Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Fourteen

hahahahahha do u guys even remember me luls

ive been avoiding writing bc 1) fUCKING PROJECTS ON TOP OF PROJECTS LIKE SERIOUSLY STAYED UP TILL 3 IN THE MORNING YESTERDAY EDITING A MUSIC VIDEO?!?!?!? and 2) the chapter i had in mind was soooo boring and was just the part that led up to a better part very slowly.

until i was halfway through leg day, literally in the middle of doing weighted step ups and i was like, i have though of a new idea. 

so yeah. buckle up yo. c:

once again, apologies if ive been neglecting u on skype, freaking school and shitty laptop man. 

The moment I felt his angry lips pushed against mine, I shoved him hard against the chest, his surprised face greeting my shocked expression before my hand reached out and slapped him hard against the cheek. He lost his balance slightly before gazing at me again, his mouth agape.

I grabbed the fabric of Jordan's shirt and pulled him towards me, unable to stop myself from kissing him again. It was as though he were intoxicating.

I quickly registered that I was still almost naked from being pulled from Adam's apartment, only then realizing what I was doing. I was kissing him.

I shoved him on his chest again, reaching my other hand out and slapping him on the other cheek; I wasn't quite sure why.

He stumbled, clearly unsure of what to do as he clutched his left cheek. 

I was left breathless, leaning against the wall behind me. "What the hell was that shit, Jordan?" I immediately accused.

"Me?" he asked incredulously. "I just kissed you, then you slapped me, then you kissed me, and then you slapped me again! So I have no fucking idea what that shit was, Ashlyn."

I shivered slightly, a breeze of air from the open window hitting my bare skin. The goosebumps on my tattooed arms rose as I rubbed my hands along them for warmth.

"Shit," I heard Jordan mutter, rushing to the couch and grabbing the blanket resting on the arm of it. He jogged back over to me, spreading it out and pulling it around me. "Here."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just murmured a soft thanks before he lightly grabbed my shoulders and led me to the couch. What's with the sudden caring mood swing? I thought.

I could feel his hard gaze against my skull as I pulled myself tighter in the warm and comforting blanket. I sat there for a few seconds until I looked over at Jordan, his eyes still trained on me.

"Sorry about your face," I began awkwardly. "Or, like, you know, slapping it."

He broke out of his little trance before shaking his head. "No, it's okay. I mean, I get why you did it; you're dating Adam and all."

I started bursting out laughing at his false accusation. "You... you thought I was dating Adam?!" I laughed, shaking my head. "I don't date people," I continued after a few moments.

"But... but you had sex with him?" he asked, leaning forward.

"Yes, multiple times," I said nonchalantly, nodding. He flinched slightly. "But who said there were strings attached?"

He nodded slowly until he spoke up once again. "You don't date people? Like, you've never dated? Anyone?"

"Relationships are more pathetic than I am," I said, the grip on the blanket loosening as I began. "Why give someone the power to ruin you and stab you in the fucking back?" I said, continuing. "Who could be so fucking stupid?"