“Whoa, Jazzy, you and Braison?” Chloe gaped when we found them sitting beside each other on a wooden bench in the middle of the mall aisle, bright green pot plants either side. I just smiled, and although she looked like she had a heck of a lot to say, kept her mouth tightly shut. Only because Braison was there. We all went to the movie theatre upstairs, and watched whatever happened to be showing next. To the boys delight, it appeared to be a horror.
We sat Travis, Chloe, me, Braison. Chloe absolutely hates horrors, but I know she is just going along with it so she can snuggle with Travis for a couple of hours in a darkened theatre. Braison probably assumes I’m the same, but they don't really faze me those kinds of movies. I think they're quite pathetic actually. I don't really look the type of girl for my personality. I think me and Chloe are swapped round or something actually. I am strong-willed and speak my mind, I never let anyone push me around, I'm determined and get what I want. I don't care if I hurt your feelings to much. And I never let anyone get too emotionally close to me. Chloe on the other hand is bubbly and friendly, sensitive and will go along with what people say so she can please them.
The lights dim in the theatre, and as I had already assumed, Braison is a very touchy person. He already has an arm around me, pulling me into him. He's all good intentions, but his actions are forceful. I won't feel at all bad not taking things into a relationship with this one.
When things in the movie are heating up, like blood and guts, extra limbs and make-believe creatures and stuff, Braison brushes my curls away and whispers in my ear, “are ya scared babe?” My head is resting on his shoulder, and this movie is boring me. Do I play along or not?
“A little,” I say, although not sounding at all like I mean it. He pulls me across so I sit on his lap, and he smothers my hair in kisses. I feel nothing. A little annoyance. A little bit of pleasure. I have missed having a boyfriend. Someone to hold me. Not that this is official or ever will be. It's just nice for a bit. Ok, don't go thinking I’m one of those girls who just use guys and leave them hanging there on the brink of a serious relationship. No, I am not like that. But I do not get close to people. So I have little flings occasionally. I do feel a little bad sometimes. I'm not a completely emotionless wretch.
The movie passes without too many screams from Chloe, and after she constantly buries her face in Travis's shoulder, they have ended up holding hands. How much more official can you get? I'm happy for them. Travis really likes her, she likes him, etc., etc., etc. I just hope she doesn't get hurt. She really puts herself out their and trusts boys with all her heart. Just for the jerks to stomp on it. I'll stomp on them.
Braison says he knows a place were a party is going down this evening, and that we should all go check it out.
“I don't know...” Chloe looks sceptical, Braison's arms are around my waist as we stand outside the movie theatre on the second floor, and he is kissing my neck, totally wrapped up in me, while I where a rather placid expression. I give her a look, which says 'you seriously don't think I can handle myself?' And then she sighs and agrees.
Chloe knows I'd never get myself in a situation I didn't want to be in.
“We don't have to go if you don't want to Chloe, we can find something else,” Travis suggests, noticing Chloe's lack of enthusiasm.
“No no, I'm sure it will be great,” she plasters a smile. She needs to be there to make sure I don't get hurt. She doesn't like Braison much. But that aside, a party is a party.
Travis drove, meaning Chloe was up front, and Braison and I had the back seat of Travis's dark blue ute. The ride was quiet. Travis and Chloe flirted up front, and Braison was all but putting his hands down my pants in the back. Gross. I threatened him several times that if he tried that again i would push him out of the car.
"Come on baby, me and you, right here right now," he pleaded, no seatbelt, basically straddling me.
"Get lost," I grumbled, pushing him off me, hard. Unfortunately that seemed to send a different message to his one-track mind.
"Oh, playing hard to get are we? I like naughty girls," Braison licked his lips and pinned me beneath him on the backseat, his lips crashing into mine repeatedly. I pushed against him, trying to get in a good punch to the gut, but he only slammed his body closer to mine. I was now regretting my initial niceness towards Braison. Another, small, part of me did enjoy being wanted though.
Travis obviously knew what Braison was like, and completly ignored us, and Chloe was way too wrapped up in Travis to even realise.
Suddenly the vechile stopped, and Braison was lurched off of me. I sat up hurriedly, pushing my hair back off my face, and looking out the window at the green surroundings. We were there.
We had drove into the pine-filled woods, and into a large grassy clearing, where there were already a few groups of university young people and high school seniors, setting up tents, and lounging around in their underwear on blankets, sunning with friends, or couples getting intimate. We all piled out, and I recognised a few faces, but not many.
It seemed we'd be spending the night. If I got stuck with Braison, which was pretty much gauranteed as Chloe flitted off after Travis, completely ignoring the fact i was there, I have no idea what I'll do. I'm pretty strong-willed, and push all the guys off when i don't want them, but it seems now I've got myself stuck with a strong-willed guy, and he wants one thing, and he wants it from me.
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Bitter Sweet (A 1D fan fic x)
Fanfiction"I won't lie, I used to like them. Fantasize and put posters in my room, watch their video diaries on repeat, follow them on twitter, everything. But not any more." When college student Jasmine Greene is entered by her mother into the trip-of-a- lif...
