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Once the orgasm had faded, I leaned down, my cock still inside her, breathing hard. Jaz didn’t push me off, didn’t force me to pull out; she breathed as hard as I did, as lost in what we just did as I was.
This…there truly would be no coming back from this. Somehow, I knew I would have my hands full with her even more now.
Eventually I pulled myself out of her, the condom slick with her juices and heavy with my cum. I pulled it off as I lay beside her, dropping it to the floor, away from the clothes. For a moment, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I got myself into by giving in, by having her.
Jaz rolled onto her side, turning toward me. She nuzzled against my chest, cuddling against me as she draped an arm over my stomach and a leg over mine. “Well,” she whispered, still a bit out of breath, “that was…not what I was expecting.”
I turned my head to glance at her, giving her a look. She felt good, leaning against me.
“I really did just want some self-defense lessons,” she went on, sighing into my chest. “Then you had to go and be all cute and grouchy and…” She sighed.
Me? Cute and grouchy? What kind of drugs was this girl on?
“Yeah,” I muttered, frowning—because if I didn’t frown, I’d probably smile, “and you had to go and be all obstinate and annoying, so…”
“So, we naturally fucked,” she spoke, smiling against me. “Totally makes sense when you put it like that.”
Oh, God. This girl…
What was I going to do with this girl?
She startled me by kissing my chest, getting up and hopping off the bed. I watched her ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes, slipping on her underwear, first. “As much as I’d like to stay, I need to get home,” she said, tossing me a look, a glimmer in those dark eyes that made my dick twitch in remembrance.
I could go for another round…but she was right. I should get her home.
As I heaved myself up, I wanted to laugh at myself. So much for keeping her at arm’s length. So much for keeping myself impartial to her. Jaz had come into my life like a tornado and fucked everything up, left everything where it didn’t belong, and yet here I was, welcoming her to destroy me more.
If anyone was going to destroy what little was left of me, she would.
Chapter Nineteen – Jaz
I sat in Bobbi’s car, staring out the window. It was still a bit too cold out to have the windows rolled down. Bobbi must be a freeze baby, because she had the heat on full blast, too. Wore a big, puffy coat even though I was fine in a hoodie. I wore my favorite torn-up jeans, along with my ankle-high boots. It was an outfit I would’ve worn with my faux leather jacket, but that piece of clothing was still shoved in my closet.
Not that I thought about it much.
Right now, in fact, it was hard for me to focus on what Bobbi was saying. Something about the plan, what would happen at the winter formal. Kind of felt stupid calling it that, since the dance was held at the end of February, but I guess February was still technically winter in America. Depending on where you were, you could still get plenty of snow.
Thankfully, here in Midpark, it rarely snowed, or even stayed cold enough to let the clouds leak that fluffy white shit.
No, it was hard to focus on the matter at hand, because my mind was still busy replaying what happened yesterday after school. I know, I know, you’d think, after a full night’s sleep and a morning where I had nothing but time to think about it, I would’ve thought about it enough.
But apparently not. Apparently, this brain of mine could not get over the fact that I’d slept with Jacob Hall.
If there was one person I would’ve guessed that I never would’ve liked, let alone liked enough to sleep with, based on first impressions, it would’ve been Jacob. He dismissed me outright at first, but he’d grown on me—and I’d grown on him, if what he’d told me last night was the truth.
Man, I could go for seeing him again. He was a nice distraction. When I was with him, I didn’t have to think about the others, about how complicated everything was. Things could be simple when I was with Jacob.
Plus, I meant it when I said I loved his grouchiness. Couldn’t say why, but I did.
“They’ll vote on king and queen the Friday before, in homeroom,” Bobbi was busy saying as she drove us to the mall. I had my wallet on my lap—no purse, because I hated purses—the money I’d taken back from my mom ready to be blown on a stupid dress I’d only wear once.
It was fine, though. Mom’s van had been fixed, and she and Ollie had gone to pick it up while I was with Jacob. Things were actually starting to look up, near rape aside.
“My friend has ninth period study hall, so she works in the office. She’ll be the one tallying up the votes and printing out the ballot Principal Wash will be reading from at the dance.” Bobbi paused, shooting me a look. Her highlighted hair was pulled in a ponytail, makeup expertly done around her eyes and face, beautiful contouring I would never be able to do myself.
Her light eyes were alive with hope and ideas; Bobbi was honestly just as excited about all of this as me. It was clear she didn’t like Brittany…no one else had ever wanted to get back at her so badly, before me. Everyone else cared too much about the possible repercussions of going against her, so they swallowed her bullying. Me? No fucking way I could do that, not after everything she did.
I didn’t tell Bobbi about what happened on Monday. Since Archer had intervened, Ryan and his friends kept their mouths shut. Bobbi also didn’t know about me being drugged at the party, either. She thought I was just humiliated—and I was. I was absolutely humiliated.
