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Chapter 2: Screw It

Rating: M

~Jade's point of view~

Tuesday, January 29, 2013 8:00am

I woke up in a very crimson red room. It wasn't too dark, but it wasn't too bright. Brick red, yeah. I guess you could call it that. The room hard a black dresser that seemed to stretch from one walk to the other against the wall with a mirror that sat on it. I checked myself in the mirror. The last thing I remembered, I had fallen asleep watching the Addams Family with André. And then my memory flashed to me being placed in this exact room, grabbing onto André's arm as he laid me into the bed and I had my pajamas on. And the next thing I knew, my alarm had went off for me to get ready for school. Fuck, I didn't think I was going to spend the night.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." A male voice erupted, leaning agains the frame of the bedroom door I slept in. My head immediately snapped towards the door, gazing at him.

"Grr...," I growled at him with my vision still hazy. "Why are you so cheerful this early? I hate mornings."

"My bad." The figure said, raising his hands I'm mock surrender as he walked towards me. He sat on the bed as I wiped my eyes. When my vision finally came, I saw André sitting next to me in a white tee shirt, cotton plaid pajamas, and black slippers. He looked good even when he went to sleep. I took a breath, smelling his cologne. God, how long did that stuff last? Forever? Shit, he smelled good. I even hinted the cocoa butter from last night. I touched his hair, sniffing my fingers. He laughed. "Do you like the way my hair smells, or something?"

"Yes!" I hissed with a tiny smile on my face. "Other than those ridiculous Christmas colored plaid pajama pants, you look good. What kind of cologne do you use? Eternal by God?! I mean, damn."

He flashed a crooked smile. Oh, okay. He's trying to show off now. Can you hate to like someone? Is that possible? I don't care. I hate André and his cockiness, yet I wouldn't change it one bit. "You like the way I smell, huh?"

"No, actually, I hate it. Of course I like it. I- uh, nevermind. Anyways, where's breakfast?" I asked as I started to search for my bra. I know it had to be around the room somewhere. I don't sleep with a bra on. My breasts are to huge for that.

"I think I know what you where going to say. And if you ever want to shower with me, you can Jadelyn." He said, holding up my bra. I grabbed it quickly out of his hand not at all looking at his huge..., fingers. Nope. Nope.

"I hate you, shut up. I want my coffee."

"You don't hate me, and that scares you. And not horror film scares you, it emotionally scares you. You know it, and I know it. I'm not going to rush you. Now, I may tease you along the way, but I'll wait forever for you Jadelyn."

I looked at him as he rose from the bed. "Don't-"

"Call you that, I know. Get used to it. I'll be downstairs in the kitchen making hash browns and your coffee is being prepared right now. Don't worry about your clothes, I took care of that. See you in a few." André said, slapping his hand softly on the frame off the door he was leaning on before heading downstairs.

I pulled the straps of my tank top down, putting on my bra, pulling the little things on them down so my boobs could be in an up-right position. If André was going to tease me, then what a better way for me to get revenge than to tease right back? And today is my second day of my cycle. I was still bleeding, but it didn't hurt as much. So after a bathroom break, felling "refreshed", I searched through my bag for my best perfume. It doesn't have a dark name, so I won't reveal it, but the smell is amazing. I sprayed a little of it, pulled my breasts into my bra, making sure they were perky enough. I quickly took another round of midol before heading downstairs. "Hey Mr. and Mrs. Harris, good morning." I said as sweetly as I could, waving my hand. They each looked at each other. "What? Am I not allowed to try and be nice once in my life? Cut me some slack!"

"Aah. There's the Jade we all know, and are slightly terrified of, good morning." Mr. Harris responded, smiling at me. His wife slapped him on his chest.

"Pay no attention to the often idiotic thoughts that escape my husbands mouth." Mrs. Harris said. I laughed. Not because it was funny (even though it was), but because she reminded me of myself. Feisty, and out spoken. They've been married for 19 years. They got together about four years before they had André, so they've actually been together for 23 years. Man, I hope that I have a long relationship like them. They worked well together.

"Alright. I won't. But I do have to deal with the wonderful ideas of your son, so...," I shrugged. "I guess it's not so bad." I smiled at the way Mr. Harris held his wife. Like at any moment, someone was going to take her, and he'd fight until he couldn't fight anymore to keep her in his arms. Safe. My heart raced at the sight. I guess that's what I wanted deep down. Security. Maybe that's why I was so brash and rude towards people. Because I was protecting myself. And only I knew what from. I just never said anything out loud.

