Miss Jackson✔

Chapter 7: If your crazy then I'm a genius

(Previously)
I look at Claires face that is in clear amusement. I put my guitar up and look at her.
"So do you see why I took that as a sign," I laugh. She laughs along with me, then stops.
She walks over to me and bends down to my face lever.
"Miss Jackson is more then Nasty," she whispers before crashing her lips on mine.
I'm shocked by all of it but soon I kiss back. Our lips move in perfect sync. The kiss was soft and gentle, but also rough and passionate. Everything I'd ever thought bad about her floats away.
She moves from my lips and looks at me smirking.
"What about you Brendon...are you nasty."
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*Claire's P.O.V*

He stares at me in disbelief, not making any signs of movements. I keep my stand of where I'm at, looking at him.
"Uh...I...wha-...," he's lost in words. Every thing was in slow motion, I couldnt reply quick enough nor move fast enough to stop him.
"I have to go," he quickly gets up, gathering his stuff. "I'll...I'll see you tomorrow," he says before rushing out of the room.
I sit down on my bed and stare at the wall in front of me. Is he mad at me? No, he's not he just...needs time to process it all. I mean he clearly must be feeling something considering what happen in the shower earlier.
Flashback
Killing someone would be easier then trying to get all the honey off me. The shampoo Brendon got me is doing a miracle though and much better then the shitty soap.
As I'm getting the soap of of my hair I keep hearing noises from outside the stall, grunting. Its probably just Brendon getting the honey off him.
"Ahhh fuck," I hear a moan after that. Maybe Brendon is just having to hold back pain from srubbing.
I ignore it and continue to wash. "Damn it," I hear Brendon say, followed by footsteps and water running. When the water ran it turns my water cold making me turn it off. I grab my towel and wrap it around my body, then I step out.
I see Brendon at the sink with a washcloth washing his hands and the cloth. I look to wear he was sitting to see it soaked. It finally clicks to me, that was NOT honey.
Flashback over

I mean come on, he had to of gotten that friend from somewhere. Plus he looks at me way different then all of the other doctors do. He doesnt look at me with pity, or anger. He looks at me with look, and hope.
Ugh, Claire what are you talking about. You killed men by seducing them into sleeping with you. But I would never hurt him. But he hurt me, walking out. Stop Claire.
I, Claire Olivia Jackson, have officially gone crazy. I cant believe I actually did...well everything. What happened in the bathroom was probably a mistake. Claire what the hell, you purposely tried to sleep with me to kill them. But he's different. No he just wants to get in your pants.
I told you. You can't run forever. Get out of my mind! You're crazy. No I'm not. Your talking to me, the voice in your head. The one you run from that night. Your lying, leave. No, I'm here forever.
"Leave me the fuck alone," I scream. No ones there Claire. Face it, you're crazy.
"Claire," his gentle voice rings out. The door unlocks and closes making a creaking sound.
"Claire, I'm right here, I'm not leaving," he speaks calmly. I hear him approach me, sitting by me. He throws his arm over my shoulders and stays quiet.
"Claire, I'm sorry I left, I was...I was surprised. It was stupid and childish for me to leave, and when I heard you I knew I fucked up. I have this feeling I can't get rid of, damn I'm crazy just thinking about you," he says.
"If you crazy, then I'm a fucking genius," I look at Brendon.
"Miss Jackson, I like you a lot. It doesn't take rocket science to figure that out but I dont know how it could ever work," he explains.
I feel my heart break alittle when he said that. But its true, he would cost his job here. And its only for the summer after that he'll never see me again, forget me. I dont want that. But I have the same feeling I can't get rid of.
"Brendon...I felt the same feeling as soon as you walk in those doors. But it just...it just wont work," I see pain in bis eyes as I said that. "I guess thats what I get when you're a crazy person," I laugh. He stares at me and cups my cheek.
"Miss Jackson is nasty, not crazy," he kisses my lips but this time its not rough and passionate. Its a nice kiss, sweet and smooth. He separates our lips and looks at me.
Oh stop he's only playing you...he just didn't want you to show him how crazy you are. Shut up. You cant get rid of me. Its just your mind talking. Your a real bitch you know. I could say the same for you. When this is all over, you'll be wishing you picked another person to pick on. Fuck you.
I jump up and look around for the voice, then I realise its all in my head.
"Claire," Brendon stands up beside me. "Maybe you should go to bed," he sits me down on the bed and lays me down.
"You know no matter how many times I stuff my feelings with drugs, I can't seem to change the ones I have for you. Goodnight Miss Jackson, I'll see you in the morning," Brendon kisses my head and walks out locking the door behind him.
The last thing going through my mind was something I knew I wouldnt forget.
I love Brendon fucking Urie.

Well there we go hope you enjoyed this...chapter.

~Katelyn