Sweet Sorrow ❖ JB

2✖️Bruised Neck

"I'm friends with Jack," Janelle smiled and I mentally slapped the shit out of him. Of course he was friends with her, he was friends with almost every girl on campus. How did I know that? He brought different girls to his room like every week.

"Oh...well what do you want?"

"To hang out," she said in a duh tone.

I sighed while scratching at my hair, "I told you I was gonna be busy, which I am."

She peaked around me to look inside my room. "You really are studying," she muttered more to herself.

"Yeah, I really am so if you'd excu-" She pushed me back into my room and closed the door. "W-What are you doing?" A thousand things were running through my mind in this moment and I froze up.

She shushed me by pressing her index finger to my lips and pushed me onto my bed, "You need to loosen up."

Loosen up? How about no. "Please stop," I said, trying to push her back. This was not what I wanted.

When she looked at me, I knew that expression all to well because Lia looked at me like that before she would kiss me. Janelle latched her lips onto my neck, sucking like a thirsty vampire. "You're so hot," she mumbled against my skin.

It took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing and I groaned. "Janelle, please stop," I said as I continually tried to get her off of me, but she wouldn't budge. She was stronger than she looked.

Her lips lifted from my neck a second or two later and she looked at me displeasingly, "Why? Am I not pretty enough?"

For fuck sakes, she's one of those girls. "You're pretty, but I don't want you," I said, but immediately regretted my choice of words. "I didn't mean to say it like that."

She got off of my lap and sat down next to me, "I just thought that you would've wanted to have a little fun."

"No," I quickly shook my head. "I'm not the guy that you probably think I am. I don't get with girls or anything like that."

A look of surprised covered her expression, "You're kidding..."

I shook my head, "I'm not."

A laugh left her mouth and I looked at her puzzled. "It's just funny cause the way you look screams 'fuck me' and I just thought..."

Léah was right. Damn. "Uh well sorry?"

"No, I'm sorry for coming onto you like that. I don't know what I was thinking," she said apologetically and laughed at herself.

"It's okay."

She stood up and fixed herself before walking to the door. I was glad that this was over with, I almost had a damn heart attack. "If you ever change your mind, let me know," she smirked at me then left, closing my door behind her.

I sat on the edge of my bed and let out a sigh of relief once I heard the apartment door shut. I couldn't believe she just came in my room like that. She nearly sucked the blood out of my neck, like my skin was kinda burning.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and I groaned as I rubbed over the area that she attacked. "Why is it that everyone wants to bother me today? Jesus Christ!" I slipped off of my bed and went for the door. It was Jack with this big smile on his face. "What do you want?" I asked, already feeling annoyed.

He rolled his blue eyes at me, "I came to congratulate you."

"For?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Don't try to act confused. I saw Janelle leave your room with a smile on her face. Was the head good?"

I scoffed at his assumption. "She didn't give me head. We didn't do anything," I looked away to avoid his judgmental eyes.