Loving Him

Are You Mad?

Chapter Sixteen -

-Megan's Point of View-

"Get back here now, Megan!" Jay screams up after me. Eh no, I'm tired and I don't have to explain myself to him. Me being with Michael in a completely innocent friendship way does not have to be explained. I have no time for you, Jay.

"Sh.." I say holding onto the door handle of my bedroom. He closes the door before I can even step in.

"You never answered my question."

"Because I wasn't planning to," the rudest voice I can manage comes out and I instantly regret it when his jaw clenches even more. Jay, sooner or later your teeth are going to fall out of your gum sockets.

"Why were you with him so late?" He asks slowly, making sure I understand ever word. I decide to just clear everything up to get some sleep.

"Went there, he was there, we talked, didn't realise the time now can I go, dad?" I mock him. It's probably a terrible idea to annoy him even more but even his face irritates me.

"You could've at least called,"

"I thought you were in California! Oh and thanks for mentioning Freya was there with you!" Not so innocent yourself, Jay, are you?

"If I didn't come home to see Mark teaching a fur ball how to sit, I would've never known you even left the house!"

"So? If you mother never told me you were with Freya, I would've never known either! We're even, goodnight!" Jay follows me in the room and I stare at him. I can't change with him watching.

"That's different, it's business."

"And? It was for charity, I wasn't on a date and I sure as hell wasn't licking his tonsils out like some people!"

I take out my pyjamas, walk into the bathroom and lock the door. After two minutes of brushing my hair out, the door unlocks and a very shirtless Jay walks in. He has got to stop doing that.

"Get a shirt," I mutter grabbing my toothbrush and squirting paste on it.

"Why, do I make you nervous?" He smirks getting his own toothbrush and copying my movements.

"No, you irritate me," I do my best to make it out, having a load of bubbles in your mouth along with a toothbrush.

"And you wreck my head, so what?" He says, equally as unclear as I said.

I spit out the paste and wipe my mouth, "okay now get out."

He spits and wipes his mouth after me, "no I don't think I want to."

That stupid smirk is on his face again, "please I need to change." He takes a step closer to me, I take a step back.

Soon my back is pressed against the shower door. This stupid head. His hand reaches down my waist and rests on my hip. That smirk is still there and shiny white teeth are so freaking straight. I kind of want to punch his mouth to make it less perfect.

"I'll stay right here, thank you very much," his face comes closer to mine and his hand glides up, touching the bare skin my dress gives. It's a flowy white dress with splashes of colours. It stops at my knees and has a belt around the waist. I took the belt off so the bare edges show.

"Jay-" I can't finish what I want to say because his soft lips are on mine. I feel a sense of security from his lips and the thought of it alone makes me want to hire someone to shoot me. Snap out of it, Megan! He's a douchebag!

I move my hands to his chest to push him away but he holds my wrists and places them by my sides.

"I'm not stopping. I haven't seen you for almost three days," Jay says in between his kisses. I try to protest but he moves me off the shower door and walks to the bed, still holding me, not letting go of my lips. Jay will be the death of me.