Tortured Love (An O2L fanfiction)

Chapter 3

As we walked into the lounge room I couldn't help but realise Ricky's hatred stare blow my way.

What the hell is his problem?

Kian dropped my hand and jumped back into the middle of Trevor and Connor, smiling like a little kid getting a new toy. I sat down opposite them again and looked around for Kat. I couldn't find her anywhere; I swear to god if she left me in this apartment with these five sex gods I would kill her. My self-control has been at an all-time low of late and I seem to give into my desires quite frequently now days. I smiled nervously at Connors's hard stare, lord give me strength.

They were all staring at me now and it was seriously freaking me out. Did I have something on my face? "Where's Kat?" I asked anxiously, still looking around nervously.

"She went out with Jc; they went to catch a movie I think." Trevor smiled gently at me.

That bitch, she knew how weak I was around the opposite sex.

"Oh ok." I smiled back, trying to play it as cool as I could. "Did they say what time they were going to get back?"

"No idea, but were going to have a movie night tonight, care to join?" Connor smirked at me.

"And order pizza!" Kian screamed, winking at me. That's all it took and I was in.

"Sounds good, but under one condition" I laughed.

"Name it." Kian smiled brightly at me. My god, I swear his smile could light up a whole room. I just wanted to sit on his face.

"I get to pick the movie."

"Deal" He replied.

"Ok, I'll go order the pizza's, Kian you go get the blankets and pillows, Ricky you move the couches, Jade you pick the movie and Connor you just sit here and look good." Trevor ordered and I couldn't help but laugh at the Connor's joke. "Jade the movies are in Ricky's room, his room is just up the hallway, first room on the left."

Warning bells sounded in my head at the words. 'Ricky's room', but I ignored them and jumped up, skipping off towards his room. My shoulder brushed Ricky's chest as I passed him and I swear I could feel his eyes burning a whole into my back as I got further away. I opened the first door on the left and entered, typical teenager's room, messy as shit. I scanned the room with my eyes until I found a bookcase filled with movies. There was a selection of comedies, romance, action and horror films, I scanned the horror films, I was in the mood for a little blood and guts tonight for some reason. Suddenly there was a slam of the bedroom door behind me; I jumped around to see Ricky with his back turned towards me, his hands locking the door. Instantly my heart started beating harder, it was like whenever I was around him my blood began to boil. He turned around slowly, walking towards me with black hungry eyes. I backed myself up against the bookshelf, trying to keep as much space between us, but he just kept getting closer, stopping inches away from my face. He had no idea how dangerous this was did he? All it would take was one look, one touch and I'd be all over him. The memory of his touch was too much; I pictured his lips pressing my skin, his tongue gliding down my neck.

"Jade." He whispered, his breath hitting my face, sending goose bumps to arise all over my body. His lips were too close to mine and it was killing me. His lips moved closer to my ear, his face resting in my hair. "What are you playing at?" He rested his hands on either side of the bookshelf, making it merely impossible for me to run from his grip if I needed too.

"You're the one playing games Dillon, you're the one with the girlfriend remember?" His body stiffened beside me and he breathed shakily into my ear.

"I meant with my friends." He pushed his body firmly against mine, chest to chest. "They can't have you."

I couldn't handle it anymore, I rested my hands against his chest, scrunching his shirt up and pulling him even closer, "And why is that Dillon?" I moaned seductively into his ear.