9. James
I wake up the next morning.
In my bed.
Alone.
Wait, run that back.
Where the fuck is Jen? That couldn't be a dream. No. No, no, no.
I get up immediately. Maybe she went to eat some breakfast. I check the kitchen - no Jennifer. The bathroom - no Jennifer.
- Jennif...?! - I notice her torn clothes on the floor.
Okay, alright. So at least it wasn't a dream. But then why isn't she here...?
God, get your shit together, James. That's not a reason to freak out. She might have had billion motives to go away, right? Like for example...
I look for my phone to check the hour. 9.47. Monday. Of course, idiot. She must be in class. I just wonder why she didn't wake me up, but I'm gonna ask her as soon as I find her.
I wear some random jeans and a white t-shirt. I feel like white is our colour. Mine and Jennifer's, I mean. I can say ours, right? There's no doubt that something more is between us and I'm not gonna let her go so easily, even if it means I have to give up on whores. To be honest, she makes me more excited and gives me more satisfaction than 5 girls could at once, so. I guess she owns my heart in a way. And I own her, too. I just need to find her now, give her a morning kiss and tell her how beautiful she is. I think I also deserve an explanation why she left just like that, but it can wait. I just truly want to see her. Fuck. Is it how falling in love feels like?
I scroll through my notifications while walking down the hallway.
Instagram: @blueberrie liked your photo
Instagram: @loversland started following you
Facebook: Charlie Davis has requested to be your friend
Hold on... Charlie? The dead guy...? Well, he must have requested before his death. Or maybe someone from his pack of losers is trying to play with me. Really funny. Sadly that they aren't aware they can finish the same way as Charlie, but I can obviously let them know, with a pleasure.
I look through some more notifications. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, WhatsApp...
iMessage: unknown number: photo
Interesting. I open it.
5 words. The same 5 words Jennifer was texted. And a photo.
No way... No. Fucking. Way.
The message looks to be sent at the same time she got it. Obviously I didn't see it. I was too busy with her. FUCK IT!
If she got the same photo, that would explain a lot. I need to find her. I need to talk to her. God! Everything started to go the right way, but no, of course. They had to come up with this shit RIGHT NOW!
Class... No, she's not in class. Obviously she's not. Her room?
Knock, knock.
No answer.
- Jennifer! Please, open. I need to talk to you!
Nothing. Damn it!
- Jennifer! I know you are there!
I hear some steps. Good girl.
She opens the door, but just a little bit.
- What do you want?
It's hard to say if she's scared of me, or... No, she doesn't look scared. More like... Disappointed? Amazing, that's even worse.
- Can I? - I ask carefully.
- Tell me more lies? No, thank you. - she's about to close the door but I put my feet between the door frame.
- I did it to protect you.
- To protect me?! - she laughs in my face. - TO PROTECT ME?! Did I ask you to?!
Sure, Jennifer. Scream even louder, everyone should hear us, right?
I pull her inside her room and close door behind myself.
- You think they would ever leave you alone? Huh? - I go closer to her but she does some steps back.
- I could deal with some idiots! You think you are playing a hero here or something?! There was no reason to kill this guy! You pushed him! You pushed him and even lied to me about that! - she's mad. As hell. That's pretty exciting, though.
- Jennifer... - I try to caress her arm but she steps back more until she reaches the wall.
- And now also someone knows! Do you even realise what will happen if...!
I put a finger on her lips.
- Don't touch me. - she says pretty angry.
- No? You seemed to like my touch - my finger cares her lips.
She closes eyes. I know she hates the fact I make her so weak. And maybe it's selfish to use her weakness in a situation like this, but I can't help. I can't let her hate me now.
I take her chin up. She's shaking a bit. Her heart races.
- Are you scared of me? - I whisper while moving my hand on her neck.
She opens eyes to look at me and slowly shakes head as a "no". My hand slides into her hair and I pull her face to my chest.
- Maybe you should be - I keep whispering.
- Please, press pause for a while. I'm not in a mood to play that game right now.
- Well, you should be because we can't act like that.
I know she's a good actress, I mean I saw her skills in class. She can play anyone she's told to or anyone she wants to. It shouldn't be difficult to act normal while all this shit is happening, right?
- So what do you expect from me? To be happy and smile all the time? - she looks at me like I would be crazy. Well, I kinda am.
- And where did you see happy and smiling students? - I laugh. - Anyways, no. I just mean that we have to act normal.
- What's your normal then?
- Don't you know how a student life looks like?
She's thinking of an answer.
- Hmm... Skipping classes and getting drunk every Friday? - her eyes lit up while she was saying that. Damn, she's so cute.
- I can agree about Fridays, but we are not gonna skip classes - my inner daddy came out.
- I thought you are better than that.
She makes her way to bed and lies under the blanket.
- Ah, this way. Okay, Jennifer. Okay. - I get under the covers from her feet side and I can't help kissing her legs on my way up.
- James! - she giggles when my kisses reach her thighs.
She's playing with my hair and for a while I have the impression she's gonna pull me more, asking to suck the hell out of her, but instead she pulls me up on her chest. Ugh. I hoped to eat some.
- You know, it would be more suspicious if I went to all the classes. I usually appear only on art ones. - she says while still playing with my hair. I'm glad she likes that. Just wish I could play with her, too.
- Fine, Miss Bad Girl. Then we will achieve the other part of the plan. Get dressed.
- Mhm, would be nice, but it's Monday.
- And? So far it wasn't a problem to not follow the rules.
- Fine - she smirks. - Tonight so?
- Tonight.
...
White... Short... Tight... Dress. Shaped like a bandage going down her waist, crossing hips and reaching her damn legs. Deep cleavage and all the tightness make her boobs look like they're about to fall out. Holy shit.
She's wearing her hair in a bun and I already have that need to make them free and pull... Nevermind.
Do you ever feel the desire to call somebody your own? No, I don't mean like a slave. The desire to put smile on someone's face, to make them happy. To see their eyes shining when they stare at you. Just a simple need. Not even a sexual one. (And that's new for me, is anyone proud?). Of course, I had plenty of girls smiling at me, laughing at my stupid jokes, but damn, with Jennifer it's a completely different thing. There's something about the way she just is.
We agreed to meet at the party. She was late, obviously. But the sight of her made it up for me.
- Will you dance with me? - I grab her hand and take her on the dance floor before she could answer.
She knows how to have fun. And she knows how to dance. Well, obviously. She's a dancer.
I'm waiting the song to slow down and then take the opportunity to grab her hips and pull her closer to me. My hands are wandering between her naked skin and the material of the dress. She's caressing my neck with her nails, looking into my eyes with that magical smile on her face... I couldn't ask for more.
Her hair got a little bit messy as she was going wild on the parquet before. I tuck away a strand of hair from her face and then my finger goes on her lips. She moves head closer to me as if she was about to kiss me, but...
- You lost my trust, baby. And you're gonna work hard to get it back. - she whispers and pulls her hand over my chest.
Jennifer gives me one more, but very little smile. And that was that.
