"You want attention?", I try to fill in.
"Not just attention, it's more than that"
"You sound like you just want at-"
"You", she cuts me off. "I don't only want attention, I want you"
Fuck me, it definitely feels better when she says it sober.
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Jealous? As If.
"Look at that pretty girl over there", I tap Jackson's shoulder to bring his attention to the absolute goddess in the middle of this Target.
If I was jealous would I be showing him other pretty girls right now?
"Where?", he takes his attention off his phone to search for the strange girl.
Wait a damn minute.
"I'm right here", I pull his attention back to me.
"Ah yes, she is the prettiest girl I have ever seen."
"Keep 'em coming", I try to fight my smile.
Gosh, can he see my head getting bigger? Maybe this why he never compliments me.
"She's the most beautiful, gorgeous, enticing, alluring", with every synonym he tilts it's his head closer to me, "tempting" and with the last word he places a less than friendly kiss on my neck.
Well, shit. Friends don't do that.
I've never been kissed like that before. Is it supposed to be tingling like this? Am I supposed to be as excited as i am? Are the butterflies in my stomach supposed to be flapping as they are now?
"My fucking bad. Friends don't do that", Jackson begins to talk but gets interrupted by the cashier calling for the next costumer.
I want him to do it again. No, I need him to do it again. I just want to know if the snake of pleasure wrapping itself around my spine and forcing me to stand still is normal. I want to know that if he does it a second time, for longer this time will my heart still flutter the same.
"Thank you", he thanks the cashier before leaving me in the store.
I can still feel the imprint of his lips on my neck. I barely felt them at first but my brain still somehow engraved their softness in my mind.
I want him to do it again.
I need him to do it again.
I am begging him to do it again.
"Veronica I am so sorry for putting my lips on you without your consent. I have no idea what was going through my mind and I have no excuse for my actions. I know that you and I are just friends"
"Do it again", I interrupt him.
I seemed to have put him in a state of shock.
"Jackson?", I call him cautiously, anticipating his anger.
"Please, um, plea- just", he stumbles over his words.
"You want me to get in the car?", I ask.
"Yeah, do that for me please"
Flustered.
I have never seen this emotion on him before.
"If I get in the car will you do it again?", I ask with caution.
"Get in the car or I will leave you here", ok so clearly he's angry.
He's been getting really angry these last couple days. As if I'm his child or something. What type of friendship is this where I have to be scared to say-
"Are you coming?", his words cut off my thoughts.
That's a complicated question.
"Yes", I rush inside in hopes of not upsetting him further.
Fuck him.
"Fuck you", I voice my thoughts. Who is he to make me feel nervous around him?
"Fuck you", he responds with just as much anger in his voice.
Fuck him.
"You don't get to be angry Jackson", I drag his name out to add emphasis, "I'm the only one who gets to feel any type of way about this and my first reaction wasn't even anger"
"Put on your seatbelt", he ignores my words.
"I will do as I please", I sass him all while putting my seatbelt on.
He's so damn annoying.
Talking to me crazy as if he had lost his mind and demanding that I do shit. What if I didn't want to put on my seatbelt? Huh, who is he to tell me what to do?
"I'm going to my place for a little to put down the bag, please wait in the car for me.", he requests as he pulls out the parking lot.
"I will do as I please.", I repeat.
I will not have somebody's dusty, crusty son tell me what to do.
