Page 17 of Torn

Calm down,I tell my reflection.Stop being a loser prude. Relax, have fun, and get this milestone out of the way. Stop being the class weirdo.

I open the door, prepared to attempt to have some fun, to find Jason right outside.

“Hey. I was just going to ask if you were coming out.” His blue eyes are glazed, his voice slightly slurred. He doesn’t move from the doorway to let me by. Instead, his gaze drifts down to mychest before he leans in to kiss me, his hands circling my waist, pulling me against him.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Kenzi…” His hands move down my body to paw my ass through the thin material of my dress.

“Jason…” I try to squirm from his touch, but he backs me up against the sink, his lips coming down hard on mine again.

“I’ve been waiting weeks to get you like this…” His hands slide up and squeeze my breasts, his fingers pulling the delicate fabric aside. “God, your tits are fucking amazing…”

His head bows down to dive into my cleavage and I take that as an opportunity to grab his hands and push him away.

“I’m sorry… can we kinda slow down…?” My heart rate picks up speed, but not from desire. I’m panicking, not sure how to get away from him. The way he’s touching me is making me feel dirty and scared.

His hand snakes around my neck and a grin flashes across his face. “I’ll go as slow as you want, baby.” He kisses me again and the taste of alcohol on him makes me queasy. “You’ve got the body of a fuckin’ porn star, Kenzi.” His hands are everywhere, on my ass, on my breasts, trying to pull my dress up my thighs.

“What?” I try to pull away from him, feeling my face flush. I don’t even know what he’s talking about but it doesn’t sound like a compliment I want.

“This ass and these huge tits.” He nips at my neck. “All these fucking curves.” He slides his hands from my breasts down to my ass, then brings one hand between us, shoving it between my legs, bunching the fabric of my dress up against me. “All the guys want to fuck you, and half the girls, too. You’re hot as fucking hell.”

Disgusted, I push him off me, and he stumbles, feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Stop. I don’t want to do this.”

He comes back at me. “No, no, no. We’re not playing this gameanymore, Kenzi. For weeks you’ve been teasing me and I can’t take any more.” He tries to kiss me again, but I duck away from him and slam my hands into his chest.

“Jason, stop. I mean it.”

His eyes go dark. “What the fuck? You think I paid all this money for this room so we can sit here and talk?”

I bite back tears. “I’m sorry. I’ll give you the money for the room.”

“You think your little rich spoiled ass is too good to be fucked by me?”

“No, not at all.” I swallow hard, his anger feeding my fear. “I’m just not ready for this.”

He sneers at me. “Not ready? Your body was made to get fucked, Kenzi. The faster you accept it, the better off we’ll be. Now shut up and let’s have some fun.”

“Fuck you, Jason. You’re a drunk asshole.”

I push past him and get myself out of the tiny bathroom, but he follows me, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. “Come on, Kenzi. Stop being a cock tease.”

“I’m not trying to be one!”

“Why the hell do you think you’re here?” He slams his fist against the wall.

“I didn’t agree to be here with you, Jason. This was Chloe’s idea, not mine. Why are you acting like this? I’ll give you your money back, I just want to go home.”

His lip actually curls at me. “Fuck off, Kenzi. I’m outta here. There are plenty of chicks here who aren’t stuck-up bitches. Too bad your body’s wasted on such a cold, stupid bitch.” He storms out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him.

Deep breaths aren’t doing much to calm me. No one’s ever talked to me like that before or said such ugly things to me. Sitting on the bed, I try to gather my wits. I could lock the door and stayhere till morning, tell Chloe what happened, and get a ride home. But what if Jason comes back? He still has his room key. I can’t sleep in this room knowing he could come back in at any time.

I pick up my bag and head for the lobby, trying to figure out where I can go. I could call a cab, but they’ll have to bring me home and then my dad will know something went wrong. One look at me and he’ll know, and I can’t do that to him now when he’s right in the midst of working on a new album. If I get him all distracted with my drama, it will interfere with his creativity because he’ll immediately feel like he has to do something to fix this for me. I refuse to do that to him.

Rayne would come get me, but she’ll want to track Jason down and tell him off and make a big crazy scene.

There’s only one other person I know who will come get me in the middle of the night without question.

I count to ten and press his contact image on my phone screen, and it rings four times before he answers.

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