"Your time is up" a Clockwork romance (creepypasta)

15} Tensions

And Jeff throws a sombrero at me. ugh this ugh. I clutch my fist and stick my tongue out at him running into Jane....... >

"Heyyyyyy" I mutter slowly as she practically kills me revives me tortures me and kills me all over again. She rolls her eyes at me in disgust and goes into the fridge looking for food.

I look at Slendy with wide eyes and mouth the word "seeeeeee" at him will making hang gestures at Jane. I'm assuming if he had eyes he'd roll em at me as he shakes his head and continues cooking. I stomp out the kitchen angrily as Jeff stays stiff and Toby just stares at me.

I walk up the stairs to my room. It's the fourth door down the hall across from Jeff's and thank god these walls are soundproof and have locks on them. Before I completely shut the door Toby slips inside.

"What are you doing" I asked him.

"Just wanted to talk"-Toby

I eye him suspiciously and just go sit on my bed. "What is it you want to talk bout" I ask him

He stands for a while shifting on his feet before he lounges at me giving me no time to react. He presses his lips to mine and presses himself in between my legs. His hands tug at my hair and he grinds his hips against my core. I moan into the kiss and grab his hair. It's so fucking soft, he moans my name, not clockwork but Natalie and that's all its takes to snap me out of it.

I pull his hair as hard as I can and punch him off me. He stand holding his jaw which is turning red.
"Wtf was that for" he practically growls at me.
"WYM" I yell at him, "you were the one who assaulted me you asshole" I hiss at him in anger.
"All I did was kiss you, I thought you liked me." he says innocently, blushing.
I look at him, my anger subsiding. "I just met you Toby, you shouldn't read in to what I do, I don't do relationships."
He looks at me for a while before saying, "for now I can do with physical stuff."
I stare back at him. Can I really go through with this? I'm not looking for any type of relationship and fucking him might just confuse him even more. But as I continue looking at him I can't find it in myself to say no. He's just so goddamn sexy. I stare at him in wonder until finally I look away from him. I can't do this.
"Get out" I tell him sternly. I wait to hear the door close, once it does I fling the bedside lamp across the room on anger.