It's been two weeks since the whole situation between Jay and Y/N went down. Y/N has been trying to forget about it and Jay more importantly, but it hasn't been working out. Jay on the other hand has been fucking random bitches every night since then. He doesn't want to admit it, but the whole situation honestly left a mad taste in his mouth. He didn't know what to do to fix it because their relationship wasn't like that, but he knew that he hurt her. He knew that he was in the wrong and she was just trying to look out for him. He grabbed his keys and raced out the door and headed to Y/N's apartment. When he arrived he knocked on the door and a very sad looking Y/N opened it. As soon as she seen him, her eyes went cold and she went to close the door, but Jay stopped it with his foot. "Talk to me, please." "No, now move your foot before it get's crushed." Jay backed away and Y/N slammed the door shut. "Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? This new level of shit we're trying is weird to me, but I'm trying and I know I'm an ass, but I swear, it's not intentional." Jay talked through the door. Y/N stood with her back against the door and listened to what he had to say. "I'm sorry for that night. I shouldn't have blown up at you, I just- I was having a bad night and shit was just stressing me out." No wonder they had rough sex Y/N thought. "Can you please open the door, so I can make this right." Y/N hesitated, but eventually he slowly opened the door. Jay didn't say anything until the door was fully open. A tear rolled down her cheek when she actually looked at him. Jay took a step forward and wiped the tear before planting a soft, but passionate, kiss on her lips. She didn't kiss back at first, but she eventually melted into him. "Let me make it up to you." Jay whispered against her lips. She nodded, unable to speak. Jay backed them up into the apartment, closing the door with his foot. His hands ran down her back until they rested on her butt. He squeezed it, causing Y/N to get closer to him. Jay picked her up making her wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, their lips never breaking apart. They stripped each other out of their clothes before doing what they know best. "I'm still mad." Y/N broke the silence as they laid side by side. "You should be." They both were looking up at the ceiling, the only thing filling up the silence was their breathing. "And I want you to know that just because we just had sex it doesn't mean anything." "Okay." Y/N sighed deeply, "did you mean everything you said?" Referring to when he was talking through the door. "Every word." "I need you to communicate with me. I need you to try harder and every time I ask you question, I don't need you to blow up at me." He turned on his side to face her, "I understand." Y/N turned on her side also and leaned in to kiss him, "I also need a title." "What?" He asked. "A title. What are we?" "Um- we're two people having fun." "That's what we were a couple months back. Things are changing right?" "Yea, but I'm not ready for a girlfriend." "Why not? We're basically dating and we're not fucking anybody else besides each other right?" "Yea, but-" "Then what's the problem?" She whispered. She ran her hand through his hair and pecked his lips. "Let me think about it, okay?" Y/N nodded before climbing on top of him, "I missed you." They had another round of sex before Jay left out, heading over to one of his friend's house. While he was driving he thought about what Y/N had said and it made him feel like there was a pit in his stomach. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to be in a committed relationship right now. Pulling up in friend's driveway, he got out the car and went to go knock on the door. He waited a few seconds before his friend, Jerod, opened the door.
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"Jay?" "I need some serious advice." Jay pushed passed him and entered the house. "Okay, wassup?" "I need alcohol first." He found his way into the kitchen and found the Hennessy on the counter. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a shit before downing it. "Okay, something must really be stressing you out if you drinking Henny." Jay nodded and sighed, "there's this girl and for the past 6 months, we just have been having causal sex, but now things are changing. She wants to have a real relationship with me." "Not hearing a problem." Jay groaned, "I can't do relationships. Not since everything happened with Talia." Jerod walked over to his friend and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Don't compare this girl to that bitch Talia." "Hey." Jay stopped him. "What? I'm just saying the truth." "Don't call her a bitch though." "Oh my God, you still love her. Really, Jay?" "Can you blame me? We dated for two years and I was thinking about marrying this girl until she cheated on me with that bitch ass motherfucker." "And that's why she's a bitch." "I gotta tell you something else." "What? Did you kill somebody?" "What the fuck? No idiot." Jerod held his hands up in surrender, "gotta ask nowadays." "Two weeks ago, I seen her. She was at the club with that son of a bitch. They were all booed up and shit and it got me so mad that I went up to them and punched him right in the face." "Oh shit! What happened next?" "I left the club and ran to Y/N's house." "Who's that?" "The girl who wants a relationship with me." "Ohh." "Yea." "But Jay, it's been like 6 months man, it's time to move on." "Maybe I should give Y/N a chance." "Exactly, Don't Let Talia ruin future shit for you." Jay took in his friend's words and thought about Y/N. She was beautiful and Jay already knew about her sex life, considering he was in it, so that wasn't an issue. Jay left Jerod's house and headed home. Once he got to his one- bedroom apartment, he took a shower and went to bed with a lot of shit on his mind.
