Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Chapter 19

"Finally," I breathe.

I had just finished unpacking everything. we had gone shopping earlier this week and I got some knick-knacks and a new bed spread.

I sat on the bed exhausted and just wanting to sleep but I guess that wasn't an option.

There was knock on my door and then Mitch stepped in.

"Hey," he mumbled. It was a bit awkward between us at the moment. He had walked in on Jerome and I last night during our third round of sex. You could say we were a little too eager.

"Please don't lecture me about last night," I begged.

He laughed.

"I wasn't planning on it. Everyone is going out for lunch and I was wondering if you would join us. You don't have to. You look like you want to sleep for the rest of your life."

"I kinda do but I'll go. Food outweighs sleep any day," I chuckle.

"Okay. We are leaving in a hour so be ready."

"Why a hour?" I ask.

"Your lovely boyfriend isn't awake yet. You must have tired him out last night," he smirks.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I cover my face with my hands. It normally wouldn't be as embarrassing but considering what happened last night, it was really embarrassing.

I point at the door and Mitch leaves laughing. I get up before I end up falling asleep and head to the bathroom connected to my room and the empty bedroom on the other side of mine. Every room shared a bathroom with one of the rooms next to it. Jerome shared one with Mitch. The room next to mine was vacant so I didn't share with anyone yet.

I turned the shower on and soon the room is full of steam. Stripping down and stepping into the shower, I let the burning water run over me.

After my shower, I dried off, wrapped the bright blue towel around me, and walked back into my room. I picked out a pair of army green cargo pants and a black tee shirt. While getting dressed I decide to wear my hair down. I usually wear it up in a bun but I decided to do something different today.

My light brown hair fell around me in a tangled mess. I brushed it out and looked at myself in the mirror. The long lockets of my hair went all the way down my back and halfway down my butt. I hadn't cut it in over five years because of my father's ignorance and now that I could, I didn't want to.

After putting on a few rings, I leave my room and head downstairs. Everyone except Jerome is sitting in the couch engrossed in the television.

I head to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. No noticed my presence as I passed the couch. Chuckling to myself, I take a sip of the warm, caffeinated beverage.

After about five minutes, Jerome finally comes downstairs like a zombie. When he spots me, his eyes brighten. Whatever the guys are watching must be interesting because when Jerome walks past them, they don't notice him either.

Jerome wraps his arms around me and buries his head into my neck, giving me soft kisses.

"Mm," I moan softly.

"Last night was amazing," he whispers against my neck.

"Agreed."

"Maybe we could do it again tonight."

"Why would we do that?" I ask innocently.

Jerome moves his head so his lips are against my ear.

"Last night was back together sex. We still have birthday sex for you to make up and mine tomorrow."

"Hmm. Is that so? I guess that's okay," I whisper.

He spins me around and slams his lips against mine. I instantly kiss him back and wrap my arms around his neck. He picks me up by my thighs and sets me on the counter.

"Come on! Now we have to clean the counter!"

Jerome and I both look at where the voice came from and we see all the boys looking at us.

I feel the heat rise up to my cheeks as I quickly hop of the counter. The boys shake their heads and take off for the door shouting who gets shotgun and who gets to drive.

"Well that was awkward," Jerome whispers in my ear.

"Definitely," I agree.

"We'll finish what we started later," Jerome whispers in my ear seductively before heading towards the door.

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Just a filler chapter. The end is upon us. This book should end at 29-30 parts. There will also be an epilogue. I want to thank you all for being so supportive through this journey. I couldn't have asked for better.