Not So Unwilling

Not So Unwilling: Chapter Nineteen

Hey! I hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving! I know I did, although I'm pretty sure I'm going to barf any moment! Well, here's another chapter!

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Chapter Nineteen

"Get..." laugh, "Off..." laugh," Me..." laugh, "Please..." I managed to cough out in between laughs.

"Not a chance, JJ," Tim said, tickling my stomach like no other. I was struggling to breath and was getting a huge cramp in my side. Oh, how I hated Tim. "Unless, you apologize for being such a meanie."

"SORRY!" I yelled. I was squirming like a fish out of the water.

He finally let go of me and smirked. "Now, that's better."

I punched him in the arm after catching my breath. "You're such a dick."

He laughed. "I know." He grabbed my hand in his and led me to his car. "Now, we shall dance."

"Wait," I said as we approached his mustang, "What am I going to do with my car?"

"You can just leave it here. I'll drive you back here when we're done."

"Why can't I just follow you in my car to your house?" I asked.

"Just come with me. You'll save the gas," he insisted opening the passenger door to his sleek, black mustang. My mouth dropped when I realized that it was the same car I had nicked with my door on the second day of school.

I began to laugh when I spotted the dent in the perfect paint job that I had caused. Tim gave me a weird look. "What's so funny?"

I shook my head and just got into the car. I heard him mumble something to himself as he walked to the driver side of his car and got in. It sounded something like "razy rich", whatever that was supposed to mean.

I plucked up Tim's black iPod that was plugged into the radio and went searching through his playlists. He had a lot of pretty crazy shit on it.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked when I clicked on this song called The Rain Goddess Chant and some weird chanting started blasting through the speakers. I felt like at any moment Tim was going to stop the car and start dancing around a fire wearing a weird mask and shaking a tube of rice.

Tim got all red and kept his face on the road. "Nothing."

"Seriously, are you in some kind of Indian Tribe that I don't know about?" I teased, moving on to a more normal song, Weightless by All Time Low.

"No, just forget about it," he said his face still glued to the road, as it should be.

"Oh, come one, Timmy, we're a couple now," I gushed, leaning over and resting my hand on his thigh, "Couples tell each other everything."

I was getting sweet revenge for that Garret Blaze situation. I felt so evil.

Tim got even redder and glanced down at where my hand was on his thigh. He shifted nervously and cleared his throat. "It's a rain chant."

"Yeah, I think I figured as much when I saw the title. Why do you have it on your iPod along with all these other weird ass songs?"

"Hey! They're not weird!" He said defensively.

I laughed. "You might not think so, but the rest of the world does."

"Fine, they are weird," he sighed, taking one hand off the wheel and running it through his almost dry hair. He had put a shirt on a while ago, thank the Lord, "But, they help me relax when I'm all wound up."

"Okkkkkkkkkk," I said, dragging out the 'k'.

He glanced at me for a second. "I listen to them when I'm angry or upset and then I don't know... I feel better some how. Less angry."

"Do you get angry a lot?" I asked curiously. My hand was still on his thigh and I was mindlessly tracing patterns onto the silky fabric of his basketball shorts.

"Yeah," he said, "I... I have some anger issues."

When, he said that, I automatically thought of my dad. Was Tim bipolar like my dad? Was he going to hurt me like my dad when I did something not to his liking? I found myself getting a little scared and I removed my hand from Tim's thigh and sat back in the red, leather seat. I began to picture in my brain Tim hitting me across the face with his fist and pushing me to the ground.

Tim glanced at me with a worried expression. "It's nothing you have to worry about, Jasmine. I would never hurt you, or anyone. I just get really angry at people, mostly just my family, and I usually say things that I normally wouldn't if I was thinking right. The music helps me calm down so I'm not angry anymore."

Thank God.

I let out the breath I had been holding in and I smiled at Tim. He was looking at me, searching my face with his gorgeous, blue eyes. "Well, Tim, I think you're going to have to burn me a mix tape of all your weird ass music, because I'm pretty sure I have the same problem."

He let out the breath he had been holding also and smiled back at me. "I'll get right on that."

"Good," I said, turning away from him and listening to All Time Low belt out the lyrics into my ears.

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