(Edited 7/9/18)
Warning!! A bit smutty 😉. Only a bit.
Feelings: Feelings are for the weak. I should've known that better than anyone with my dad being in a gang and all.
Too late. I'm already ankle deep in this mess we call crushing. Will I ever admit that to him? Never. He's a player, if I can keep reminding myself that, then I can finally get over him.
I believe, I'm just seen as another possible toy. As soon as he takes whatever's left of my innocence, he'll vanish. I don't think I can handle that.
I mean, think about it. I lost my dad and brother on the same damn day, I almost lost my mommy. To let someone in my heart all the way, is suicide. Once he gets me, it's over, I won't be able to force my feelings away.
I can't let my feelings grow any more than what they are. He's my crush, yep, I like him—but only a little bit. That's all I'm allowing. From a scale of 1-10? 6. And that's all it should ever be.
"Doll, we're friends right?" Liam asks me as he pulls on his shirt and I frown.
Damnit, I'd kill to see him half naked again.
Stop.
"Yeah, sure. Why?" I try and ignore the small feeling of hurt in me since I've clearly been friend zoned.
That's what you wanted right?
Hell, I don't know what I want.
"Help me with what to wear for homecoming? I know we have a game before it, but I still want to look sexy for the ladies," He winks at me and I fake gag. "Something stuck in your throat, Jasmine?" He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, this bile from looking at your face," I shrug. He puts his hand over his heart, mock hurt.
"Damn, Jasmine. You wound me, really. But honestly, I need to look sexy. I'm trying to get some—"
"Anyway," I cut him off. "Why should I help you again?"
"Well, for starters, I did buy you roughly eight-hundred dollars of lingerie so..." he trails off. I narrow my eyes at him.
"I hope you know you aren't helping your case, Forte. I never asked for that stuff. That was all you." I turn from him, heading for the kitchen. I open the fridge to get some orange juice and notice a note.
I swear if this is a 'oh we're gone for 3 months, here's food money to last about 6 hours. You can just use your friends' money for anything else' note then I'm going to blow a gasket.
Jasmine, hermosa, I have a business meeting today in California, I will be gone for the week. Michael should be there though...have fun? ¡Te amooooo!
"Why?" I groan and bang my head against the refrigerator door repetitively.
"Just pick up the pace a little bit and you've got yourself a preview on how it would sound with you in my bed," Liam's husky, deep voice says behind me, in my ear. I shiver.
Damn it hormones...couldn't hold it back?
"Shut up," I lean back into his chest and he kisses my forehead.
"Awe, sibling love. Isn't that great! I'm glad you are finally warming up to each other." I jump as I hear Michael's voice and I hold on to the kitchen counter to help me stand.
I pray to God he didn't hear all of that.
"What exactly do you mean?" Liam asks with his eyebrow raised, a smug expression on his face.
YOU ARE READING
The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
