Helping Jahar Tsarnaev

beer drugs and jahar

While we're driving, we don't have much conversation at all. About 20 minutes later we arrive at a big house. Almost big enough to call a mansion. "Woah" I say quietly. "Is this yours?" I can't help myself, I had to ask. He looks at me. "Sadly, no. Its my 23 year old brother's." he replies. "You do have a nice car though." I tell him. He smiles a big toothy smile and laughs. God he's hot. He's the type of guy that you can tell God spent days upon days making. He's beautiful. "Yea. Now that I do have." He winks at me. "Let's go party shall we?" He asks. "Yes. We shall" I answer quickly. I apply some more "Kat Von D Studded Kiss Lipstick" in the shade Motörhead. My favorite color. He walks around the front of his car and opens the car door for me. I smile "Thank you, Jahar." I wink. "My pleasure, Tatum" he replies with a smirk. "Mmm." I think to myself. I want him, and I want him badly. He links his arm in mine and I slip my lipstick into my pocket. He walks me into the large home and smiles. "Want a drink?" He asks. "What's a party without a drink?" I giggle at him. "Nothing. Nothing at all." He laughs, and looks me in my eyes, and I do the same to him. I love his eyes. "I'll be back." he says as if he's making a promise. I nod and smile. "Tatum!!!" My friends squeal. I don't even have to look. I know it's them. "Hello. How is the party?" They giggle and smile very widely. "Forget the party Tatum. He's so into you!" I blush. Are they stupid? He's not into me. He's just being nice. "No. He's not. Besides, he was on tv as a suspect for the bombing." My friends already know about my grandma. So I don't bother to tell them. "What. No way?!" Anna says as shocked as I am. "Yea. I saw his photo on the news tonight." They all gasp in shock. "So what? Maybe he's a fuckboy. Who doesn't want one of those?" Riley says with confidence in her voice. She's right. Who doesn't want a fuckboy, but a criminal? Who could've killed my grandma? "I don't know. I just don't know" he returns. "I see you've found your friends." He smiles. "Yes. I did." I reply. "What drink is this?" I ask sweetly. "It's lemonade. I brought some liquor if you would like to add that in there." Wow. He didn't spike my drink. "Yes please." I hand him my cup of lemonade and watch him as he pulls a small flask out of his jeans pocket. I don't even bother to watch how much he puts in it, because I don't care. I come to these parties for one reason. A. Nobody cares what you do and b. to escape. I also like the idea of free weed and liquor, but that's besides the point. "Here you go, beautiful." He says, and all of my friends go crazy. "Thank you." I smile. I quickly gulp down all of the liquid substance in the cup. He watches. "Wow." He says. I can tell he's shocked. I smile. "Is there any weed?" I ask. His eyes widen. I have managed to shock Jahar, again. "Yea. There's always weed" he replies. "Go get me some" I tell him. "Sure." he says, and that's it. He walks off. My friends laugh. "Tatum, you're into him" they smile wide. "and he's very into you." Maybe he is, but I can't tell. "I don't know." I answer. When he returns I'm a little bit drunk. How much did he put in here? I look up into his eyes and he holds out the joint. "God you're beautiful" He tells me, and I can tell he's been drinking. "I could say the same thing about you." I smile. He places his thumb gently on my chin. "What do you say we forget about the weed and instead do something else?" He asks me. "Yea." Is the only answer I have time for. Before I can say anything more his lips are crashing into mine. He backs me up and slams me against a wall, making me moan. His lips don't separate from mine as I do so. He puts his hands on the sides of my face and kisses me passionately. My hands drag up the wall and I wrap them around his neck, running my fingers through his thick curly hair. I decide to take things further and wrap my legs around him. He carries me upstairs in his arms and lays me on a bed. He stands in front of the it staring down at me. I look around and notice a photo of him. I think I'm in his room. "Listen Tatum. If you don't want to do this then tell me. Just stop me. I don't want to hurt you." I stand up on the bed and take off his shirt. I lean into him draping my arms around his neck and kiss him. Slipping my tongue into his mouth. "Do I act like I don't want to do this? Because I thought I was making it pretty damn clear what I want." I tell him. "No. You don't." He doesn't take one second to stop and think about it. He throws me onto the bed kissing me the whole time. He's on top of me and I flip him over onto his back and sit up. I'm sitting directly on his length and I feel it harden, making it rise. I lean down to kiss him and sit back up. "Undress me." I demand. Carefully he does as told and slips my shirt over my head and unclamps my bra. The bra straps loosely lingering on my shoulders. He gently slides my bra down my arms and smiles. "God you're perfect." But I know that my boobs are nothing new to him because of the shower incident. I slip off my shorts revealing my thongs. "Damn. Those are hot" he says. "Haha. Very funny. You saw me in them earlier." I giggle taking them off. "Nope. I didn't look." What? He didn't watch me get dressed?!?! This man is a keeper. "You're perfect." I say to him. I lay down beside him. "I'm sorry. I just kind of want to embrace this moment with you." He smiles and pulls me against him. I lay my head on his bare chest and drag my finger across his abs. "I didn't set off the bomb" he says. I'm shocked by the words he just confessed. "I know you didn't." I reassure him. "Shit. Why do they blame it on me. I finally have a chance with a perfect girl. And now out of all times they're out to get me. Why." I sigh. A tear falls out of my eyes. I start to realize that I'm catching feels. "I don't know Jahar. I really don't know, but this world is fucked up." I tell him shaking my head. He says something, but I don't hear it. I've been in this large, scary, fucked up world for forever, but in Jahar's arms, laying nearly naked beside him, I feel safer than ever. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life, and I drift into a deep sleep with an unfamiliar feeling. I felt safe.