Get Out of My Room!

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Why did I do this? Why? This is the best you could do to distract him? Really Jane?

The next few seconds went in slow motion. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole and die. And it was my own fault for being a dumbass.

"Y...you...I can't believe you'd rather have me see you naked than let me read your diary. Un fucking believable," Jake shook his head and burst into laughter.

"Ugh! I don't know! It's all your fault. You pushed me too far. You are so cruel. I hate you!" I screamed, which turned into sobs. Tears started to fall down my cheeks before I could control them. I hated my body. Now Jake saw it. He saw all of it!

Jake looks like he was taken aback by my outburst. He quickly picked up the blanket from my bed and ran towards me then covered me up.

"Hey, stop that. Why are you crying?" he said awkwardly. This shouldn't make him feel uncomfortable because he makes people cry all time, right?

"B...because you saw me naked. I don't like people to look at my body," I sniffled.

"Jesus..." he muttered under his breath. He looked at me again. His eyes were dark, but they didn't look cold this time. "I didn't see anything, so stop crying," he tried to reassure me.

"Yes, you did! You stared right at it. And I know you are going to make fun of it now," I said and looked down.

"Why would I make fun of it, you weirdo? You have such pretty boo...I mean, I don't know because I didn't see anything. So I won't," he said quickly.

I wiped my tears and looked up. "Really?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes. Except for the part where you did this, so I don't read your stupid diary. It's too ridiculous. I'm probably gonna make fun of you for that for the rest of your life," he smirked.

I smiled. "Do your worst, jerk," I said. I was already feeling better. Jake didn't look all that disgusted by my body, so that's good, I guess.

"You've piqued my interest now. What's in that diary that is so important?" he looked at me curiously.

"Eh...you don't need to know. Secrets obviously," I let out an awkward laugh.

"I bet you wrote dirty things about me in there, which is why you can't let me see it," he said casually.

"Whaa...no way! I like Aaron, remember? I can't stand you," I shook my head no.

"Are you sure? Then tell me why do you like him?" he asked, turning serious again.

"He is better looking and nicer and a better kisser...I mean, my guess is he is a better kisser, but I wouldn't know, but I'm guessing it's true because you are an asshole, and you suck! I announced

"Oh yeah? Let's test out that theory, shall we?" he grinned.

"Huh?" I didn't like where this was going. "What are you talking about?"

" Let's see who the better kisser is," he kept walking toward me until my back was against the wall. He trapped me between his arms and leaned closer to my face.

"Jake, stop messing around," I said with a shaky breath.

He cupped my cheeks and stared at me intensely, then smashed his lips against mine.

A fire ignited inside of me when Jake started kissing me. He sucked on my lower lips, then his insistent mouth slowly parted my trembling lips, which sent wild goosebumps all over my body. The heat rose in my cheeks as his tongue slipped inside of my mouth, gently at first, but then it became demanding.

Jake Morris is kissing me, my inner thought shouted.

I let go of the blanket without even realizing it and put my hands on his chest to grip his shirt. He moved fast and grabbed the blanket before it fell on the ground, which he then tightly wrapped around my body and held it so it would stay in its place. This boy can be weirdly considerate sometimes, I thought.

My hands automatically gripped his hair, and I pulled him closer to kiss him back. My entire body felt hot and tingly. He tilted my head and deepened the kiss as if I wasn't having a hard time breathing already. I moaned in his mouth. Is he trying to suffocate me with this kiss?

Jake Morris is kissing me, and I was kissing him back like a hungry beast. The reality hit me again, and I screamed internally.

I felt something hard between my legs, and my eyes snapped open. I broke the kiss immediately.

"Jake...wha...what..." I could barely form a sentence as my mind went completely blank. He was still holding on to me. I could hear his heart thumping against his chest.

"Mm...you taste just like I imagined," he practically growled in my ears.

"Y...you...what you mean you imagined?" I stammered. "Since when?" I could hardly recognize my own voice as it sounded breathy and whispery.

"It doesn't matter since when. What matters is that I want you. And judging from the way you responded, it is safe to say that you want me too," he smirked.

I felt so confused. I didn't know what I wanted. On one hand, I felt like I had feelings for Aaron, and on the other...

"We shouldn't be doing this. I am supposed to be going out with Aaron. He actually likes me. And you, you just want to play with me!" I exclaimed.

"That's not what I am doing," Jake protested.

"Then what are you doing? You told me yesterday I was your plaything, didn't you?" I said and backed away from him.

Those were his exact words at school, so excuse me for not trusting him right away. I have been dissed by people too many times to fall on his feet just because we shared a passionate kiss.

He went quiet at first. His eyes gazed into mine for the longest time. "Yeah, I said that, but..."

"But what, Jake? Just because you are a great kisser, I am supposed to jump into your lap? You don't care about me. You just want to get laid," I cried.

"Is that what you think what's happening?" he sneered at me. His demeanor suddenly turned dark. "You think I just kissed you because I want to fuck you? But so what if I do? Don't try to pretend like you don't want me," he pointed out.

"I am not going to deny the attraction I am feeling toward you, but that doesn't mean I'll let you have me whenever you want either. You don't even think I am pretty. You called me plain Jane remember? I am not going to be another girl you use and throw away," I said. My eyes started to tear up, but I didn't care.

"You know what, Jane, if that's what you think of me, then so be it. I don't give a fuck. You don't know what the hell you want, so when you figure it out, come find me," Jake said angrily and proceeded to climb down the window.

"You can use the front door, you know," I yelled.

"Fuck your front door and fuck your insecurities!" Jake yelled back while climbing.

"That was uncalled for, you asswipe! I am not insecure!" I yelled out the window, but he was already gone.

I sighed, knowing that Jake was right. I was letting my insecurities get in the way of my desires. But how can I trust a guy who only dated the most beautiful and voluptuous girls in our school? I couldn't let myself get carried away and end up getting heartbroken, and that's the fact.