Obvious

Chapter Ten

            “Sam!”  I hollered after her.  She was quick, but I was quicker.  I reached her at the top of the stairs.  I pulled her in close to me, not entirely sure what I was doing.  She slammed into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, my lips crashing into hers.  It was anything but romantic.  At first she resisted, her body rigid as she tried to push away from me.  But quickly she relaxed, letting her body conform to mine.  My own muscles were tense, as I held her, not wanting to let her go.

            Her hand gently tapped my chest, signaling that she wanted to pull away.  I reluctantly released.

            “Sam…”

            “Why would you say those things?”

            The words came out like word vomit again, they were growing increasingly hard to control, “I didn’t want people to start talking about us.”

            “So you want to hide your feelings?  Do you even have feelings?”

            I stood, staring at her, completely inept of words.  Sometimes I wondered if I had any feelings left.  Her eyes danced quickly between mine, waiting for an answer.  An answer that was never going to come.  She pulled away again, this time stomping towards her bedroom door.  I followed after her, trying desperately to spit out any words.  Anything that made audible sense.

            “You…you never admitted your feelings either!”  Smooth move.

            She spun on her heel, her hair whipping at the sides of her face.  “You want me to admit feelings to an ogre?  Someone who blatantly goes around and tells people that he’s not interested in me because he doesn’t want people talking?  What are you afraid of?  The tabloids will find out?!  Well let me tell you something, when I read the papers and hear things about you guys…it’s never about you.  It’s always about Jordon and how happy he is with his fiancé, or Danny and how he has gone MIA because he’s in love with his best friend whose marrying his other best friend.  And do you think either one of them cares about the tabloids opinions?  They don’t hide their feelings!”

            “We’re in the papers?”  I mentally slapped myself at the only coherent words that came out were about our fame.

            “You’re infuriating!”  She pulled her door open and quickly slammed it in my face.  Leaving me bewildered at what had just happened.  I had been in so much control, at least I thought I had always been in control of my life.  But the truth was, the last few months had been the most difficult of my life.  I slammed my bandaged hand onto her door, letting out a small yelp of pain.

            “God damnit!”  Anger filled growl choking the life out of me.  Women were infuriating!  They changed everything you said to make it seem like you were the bad guy!  Fuck!  I slid down the threshold of her bedroom door, placed my arms across my knees and rested my head on the unforgiving wood.  Fucking women!

            I don’t know how long I sat like this, time seemed to slip by me.  Some of the anger had subsided.  But I refused to let go of all of it.  I wanted to hold onto a small part, to help me regain control.  The sound of footsteps growing closer woke me from an uneasy sleep, though I did not raise my head in response.  I only raised a middle finger in an attempt to flip off my passerby.

            Suddenly the sound of the door knob turning behind me sent a jolt of energy through my lifeless body.  Obviously Sam had thought I had finally moved on and was no longer near her door.  Boy was she wrong.  I was waiting for her.  And I would have waited the rest of the night if that’s what it took.  I quickly jumped to my feet, facing her door and letting the last of my anger consume me once again.

            A look of shock spread across her face as her mouth dropped.  She looked like she had been crying.  I shook the feeling of wanting to wrap her in my arms and console her away, trying to maintain control over the situation.  Her voice was shaky and unsure, “…Jorel…?”

            My figure loomed over hers.  I wasn’t entirely sure what I was trying to accomplish; but as she stepped backwards, I stepped forwards, maintaining the same distance between us.

            She tried once more.  “…Jorel…what…?”

            I stepped closer, her body rigid as she waited for what came next.  I tapped the door close with the bottom of my shoe and pulled her hard into my body.  My lips crashed into hers with equal roughness.  She stood still, her body motionless like a statue.  I didn’t want to scare her, so I softened my grip on her body, letting my tongue gently trace the edges of her lips, in hopes she would allow me entrance.  She did with ease, her hands tracing the edges of my jaw, ccausing me to relax under her gentle touch.  I kissed her with more passion than I had ever kissed a woman before.  I walked her backwards, towards the edge of her bed, our lips never once separating as I laid her gently on the sheets.

            It didn’t take long for my fingers to find her bare skin, tugging at the edges of her clothes, trying desperately to free her from the restraints.  Her fingers worked magic as she ripped at mine.  She was beautiful.  But I dare not speak a word.  I didn’t want to fuck anything else up for the day.  I moved with precision, wanting to show her I knew what I was doing.  But the truth was, I was a little nervous.  I couldn’t show it, but that still didn’t mean it wasn’t there.  I wanted to maintain the air of being in control around her.  I held onto the last fiber of anger for as long as I could.  But even that had to come to an end as my shoulders dropped as all the anger, tension, and frustration were released.  I couldn’t hold onto them any longer.  Instead, I was consumed with just how beautiful she was.  Even though the room was dimly lit, it was as if I saw her in a new light.  I collapsed next to her.  The taste of her lips clung to mine.  Her entire room smelled of her and I was infatuated.