I walked towards the kitchen, grinning at the sight of André cooking. It smelled great. Almost as good as he did. I saw my cup of coffee waiting for me on the island, and my body gravitated towards it. I grabbed the grande sized cup with two hands, sipping it smoothly down my throat. Ahh.., I could get used to this. I sat down on a bar stool as I watched André prepare our plates. "Did you make enough for your parents?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, laughing softly. "My pops took care of momma dukes this morning. In more ways than one. Trust me they're fine."

"Ew, Dré!" I squished my face in disgust.

"You couldn't hear it anyway. Their private sex room is hiding somewhere in their bedroom, and the walls are sound proof. I have one too. It's just not on this floor. This floor is their territory. Upstairs is mine, and the basement is family stuff. We do family things on this floor too, don't get me wrong...," He sighed. "Look..., you're going to be around a lot more anyways..., you'll get it before the month is over. Trust me." He winked at me, as he walked two plates to the table, sitting mine next to his. André pulled out my chair, scooting me closer, as he grabbed the jelly and orange juice. He grabbed my hand, told me to close my eyes and two minutes later, said "In Jesus name, Amen." So he was a Christian? I assumed so, but I guess if I wanted to be with him, I would have to get it right with this God first. And no, I didn't have a problem with it. I'm not an atheist. Yes I dress like one, don't make me stab your eyes out. It's my choice. God knows my heart. Anyways...,

I grabbed my bacon, chewing on it before entering some scrambled eggs in my mouth. My mouth almost drooled. "Wow..., you're a great cook." I complimented, covering my mouth as I talked. "So, are you telling me what to do now? I'm going to be around a lot more anyways? You never answered me about my ass anyways."

He nodded his head, swallowing down his food. "Yeah I did. You wanted to hear me say that I've been looking at your ass, and I want to smack it. That's kind of stereotypical Jade. I mean..., yes, I've had those thoughts, but I didn't want to tell you those things because I didn't want to seem..., too black I guess? I love my culture, I embrace it. But oftentimes, I don't like to live up to the stereotypes of my culture. That doesn't mean that I won't say something about your ass, or your curves, or your breasts." André shrugged slightly. "I just wanted to say that you deserve better, because you do. Even though you say that you don't like romantic shit, your eyes say something different. Right now, my focus is on wooing you. And if that means me bossing you around a bit to get you out of your comfort zone, than that's exactly what I'm going to do. And let's be honest Jade...," André say up a little straighter in his chair. "You want a man that won't be afraid to boss you around, one with a backbone that won't think twice about throwing you against a wall and having his way with you. And trust me, I'm that. Yes, I let Tori run me like crazy and I let her wear the pants in our fucked up 'relationship', but with you, it's different. It's like you help me be more of a man. You help me get the backbone that I need not only as a grown man, but the backbone I'm going to need to handle you the way that you need. And the way that you want. The way that you crave. You crave pain, and by pain, I mean sexual pain. Bdsm pain. I can only imagine the ways you've thought about having sex. And as long as I don't end up in the hospital from one of your little experiments, I'll be good."

I stared at him, speechless. "I don't know what to say, that's a lot to take in. Ummm...,"

"I don't think I've ever seen you speechless. Ha. I like it. I bought you a new outfit and boots after you feel asleep. I couldn't sleep, so I ordered from that store you always shop at. They knew your shoe size and everything. They said you've been looking at some shirt with rips on the arms, so I got that and they got everything else. They brought it over this morning. It's waiting for you in the bathroom upstairs."

"Holy shit, you didn't." I said, my eyes getting bigger with every sentence he said. "I've been saving up for that shirt for almost a whole month. It's like eighty bucks."

"I did. I know how much it cost. I don't mind. You needed something to wear to school, and I got you just that. I knew that if you would've came to school wearing the same clothes, people would've been talking. I don't want you to go threw that ever. I know you can handle yourself, but I can't help my natural intuition to want to protect you. I get it from my Dad. I told you that I'll take care of you. Don't think of it as a bribe, because it's far from that. I like you. I wanted to. Deal with it. Get upstairs, wash up, get changed. I'll be waiting for you down here. I already took my shower."

"Oh, I know. I know. Could you keep my food warm?"

