RECAPE: Roz goes to the bathroom right as Jackson head butts Lisa, and Jackson comes into the bathroom after her…and OMG! What DID Marcel and West do???
As I walked into the tiny airport cubicle thing that was the bathroom, I turned to the mirror to check out my face, wondering if Marcel or West had drawn something on my face. Before I got the door locked, though, it was roughly pushed open. I whirled my head around to the doorway, wanting to know what asshole was barging into the bathroom after me. My eyes widened in shock, and all thoughts of Marcel and West were forgotten. It was the sexy dude! He tilted his head casually to the side, a coy smile stretching across his pale face. Those eyes, those icy blue eyes, seemed alight with some internal sun. He stepped forward slowly as he locked the door behind himself. "Um…what the hell are you doing?" I said. He stepped forward again, and I in turn took a step back. A step later, I found myself pressed against the wall. I cringed, imagining all the things that could be on this wall. Suck it up, I thought to myself. What does this guy want?? He continued forward until he was right in front of me and my eyes where level with the top button of his shirt when I looked straight ahead.
He put a hand under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. "What's your name?" he asked in a velvety voice that was extremely seductive. "Roz. Roslyn. Roslyn Hamor." I was practically stuttering. No!! my conscience yelled at me. Why are you talking to this guy?? He could be like…a serial rapist, or something!! To be truthful, I didn't know why I was telling this guy my name. Looking into his eyes just seemed to make me forget everything, all the dangers of the world, all my problems, everything. Looking into his eyes gave me a glimpse into a simpler world where there were no dangers. His eyes were like a drug. He smiled and said, "The name's Jackson. Ripner." A small hysterical giggle erupted from my throat before I could suppress it. Jack the Ripper!!! Oh, god. NO. I will not panic. It's just a-a coincidence. Yeah. Totally. I can believe that. My heart was beating quickly in my chest.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he bent his head down and kissed me. Shocked, all I did, all I could do, was stand there like a retard. What the hell is happening here?????? My subconscious screamed. My head began swimming and my thoughts got hazy. I realized I wasn't breathing. I tore my face away from his and my knees gave out. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist and he crushed my body against his. After a few seconds of ragged breathing, I said, "Okay, seriously now. What are you doing?"
"Well, being completely truthful and free of all facades, I think you're extremely sexy. And, if I'm not mistaken, you feel the same about me." He said smiling, as if this was completely normal.
"M'kay." I said, confused and really, REALLY embarrassed. "Where did you get that idea?"
"Those two kids behind you told me. Friends of yours?" he asked.
"Not anymore." I said. "Those jackasses are fucking dead." I murmured. He chuckled a bit, and I realized our bodies were still crushed against each other in a way that could easily be considered as inappropriate. I blushed and Jackson smiled at me. Pushing a lock of my long, wavy black hair behind my ear, he leaned down and kissed me again. This time, it was more intimate. This time, I went along with it, however wrong it may have seemed. My heart sped up, till I was sure it would burst out of my chest and that Jackson could feel it. His arms wrapped around me tightly and I pushed myself against him even more tightly. He moaned slightly, and I could feel his erection against my thigh. I smiled a bit, and brought my hand down to his zipper. Breathing heavily, he pulled away a bit and checked his watch. "Shit." He said breathlessly.
"What?" I asked, completely horrified of what I'd been about to do. He kissed me again, lightly this time, most of the lust from before absent. "I have to go." He said. I tiny stab of pain pierced my heart like an ice pick. He looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Where do you live?" Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. A thousand times oh no!!!! He knows he has some sort of power over me when he does that I can't tell him!!! God, no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As if I was having an out-of-body experience, I found myself taking out a pen and scribbling down my address on the back of his hand. Dammitdammitdammitdammit! How stupid am I??? He smiled and kissed me once more. Then, he unlocked the bathroom door, looked back at me once more, and left.
I leaned against the sink for a good 15 minutes, washed my face off and rinsed my mouth out. I took a deep breath and left the bathroom. God, when did I become a whore? I smiled bitterly at myself, not looking in Jackson's direction. I glared at Marcel and West. They both seemed to be asleep. Oh, well. They'd catch hell for this later. From Nicole. I sat down and buckled the seatbelt. Sighing, I thought I made a stupid, stupid mistake. Whatever happens will happen. And I'll take full responsibility.
If only I'd know what would happen, who would be involved, and what keeping it a secret would entitle.
Huzzah! 3rd chapter is finished!!! Please, people, share your thoughts! Don't be shy. I love reviews!!! I'll read all of your reviews and ideas and try to make the story better. Also: from the first part of the next chapter on, this story won't exactly be following the plotline from the movie. So, yeah. Just a heads up. Next chapter: the wedding!
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