Strung

Zoe Taylor?

Boy's Dorm
Saturday
4:30 am

I'm in Jimmy's room. I snuck in while he was sleeping. I understand how early this is but I need this off my chest and I can't forgive myself until he forgives me. Plus, I feel like I hurt him very badly. I stood at his door and locked it quietly. He was tossing and turning at every movement I made. Then he finally woke up. "Good morning, James." He sat up and I watched closely as his eyes fluttered open. He jumped off his bed and sighed. "Petra. What are you doing in my room? It's... Four in the damn morning. Who even let you in?" Jimmy adjusted his alarm clock and laid back down. "It's about what happened...I didn't agree with that foolish girlfriend thing with Gary. He's blackmailing me and doing it for personal revenge." He didn't care.

"Jimmy... I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you like that." He was a little mad. Until I explained to him what went down. Leaving out the true reason why my mother attacked me. "I'm sorry to hear that, Petra. You can sit down, I'm not that mad at you to not let you sit down." He gestured a seat on his bed, right next to him. I sat down and poked my arms. "Quit doing that." I kept rubbing and my poking my arms. "I wish I could." They don't hurt so much as they did before. "How did you even do that to yourself in the first place?" He gently grabbed both my hands and spread them out. Jimmy rolled up both my sleeves, revealing both of my heavily wrapped arms, he softly traced two of his fingertips up and down one arm. I admire how gentle he is.

"Does it hurt?" So much dirty material is in this. I start to blush hard and tears form in my eyes, I smile softly. "N-no..." I stuttered. "Jesus, are you crying? I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Gary, for forcing you into that shit. He's only using you to get back at me." In his eyes, we're only pawns for his enjoyment, nothing else. "Get back at you for what?" That's too deep. "Long story short, I sent him somewhere after he tried to cause mayhem and nearly killed me." He's fucking petty. "He's just a sore ass." I giggled as Jimmy continued to run his fingers on my arms.

"That feels funny, don't stop." I can't laugh too much. "Funny how?" I bit my lip. "I can't say, it's weird." This feeling is way deeper than a tickle. "Like this isn't already weird enough, you better say it or I'll force you." He moves one hand to my neck and circles one spot in the nape of my neck. "St-st-st-stop... I can't laugh or raise my voice." That stuttering is me not trying to laugh. He presses his finger a little more, earning a very strange noise from me. "It feels great. Okay, you've got your answer." His fingers were then replaced with his lips.

"You sly dog..." I held onto to James as he planted soft kisses up and down my neck. I covered my mouth with my free hand as the kisses transitioned from being soft and caring to passionate and tender. "Jimmy, calm down. I don't want to wake anyone else up." He pulled away to kiss me. So much tenderness and care, this is a true kiss! I love this boy. I glanced over his shoulder and pointed at his alarm clock. It's already five. "Jimmy, I have to go back before they notice I'm gone." Not talking to anyone for a week and disappearing is not a good sign.

"On ne peut pas rester longtemps comme ça." -We can't stay like this for long.- He retorted back to kissing my neck, ran my fingers up his neck as he did so. "Keep talking like that... I'll hold you even longer.." I suppose this is fair I did interrupt him while he was sleeping and this is his way of getting me back for waking him up. "Un si mauvais garçon." -I'm not translating that one. It has boy in it, that's all- "Where am I gonna sleep, tho?" I yawn. "With me. Obviously." He lays on his side and holds me. "We don't mention this to Gary." Fully noted. "Got it." But I want to make a joke out of this, I mean. This dude had me speaking French and in bed. This would be hilarious to tell Gary.

7:00 am

"Hey, Jimmy wake up. We need to talk." Is that Gary? Why now? The doorknob starts to fidget around before the lock pops. He's has a damn lock picking kit? Dude? I nudge Jimmy awake and he responds. I shimmy out of his arms and hide underneath the bed. As I adjust myself his door opens. Talk about the forced entry. "Damn, don't believe in knocking, huh?" I hope I don't snore. This is bad. The boys start talking and I'm already on my train to the snooze cruise. One eye open and the other closes. I pick up a magazine lying next to me and flip through it. So all boys keep porn in their rooms? Cool! I take that back. No, not cool at all. I'm only seeing silicone and rubber, where's the men's section. I heard about that "sus" side of Jimmy. It's here somewhere.