the latter | andrew clark ✅

sixteen

Andrew's door moves with a loud groan, Jamie looking at his house in amazement. "Damn," she breathes out. "Should have figured you needed money to pay for all the stuff you do."

"What do you mean?" Andrew wonders, grabbing Jamie's attention for a moment.

"You know-- all the stuff needed for sports and whatnot, " she waves it off but Andrew gets the point. "Dude, your house cost more than anything I'll make in my life."

"I don't think so." Jamie turns her head towards the athlete, seeing him seemingly trying to shrink into his jacket.

"How about your room?" she wonders. His eyes meet her own, seeing a large grin forming on her lips.

"No. I-I don't-"

"Hurry up!" He isn't given time to argue as she sprints up the stairs and disappears when she turns a sharp corner. Andrew looks around for a moment before grumbling "Damn it," and following Jamie up the stairs.

"Please don't touch anything-" His words are cut short when he opens the door to his room, finding Jamie sitting on his bed, looking up towards the ceiling. He follows her line of sight, discovering her attention is on the poster above his bed.

"Who's that?" she wonders, lying his bed. Andrew clears his throat, his strides slow until he stops beside the bed.

"Dan Gable. I want to be like him."

"You sure?" Andrew's brows furrow, a scoff passing his lips.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just feel like it's more of your dad's dreams than your own."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Than tell me what I don't know, Andrew," she sits up on the bed, her eyes meeting his. Andrew can seem some sort of emotion in them, but isn't entirely sure what it is. "Or would you like me to guess?"

He looks around a moment before shrugging. "Go for it." A smirk forms on her lips as her eyes look him up and down. He's lost count how many times she has done it, but it was enough to make his eyes look at the carpet beneath him while he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"I think that you feel unwanted." She waits for a reaction before proceeding as his eyes still bore into the floor. "You feel like the only reason your here is because your dad couldn't play the sport he loved. So he wanted someone to take his place. Then you also feel fake. It's easy to see when you hang out with your friends. Your whole existence is made upon being forced to being selfless." Jamie allows a few seconds to pass before asking, "How was that for a guess?"

"You got it," he chuckles dryly, eyes finally meeting hers. They look down at the floor every few moments, his cheeks a light shade of red. "But," he continues, "you think I'm selfless."

"I think all athletes are selfless in some way. You all give so much time to a sport instead of eating junk food and doing dumb shit." An airy laugh passes his lips. It creates a soft smile on Jamie's lips. "That's something I respect you guys for. I'm a selfish asshole."

"I don't think so." It's Jamie's turn to raise a brow. "The amount of shit you put up with your brother and family. You put everything aside for John and it's weird seeing someone care for him as much as you do."

"I don't think he'll think I'm selfless after leaving him in detention," she sidetracks.

"Who gives a shit!?" he exclaims, a large grin on his face. "Be selfish. Fuck people. Be selfish!" Jamie laughs at his change of attitude, Andrew doing the same before something crosses her mind. Her cheeks become painted switch roses in an instant.

"So..." she starts, trying to find the right words, "selfish means taking what I want?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Sure," Andrew agrees.

"There's something I've wanted for a while then." Andrew nods mindlessly, not noticing how she plays with the end of her jacket.

"Well, what is it?" Jamie's fingers stop for a moment, her eyes meeting his. That unreadable expression is on her face again, Andrew's brows scrunching up in confusion. "What?"

"You don't get it, do you?" His response is another confused look. "How-" She bites her tongue, forcing those colorful words back down.

"Wha-" His words are cut with a sound of shock leaving his lips as he's pulled forward. His eyes shut in fear before opening again. They widen slightly, trying to comprehend that his lips are against Jamie Bender's lips. The Jamie Bender is kissing him.

It doesn't last long enough for Andrew as he feels her pull away, but only a couple of inches. He has to blink a few times, making sure she is sitting in front of him. And there she was still.

"Are you going to stare or are you going to kiss me?" she asks, hating the awkward tension she feels. Andrew doesn't give a verbal response, however. He instead lays Jamie on the bed before bringing his lips to her once more. He places his body against hers while his hand pulls her hips towards his own, leaving no more room between them. Her arms wrap around his neck, one hand tugging at his jacket while the other plays with his hair. "Off," she mumbles into the kiss. It takes a moment for Andrew to comprehend what she said before pulling away.

He takes off his jacket and his other layers of clothing until he is only in his jeans. While he did that, Jamie also shedded a few pieces of clothing herself, taking off her jacket and top. When she looks back at the athlete, she finds his eyes already on her for some reason. One she cannot place her finger on. Even if she wanted to, she isn't given time to as he's back on her, their kisses filled with hunger and lust.

His soon begins a trail, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses to her neck before moving down to the crevice between her breasts.

"You're mine."

It takes Jamie a moment to understand the words leaving his lips, distracted by sounds leaving her own. "Huh?" is all she could respond, another moan leaving her soon after.

"I'm going to be selfish. You're mine." He moves from her bosom and continues his kisses down her stomach. She twists and turns below him, hoping he would move faster. But it only seemed to slow him down.

"Fuck, Andrew! Please!" Jamie exclaims.

"Are. You. Mine?" he questions once more, each word following with another kiss.

"Yes. Yes. Ye-Oh fuck." In an instant, Andrew moves at a quick pace. He hastily unbuttons her jeans before pulling them from her body. Soon, all Jamie knows is that she's found heaven.