"Yeah, I got you." He replied, watching me as I got out my seat, walking past him towards the stairs. Before I could leave the dining area, his hands grabbed my hips, he stood up, and kissed me slowly and tenderly on my lips. I groaned silently as I kissed him back. After a few seconds, he released my lips, looking at me.

"What?" I asked, watching him as he stared at me.

"You're just beautiful." André replied as he kept staring at me. Trying to get him to tell me what was on his mind was going to possibly drive me insane. He kissed my forehead, releasing me to go towards the bathroom. I was almost one hundred percent sure that he was staring at my ass while I walked away.

~30 minutes later~

I stepped out of the shower, drying off my hair. I looked at the pile of clothes that laid on the top of the toilet. No matter how many times I looked at them I'm disbelief, the shirt I've been saving for still sat there along with a new lair for spiky black boots from Doc Martin. Those are very expensive. I don't know how to handle this. I'm not used to being spoiled. I'm used to saving up to get what I want. I'm not saying that André doesn't know the value of a dollar, because I know he does. If it came down to an expensive dinner, or just a freshly prepared hamburger on the streets of California paired with a pop, I know he'd chose the latter over the former. I pulled up my underwear (at least I remembered to bring a fresh pair) after I put on my tampon, putting my feet one after another into my black tights, and the red skirt that came with André's order. I sighed softly as I pulled my new boots on. Man, they were pretty. I can't believe someone would actually do something so nice for me.

I pulled my bra back on, my tank top, and the same shirt that I've been watching for weeks. "It's finally mine. Something so simple, and I got it fast. Just like that. Overnight." This is baffling to me. No matter how much I say it, I still can't believe I have it. "Shake it off Jade. You have to get used to being treated with care instead of distaste like usual. Shake it off." I shook my head as I put on my makeup for the day.

~5 minutes later~

I grabbed my purse, my backpack, and my phone, heading down the stairs to see André waiting for me like he said. He wore a black long sleeve top like mine. But without the cuts on the sleeves. He had on dark jeans and all black sneakers. He also had on one of those expensive leather backpacks that had "MCM" or something like that. I hoped that it was faux leather. "Did that come wrapped in the cow skin too? I'm sure that they had the branding on it. Where is it?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's not really leather. Same company, fake leather." André shrugged. "I got it specially made."

"Don't let this rich shit get to you. Dré." I said, examining him."you should put your hair in a ponytail. I haven't seen that in a while."

"You like to see my neck? What are you, a vampire?" He asked, pulling off a rubber band from his wrist, tying it around his dreads tightly.

I looked at his exposed neck, and smirked. "I might be." I said, touching his neck. I walked down another step, looking at him as my hand wrapped around the back of his neck. I was still confused about everything. I wasn't used to this. Being pulled in, instead of pushed away. How do I handle this?

"You gonna kiss me, or nah?" André asked.

I blinked. "Well now that you ask, no. I wanted to just do it when I felt it, but now that I feel all forced...," I shrugged, walking past him towards the front door only to be slammed against it, feeling his lips against mine. I wanted to kick him in his crotch because of the way the back of my head hit the door. Was I bleeding? Fuck, it didn't matter. I closed my eyes, leaning my head to the left, softly sucking on his bottom lip as I whimpered softly. His left hand traveled up my right leg. I felt his hand grip my thigh again. Except this time, it was underneath my thigh, traveling towards my ass. I threw my head back as his tongue rolled down my neck, followed by his mouth. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks firmly, while his tongue flicked at my shoulder blade. Fuck, he was good. "Dré...," I moaned holding onto his neck firmly. "Stop...," Don't stop. "We can't." We should. "Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after. I'm on my period." Fuck, I'm on my period. He looked at me with hazy, lustful eyes. Don't look at me like that.

He let me down slowly. "I swear on Bruno Mars, when you're off your period, I'm having my way with you rather you like it or not."

I chuckled. "What happened to taking it slow?"

"Screw it. But then again..., I might wait to have actual sex with you. Just make sure you take a shower."

"Um. Ok." I pressed my eyebrows together in confusion as he lowered me down to the ground. He opened the front door, letting me exit first.

3:30 pm

"Alright pipsqueaks, today we are going to be doing a favor for your favorite teacher."

"Oh great," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Guilt trip day two. What do you want us to do for you? Build you an island and fill it with whores so you can sleep with them? Oh wait, Beck's already beat you to it." I smirked darkly between Sikowitz and Beck.

