Chapter 7 #2
Jeff swoops me off my feet, taking me to the bed, before gently laying me down.
“I’ve been waiting for this.” He kisses my neck as his fingers slide up my shirt.
“Let me see what you’ve been tempting me with, sweet thing.
” He starts undressing me, removing my shirt first, exposing my bare stomach, his short facial hair gliding against the barrier where my pants meet my skin, as he pops the buttons eagerly.
My heart races as he slides my jeans down my legs, leaving me in only my bra and underwear.
I brought him up here; I wanted this. My mind tries to talk me out of giving myself to him, I remind myself, he’s the only one who wants me, even if it is just for sex.
I just want to be wanted, even if it‘s only for a minute–here he is sliding his hands around my exposed body, kissing every inch, praising it. “So sexy, Lilla.” His deep voice growls as the heat of his breath trails between my thighs. The soft words make me feel seen, his touch makes my skin vibrate with anticipation. His finger loops into the top of my underwear, and just when I think he’s going to pull them down, the door swings open.
I startle, quickly lifting my leg to hide my barren body as Ava struts in, her posse trailing behind her. Jeff jumps off me, and Ava starts clapping. What the fuck is this? I sit up, shielding myself from their eyes.
“Well done, Jeff. Didn’t think you could get her so easily.
What a whore.” Ava pulls out her phone, because of course she's got a handheld with a built-in camera, aiming it at me, trying to capture my moment of weakness.
Tears stream down my cheeks, with no way of holding them back.
A rush of anxiety rushes through me, my breath becomes labored, and my skin begins to burn in all the places he touched.
This was a trap. He… he did this for her…
to hurt me… Just as the camera flashes, it rips me from my growing thoughts, and I watch as her phone flies out of her hands.
“Jace! What the fuck!” She yells at him, her grand prize.
He scrolls through her phone, his fingers pushing buttons intensely, then he chucks it at the wall, cracking it on contact.
I jump as the phone ricochets off the wall, and all of her friends start backing out of the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you were just a bitch, but this, this is fucking evil.” He stalks over to Jeff, who is backing up towards the wall.
My mind tells me to look at the bastard who brought me up here, but my heart begs me not to.
The one time I do something I want, it blows up in my face, the one time I free myself from the awful thoughts, something happens to remind me, they are true.
My mind wins over my heart, like always, when my reddened eyes find his; he looks enthused.
“I didn’t touch her, man. I undressed her and kissed her, that’s all.” He lifts his hands as if the truth is written on his palms.
“That’s all?” Jace lunges for him, punching him right in the face, sending blood shooting out of his nose. Not so funny now, dick. “You took her up here knowing this was Ava’s plan. You set her up!” He smiles, laughing in Jace’s face as blood drips down his face.
I watch as Jace balls his fists once more, sending them into his face, once again. “Get the fuck out, all of you!” His yell startles everyone, and they all file out, all but Ava.
“Come on, Jace, she isn’t worth it, you said so yourself… Let’s get out of here.” I watch with tears in my eyes as he marches to Ava, who is standing in the doorway.
His chest rises and falls as he backs her up out of the room, “No, you have it so very wrong. You aren’t worth it. Whatever we are, we’re done. Get the fuck out.” He slams the door in her face.
My lungs beg for air as I cover my body, scared to move.
He takes a moment, running his hands through his thick hair, before turning around and walking towards me.
I cover myself, embarrassed and ashamed of the mistake I’ve made.
Tears run down my face, unable to stop them.
He sits on the edge of the bed and shakes his head.
“I’m so fucking sorry, I had no idea she would ever do anything like this.
I deleted the pictures.” Jace leans down and grabs my discarded shirt and pants, “Let’s get you dressed.
I’ll take you home.” I look down at his bloodied knuckles.
Slowly, he grabs my chin, making my eyes meet his.
“This isn’t your fault.” I can hear his words, but my thoughts are louder.
He sets my shirt over my head, then stands and turns away.
I slide my pants on and sit back on the bed.
“I don’t want to go out there.” My head falls, ashamed. My chest is on fire, burning with anxiety and fear. My eyes burn as heat radiates up my neck, making my once-tan skin blotchy red.
“You have to face it sometime, and now is better than later. She’s the problem, not you.
You were doing a normal teenage thing; she wasn’t.
What she did was evil, and no one is going to say shit with me by your side.
Come on, I’m taking you home. I’m not asking.
” I take his hand and follow him out of the room, where I almost gave up the only part of myself that hasn't been tainted.