Chapter 6- Deuce

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A/N- umm the next part isnt really smut bc im bad at writing that buttt its not really fluffy either

I rolled over, wondering where I was for a second before realizing I was in my apartment. I had just got it, living with your sister or best friend wasn't exactly ideal, so this was last resort.  

My phone was blowing up and I didn't want to ignore it. Something told me this was important.

Johnny: Fuck you

  You don't deserve to live

  Stop trying to act as if nothing's happened

  Stupid idiot    

Jorel: Miss u buddy.

          You probably hate me but…

I still love you..

Hope you find some better friends…

-Jay

Luv you…

Charlie: You're pathetic

    I understand why we kicked you out

  Jay was using you this whole time..

  He never loved you

  No one should fight over you, you're too useless.

I blinked, feeling a lump grow in my throat. They never really did care about me. I was just some useless toy they brought with them to show off.  

Fuck them.

I chucked my phone across the bed, and it landed on the ground. Rubbing my eyes, I got up, pulling on some clothes and walking into the kitchen.  

For a while I just leaned against the countertop, debating what to do.  

"Agh…"  

"Don't hide it from me baby…"

I groaned, biting down on my fingers to prevent any noise.

"What did I say?"

"F-fuck…Mmhmm…."

He started kissing up to my collarbone, making me sigh in pleasure.  

His hands gripped at my hair, pulling on it. It hurt but if it made him happy, so be it.

"Wha- what about the guys…We have a meeting tomorrow…" I muttered between pants.  

"We can skip it…I'm sure on of us can fake throw up.." I shook my head.  

"N-o… I wanna go to it.."  

"Aron."

"Please?"

He released his grip on my hair, pulling away and putting his clothes on. "Fine. Only this once though.."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, grinding against him slightly. He glanced down at me, his eyes having that familiar glint.  

"You fucking little bitch.."

I jumped, all my fantasies being chased away by the door opening. I hadn't even noticed my pants tightening.  

Arina strolled in, looking around. "Nice. The fuck, just got out of bed?" Shrugging, I turned around and searched through the fridge for something. Anything that could get me away from her.  

"Please…"

Not right now.…Anytime but this…

"Little slut."  

"How's it going here?" I looked over my shoulder, watching her examine the place like some exterminator or some shit.

"Pretty good.." Better if you weren't here though.

"Fuck me…."

Me and my dirty stupid luck.  

"Oh….okay then. I just wanted to check on you…"

"Nah…I might wait…."

Please leave.

"You've been distant lately. Are you sure everything's good?"

"Arina. Everything is fine. I can take care of myself."  

"Jeff! P…Please! I need you!"

"This is what I'm talking about. But okay, if your 'fine'. I'll let you and your dick be."

"What the-" My voice came out as a squeak. "Arina!" I finally spun around, glaring at her.

"Oh come on, it's pretty obvious." She was already halfway out the door.

"I-Is it?" I cocked my head, chewing my nails.

"Nope! But you just told me!"

I gave her the finger, slamming the door.   

"Jeff…."  

"You're too needy. I have to work…"  

"Work? On what?"

"Fucking you, that's what."

I stalked back to my bed, throwing my clothes to the side. Sighing, I slipped into bed.  

"Gah…fuck…"

"Jeff.…"

"Please.…"


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