish I could remember… This really sucks.”
Too bad bro. Ha, whatever.
“I’m hungry… Should we go get some Toppers while all these people fuck off?” asks Mikey, pouting at the sight of all the passed out people in the house.
“Sounds good, I’m kinda hungry actually.” says Brandon, before we all get up to head to my car.
The rain is still persisting, and I find myself wondering what the chick must be up to in such weather. I hope she got into that bus. I sit in, put in some rad music before waiting for the lads to get out the house.
Zach gets in next to me in the passenger seat and accidently dumps over a small leather bag at his feet. He looks at it strangely, before picking it up.
“Who’s is this?”
Oh, please.
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