"Hey! I am not a whore!" She replied.

"Hmm, right. That's what you want to say to make yourself feel better."

"You were on a BREAK."

"Alright, ROSS GELLER. It doesn't excuse the fact of what you did."

"You weren't even dating. For like, months. He was in a rough breakup with-"

"Wait, WHAT?! Not only were we on a break, but before two months were over, you were in another relationship-oh, excuse me, a BREAK...- with someone else?!" I was getting furious. My heart started to race and I could feel my face turning red. There was no calming me down, no. I was just getting started. "WHOM?! Who was it?! Tell me. NOW!"

Beck jumped in his chair slightly. "You don't know her. Not completely anyways."

"Not completely?! Not completely?! Who? Is it?" I pressed my nails into the skin of my palm.

"You'll find out. When the time is right. Just..., calm down."

"Calm. Down? Just you just-?" I chuckled sarcastically. "Don't tell me to calm down, because you can't make me. I'm not going to calm down just because you say so anymore. You don't own me. If I had half a mind, I'd slap the shit out of you. But if I started, I might not stop." André grabbed my forearm. I pressed my top and bottom teeth together, grinding them in frustration. I bit down on the inside of my left cheek as he lowered me onto his lap, rubbing his left hand up and down my arm. I laid my head onto his shoulder. We didn't say anything. We didn't have to. He was my comfort zone. If he couldn't calm me down, no one else could.

Mr. Sikowitz stood at the bottom stair. "Um, wow." He muttered, clearing his throat afterward. "I was going to suggest that we try and find old Mr. Sikowitz a car. I figured, it's about time that I get 'in tune' with this new fad of automobiles. But you know what? Screw it. Beck and Jade obviously can't go two minutes- less known, seconds- without wanting to rip each other's throats out. I needed your guys' assistance because..., I've met someone. I realize this is an awkward situation to bring this up, but she's honestly everything I've ever wanted in a women. Not my mother. Ha. Seriously though, I was hoping to take some advice from you kids on revamping my style and wardrobe and getting me a license-believe it or not, I am an excellent driver. I've been taking driving lessons for the past six months and today is my last day. I don't know, I just wanted something new, something fresh, something exciting. I want to change everything but keep the essence of my hippie mindset. But if you guys just want to turn into this vicious group of animals rather than help me while spending our last week together, then by all means..., screw it." I sat up straight as Sikowitz grabbed his beat up messenger bag, heading towards the back door. He grabbed onto the doorknob."I'll brainstorm something different for us to do. Plant trees, grow love and all that hippie chizz. Goodbye." He said, slamming the door.

I slouched back into André's lap. Damn, I knew I wasn't afraid to speak my mind, but if I had known it would've turned into this tragedy where everyone but André was shaking their heads in disappointment- including a devastated Mr. Sikowitz- I would've kept my mouth shut.

Sneak Peak-

Chap 3: Behave

Wednesday, January 30, 2013 8:30am

I had just entered the bathroom, pulling down my pajama pants and underwear, pulling out my tampon to see no trace of blood. Oh, thank god. Day 5, my last day of Mother Nature making my vagina bleed, done. Just to make sure, I put in a fresh one after I used the toilet. Just a few more hours, and I'd be finished with this stupid shit until March 8th. At least, I was sure it was March 8th. With the dates getting confused, I wasn't sure. Somewhere between February 25- 26 probably. Fuck, I hated when the seasons changed. I sighed, washing my entire hand to get them nice and clean. I walked back towards the guest room -which was kind of slowly becoming my room- to grab my phone. I headed towards the stairs to get breakfast as I saw André washing his face with a towel wrapped around his waist. Shirtless. Fuck, I forgot that every room had it's own bathroom. No reason why I keep going into the hallway bathroom. I stared at his toned arms as he smoothed rubbing alcohol on his face. He was doing what? What happened? I shook my head as I continued my descent towards the kitchen.

"Your plate is waiting for you in the microwave waiting for you." He said.

I mumbled, "Mmm-hmm." As I tried to get the image if his body and muscles out of my mind. It wasn't working. "Behave Jade. Behave. You're not fully off your fucking cycle yet, and you're acting as if you have a hard on like a guy. Get ahold of yourself. Not in that way, shit, you know what you're trying to say." Holy chizz, I was stammering. I don't think I'm going to make it the rest of the day withholding myself from André and his muscles.