Chapter Six
Shock.
That was the only word to describe it.
Shock.
Jazz's thoughts seemed to blend into each other. She no longer made sense. The only thing that was clear to her was that Dom's mouth was pressed against hers.
'Wait a minute... He's kissing me. What the...'
Before Jazz could stop what she was doing, she placed her hands firmly on Dom's chest and shoved him backwards. A confused look crossed onto Dom's face.
"What?" he asked.
Jazz shook her head and attempted to get into her car. Dom stepped in front of her and made it impossible for Jazz to get the door open.
"Stop," Jazz said with a hint of anger seeping into her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Get out of the way," she said a little louder.
Her brain wasn't functioning. She was pissed off.
'But why?'
'What do you mean why? He thinks he can go behind my back and find out about my past and then get me to forgive me by kissing me. No way, Jose...'
'Listen to yourself...you sound ridiculous.'
'Excuse me, but I do believe that you are me too.'
'What?'
'Never mind...'
'Why are you mad at him? A man is finally showing interest in you after a long time and you are just blowing him off like he's...'
'Nothing. That's because he is nothing to me. I learned a long time ago that I can't trust men. They hurt you no matter what. Tommy hurt me by getting me knocked up and then leaving me. Daddy hurt me by running off with what's-her-face...'
'Leon hasn't hurt you. He's always been there for you. So, see...all guys aren't bad. Just give him a chance...'
'What do you know? You're just some silly voice in my head...'
'I know more than you think.'
'And what's that supposed to mean?'
"Hello...Earth to Sonja."
Jazz snapped from her thoughts and looked up at Dom.
"It's Jazz," she mumbled before attempting to step around Dom and get in her car.
Dom placed a hand on her waist and Jazz froze. His touch sent chills down her spine. The skin beneath his hand tingled. She could definitely get used to him touching her.
"Please, take your hand off me," she whispered while peering down at his hand.
"Not until you tell me why you're so pissed off," Dom whispered into her ear.
'Yeah, why are you so pissed off? You never answered me...'
'NOT NOW!'
Jazz looked Dom in the eyes.
"I'm not pissed off at you. I'm pissed off at the world."
Dom chuckled. Jazz clenched her jaw.
'The jackass is laughing at me!'
'He's not laughing at you...'
'I don't want to hear it.'
'Well, fine then...'
'Shut up!'
'...'
'That's better.'
"What's so funny?"
"You can't stay mad at the world forever. Sooner or later you're going to find a reason to like it."
"Oh really, Dr. Phil? Is that so?"
Dom nodded. A smirk played upon his lips.
Jazz leaned forward. She stopped once her lips were right next to Dom's ear.
"Can I go now?" she asked.
Dom laughed again.
'What's with the laughing?!'
'Well, I would tell you, but you don't want me to talk. So I'm just going to sit here, like a good little voice, and...'
'Oh put a sock in it.'
"Sure thing, chief, but don't think you're off the hook yet. I'm going to get the whole story one of these days."
"Whatever," Jazz mumbled. She stepped around Dom and opened the door, making sure that it hit Dom in the process.
"My bad," she said with a smirk before disappearing into the car.
As she shut the door, she turned her car on. Jazz put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but anywhere would do. As she put the car in drive, she glanced at Dom. He was still standing in the same spot. A smile had found its way onto his face and Jazz couldn't help but smile.
'He's getting to you...'
'No, he's not.'
'Yes, he is.
'Nuh huh.'
'Uh huh.'
'Nuh huh.'
'Uh huh.'
'Oh my God. I'm arguing with myself.'
'Fun, ain't it.'
'Go away!'
Jazz pulled out of Echo Park and turned the radio on as loud as it would go, in hopes of drowning out the voice in her head. She pointed her car in the direction of the interstate and sighed. Part of her knew that the voice was right, despite her efforts to deny it.
"This is madness," she mumbled. "Pure madness."