Toxic (Jc Caylen Fanfic)

chapter five.

Chapter five

As I'm walking back to the parking lot I can feel a pair of eyes staring me down from behind. I just ignore it and keep walking to my car.

Unfortunately, when I get in, my fucking car wont start. I bang my hands against the steering wheel and scream.

"Dammit. Aren't I just the luckiest fucking girl walking on the planet?"

"Yes, because I can ride you home." Says someone from behind.

Bish what.

I look back and see exactly who I was expecting. Jc is sitting there in his car smirking at me.

"Dream on, babe." I say with a smirk.

"What are you gonna do? Walk home? Come on, babe. We both know you got no other option." He replies.

He's got a point. "Oh alright. But no ideas, understood?"

He doesn't reply. He just opens the door for me and I get in.

When we stop at red light he puts his hand on my thigh.

"Jc, no."

He moves his hand up my leg and stops before my crotch.

"Jc, I'm serious. Stop."

He continues moving his hand up, and I swat his hand away and scowl at him.

"You little perv! I want you to pull over as soon as you can." I reply furiously.

"I'm still taking you home, sorry babe. What's your address?" He replies with a smirk.

Is this bitch serious?

"Yeah right, like I'm telling you where I live." I'm getting fed up with his shit.

"Fine, I guess instead we'll just go to my apartment and-"

"Okay! Okay. Keep going forward." I cut him off, and he smirks.

You win this round motherfucker.

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We arrive at my apartment and I climb out of the car, and so does Jc.

"Jc, I'm fine. It's not like I'm going to get mugged on my way to my apartment."

He smiles at me and keeps walking.

To be honest, his smile is totally hot. Well, he is totally hot. But I would never date him, I know how he is. I'm going to stay a virgin until marriage. I want to lose it to someone who I trust. And I don't trust Jc. I want it to be special. And on top of all of that, I'm religious. I know what you're thinking, hard to believe with that potty mouth, right? Yeah, well watch too much Jenna Marbles and you'll end up like me. I have no idea why Jc would want someone like me.

He walks me up to my door and I thank him. As I'm closing the door, he stops it and pushes it open again.

"Um, w-what are you doing?" I question him.

He invites himself in and looks around my apartment. Who does this motherfucker think he is?

"Dude come on, get out."

He is making his way over to my room, so I jump in front of him and block the entrance.

"No."

"Yes." He says as he pushes me out of the way and opens my door.

I get a little crazy and trip him so he doesn't see anything. I drag him out by his feet, get in my room and lock the door. I know I'm a crazy bitch, but I don't like people going into my room. I have my reasons.

There's clothes, thongs and bras all over the room. I'm not even comfortable with my mom seeing that shit. There's also a bunch of stuffed animals all over my bed. Other than that I love my room. The walls are a creme with Christmas lights hanging on the walls. There's a huge collage of my life hanging above my white bedspread. There are also a bunch of random posters hung up on the left wall above my desk. There's books all over my desk. I'm kind of a bookworm. Oh who am I kidding I'm a huge bookworm. I keep all my clothes in my sliding mirror closet on the right side of my room. And my favorite part of my room is under my bed, in my beautiful jewelry box my mother gave me when I was 13, right before she passed away from lung cancer, 5 years ago, which is also why I hate it when people smoke. After my mother died, my dad became a drug addict, and did some pretty bad stuff and ended up in jail. In my box are best friends. A.k.a, my razors. My pickpocket keys from my mental prison cell.

My escape.

I hear a bang on the door and I quickly throw all my undergarments in the hamper and open the door slowly.

"What were you doing in here?" Jc asks.

"Just cleaning up." I reply.

"Look, I gotta finish my homework, so I think you should be going on home."

"I want to talk to you about something."

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. Maybe if I just talk with him, he'll leave me alone.

"What is it?" I ask. He looks pleased.

"Why don't you like me?" He asks.

I snort. "Not every girl is head over heels for you, J-"

"Okay, but that's not what I'm asking!" He cuts me off, "I want to know why you don't like me."

"We've been through this before. I told you in Mrs. Brown's classroom."

"That's all? I can change, Jessie." He says, "I can change for you!

"Yeah, that's what they all say. You're not the first guy who was like this. I've had experiences with boys like you. They all say the same thing you just said! And they end up breaking my heart. And I'm not going to be taken advantage of again. I'm not the same naive little girl I was before. Those boys were the reason I fell into depression..." I clutch my cross necklace. "And I get bullied anyway, which doesn't help much. I don't want anything to get worse. And that's why you have to leave, now."

"Get worse?" He grabs my wrist and looks at my the pink lines decorating my skin. I see concern and fury in his brown orbs.

Then he does something unexpected.

He begins kissing my scars.

I don't try to hold it back, I let all the tears flow down and don't try to stop them.

But I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm experiencing something I've never experienced before.

Love.

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A/N

Hey guys! So I hope ya'll like that chapter! So there is wifi in Canada! WHOOHOO! Sorry, I don't like getting charged!

So yeahh!

Stay tuned fo next chapter!