Chapter Three: Behind These Hazel Eyes
Erol immediately seated himself, placing his chin within the palm of his propped right arm. He scanned Jak once more before relaxing himself.
Jak order the drinks, strongest they had, and brought them back to the booth. Instead of taking his place across from Erol, he scooted in next to the other man, breathing a hot breath in Erol's ear.
Erol immediately shivered at Jak's closeness, a smirk gracing his lips. He took a sip from his drink. "When are you going to get rid of rid that bitch of yours, Trista?" he asked, almost in a pleading voice.
Jak was about to correct him on that, but stopped when he realized that would ruin everything.
"Have I not already?" Jak said instead, slyly slipping an arm around the other mans waist.
Alcohol already dripped within his breath as Erol finished his drink. Erol leaned in against him, tagging along with his game as he intertwined his fingers with his. He was actually feeling reluctant at first, never seeing his reaction in such a way towards him. Erol was to drawn to him until he began to feel his head spin, dreariness consumed his eyes, obviously becoming drunk.
Jak sipped his drink carefully, his fingers running laps on Erol's hip.
Erol groggily looked at Jak, pressing his forehead against his neck before he planted a kiss against it. You could clearly tell of him being content beyond reason. Erol kept his arm around Jak's waist, giving him another kiss.
Jak's fingers ran cross Erol's hip to dance on his crotch. Jak couldn't help but feel hotter with every kiss Erol gave him. The boy contently finished off his drink and shoved more gold near the end of the table for Tess when she came to fill the glasses.
Erol smirked, enjoying the teasing feeling from Jak before he chugged down another glass. Immediate dizziness consumed him; his eyes growing wearier and heavier by the second. He suppressed a cough towards the side Jak wasn't on, feeling as if a need to sleep for the time being.
Tess walked by, taking the empty glasses and the money. She wondered where Trista was, and why was Jak with Erol of all people. She decided to call Trista's house and tell her. She walked off and dialed Trista's number, waiting for an answer.
Jak watched Tess walk off.
"Sleep. You seem like you need it." Jak whispered in Erol's ear.
"I'm going off to look for Jak." Trista informed herself before grasping her pocket knife. She froze as the phone rang, answering it. "Hello?" Trista answered, gripping the cord for a second.
"Hi. It's Tess." Came Tess' voice from the phone. "Just wanted to let ya know Jak is over here at the Hip Hog with Erol." There was a pause. "They are doing fine here. I'll bring Jak over as soon as he's out of it." Tess' voice was shaking like she was scared for a moment. Then she hung up.
Trista froze. 'Drinking? Again? With Erol of all people?' she thought bitterly. She banged the phone onto the receiver. Tuning down the burning rage that welled within her. "I'm going to the Hip Hog," she declared, heading towards the door.
Erol remained in the comfort of being near Jak. He stirred slightly before drifting off to a complete sleep.
Trista leaped onto a nearby zoomer, at the moment not caring whose it was. She started the car, a tightened grip on her hand. She fastened her seatbelt, confusion and bitterness ran through her head. 'Why the hell is he with him?' Trista thought frantically, though her calm expression didn't falter.
Jak sighed contently, gently nuzzling Erol's orange hair. He was still out for revenge, but that could wait. Erol was giving him something he couldn't get from Trista...not yet anyway. Jak brushed a hand against Erol's cheek where he had slapped him and sighed once more.
Trista immediately accelerated the zoomer, though not to fast for safety cautions. She gripped the handles, her eyes focusing ahead as they sped towards the Hip Hog. After several moment of driving she finally arrived. She pressed against the brake in front of the bar. Unfastening the seatbelt before walking in, though the sight both shocked her and pained her. Trista felt tears sting her eyes, Erol lying against Jak who seemed to be enjoying it. A lump grew within her throat as she stood there, both dumbfounded and hurt. 'How... could he?' Trista thought, she felt her lungs compress together as her heart thumped against her ribcage. She stepped back, immediately turning her head away. 'That rotten bas-' she concluded that thought, 'And to think I was worried over him.'
Jak didn't notice Trista walk in. He was to busy running his fingers through Erol's flaming orange hair and thinking what he was gonna say to Trista if she arrived.
Trista clenched her hands into fists until she stood right besides Jak's booth. Her eyes narrowed immediately towards Erol. "What the hell are you doing here with him!" she shouted bitterly, obvious tears were in her voice. Trista almost felt herself choke from the threatening tears.
Jak gasped slightly, before burying his head in his free hand.
"Trista, I can explain. Really." He said quietly, detangling himself gently from Erol, doing his best not to wake the sleeping man. Then he dragged Trista over to another booth and put a finger to her lips to stop her from yelling anything more before he could explain.
"Trista, look. I have something to do here, with Erol, to get back at him for what he did to me, and to you. I still love you Trista. Nothing can change that. It's just... I have to get Erol to... warm up to me to get my revenge. Please, understand..."Jak said, a tear streaming down his face. He hated to hurt Trista. He then hugged her tightly before retreating back to sit beside the still sleeping Erol.
Trista didn't know whether to believe him or take what he said and throw his words away. She felt herself tense just as he merely hugged her before going back towards the hateful image of him being with Erol. Without another word or motion she left, a tear sliding down her cheek.