I Ain't Playin' Your Game: Chapter Two
AN: So many people requested that I continue this. Honestly, I don't know if I'll write much here. Maybe, maybe not. It's all up to the response I get, most likely. Right now I'm having second thoughts if I should have added to it or not, it was good as is. FYI, SD will be updated soon, tomorrow or the next day, depending on when I get it back.
It's hard as hell to keep this present tense as I'm not used to writing this way, so I'll apologize in advance for any mistakes.
JPOV
Damn you, Cullen. I should have known it's too good to be true. He's not playin' a game with me, my ass. If he isn't, then why the fuck am I holding this letter right now? Huh? Explain that one. Tempted to shove the evidence in his face I decide he needs to know he can't control me and manipulate my life.
Stalkin' my way up his steps, I bang on the door loudly and shout, "Open up, Cullen."
The door opens and oh, shit, those absinthe eyes blink in surprise at me, before they light up. No, don't fall for those eyes, Jasper. Don't fuckin' do it. "Hey, Jasper. Do you want to come in?" he asks politely. My eyes narrow at him and I glare at his offensive red hair.
"Come in? No, I don't want to fuckin' come in, asshole," I fume.
Cullen looks hurt, but I don't give a shit. He can act all he wants, that won't change the fact that I know how he works. "What did I do?" he barely whispers, all innocence. I snort at him.
Handin' the letter over that's in my hand, he takes it from me as if it's a bomb. It definitely made me explode.
Readin' over it, his mouth drops open in shock. He looks at me a few times, and back at the paper. "What?" his voice squeaks. If I wasn't so pissed off, I'd laugh at him for soundin' so stupid.
"I thought I told you I'm not playin' your game," I seethe.
Cullen almost looks as if he wants to stamp his foot, the big baby. "This isn't a game for me, Jasper," he pleads.
Rollin' my eyes at the shit comin' from his mouth, I shrug and say, "See you in hell, Cullen."
"Wait," Cullen calls out. I'm no man's lap dog, so I keep goin', right back to my house, where I live, away from him. He must have learned that manipulation thing from his parents. I've heard talk, they are good at that.
Goin' into our workout room, I decide imagining Cullen's face as I bash the punchin' bag in will be good for me, and healthier for him. The stupid fucker has made arrangements, so we are now sharin' a dorm room. Fuck him. I already talked to the person that is supposed to be my roommate when I get to school and here they are switchin' it up on me, without my permission. Who the fuck thinks I want to share a room with Cullen? I know we sucked each other off and all, but I don't know if I can even stand the dude.
Seein' Cullen's face on the punchin' bag, I take a swing right where I imagine his eyes to be, blackenin' one of his eyes in my head. Then I take a swing at the other, so I no longer see the absinthe green in my mind.
He seriously fucked up my plans of bein' myself and bein' with anyone I want. Just for that I take a swing at his pretty mouth, knockin' out a few teeth and laughin' maniacally to myself.
"Jasper?" I hear the sound of Cullen's grating voice behind me. Huh, I hate him so much that my mind is playin' tricks on me. "Jasper?" he calls again and I spin around, nearly deckin' him in the process. He ducks his head and I'm disappointed. I couldn't use his surprise as an excuse for bashin' him.
"What the fuck are you doin' here, Cullen?" I growl out, menacingly.
"Your parents let me in," he explains as if that's what I asked.
"Get out," I command.
"No. I think we need to talk about this," he says as he waves the offending letter in my face.
"There is nothin' to talk about. We'll be sharin' a room, but that doesn't mean I like you or that I'll touch you again," I spit at him.
"Jasper, I didn't do this," he denies. I find that unlikely. There are only the two of us goin' to that school and I didn't switch rooms.
"Get out," I demand again.
Crossing his arms over his chest, bein' as stubborn as me, he says, "No. I'm not leaving you until you talk to me."
"Fuck you, Cullen," I scoff.
"As I recall, I asked you to fuck me and you refused," he deadpans.
"Yep, and I'm glad I did now. No tellin' what would have happened if I did. You'd have us married, with a house and kids and all that shit," I rant, the needy bastard.
Snortin' at me, he says, "Right... I admit I'm attracted to you, but I'm still not sure I like you either, you dumb ass." Dumb ass? Did he really just call me that? Does he think he can get away with it? I look down at my hands, that are still wrapped for the punchin' bag and take a swing at his real face. The crunch of my hand meeting his nose is satisfyin', but the blood spurtin' onto my carpet is not.
"Fuck," I screech and pull my shirt over my head and shove it onto his face. Who cares if he's bleedin'? Blood is hard to get out of carpet though and my parents will have a fit if it doesn't come up. Pushin' Cullen onto one of the benches I hurry away from the room and back with a towel and hydrogen peroxide and carpet cleaner. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way how to clean blood out of the carpet before now. Or I guess it was fortunate, so hopefully my parents won't find out I punched the neighbor.
Hidin' the evidence of our fight I come back to Cullen, still tryin' to stanch the flow of blood from his nose. Damn it, that was my favorite shirt. I remember puttin' it on this mornin' and makin' plans to go over to Edward's house (when he was still Edward), to ask him on a date properly. That is, until I got that fuckin' letter. That letter ruined any shred of hope I had that this isn't a game to him.
When the blood stops runnin' down Cullen's face I take him to my bathroom to let him clean up. He can't go back downstairs with dried blood, my parents will know something is up.
Washin' his face, he looks at me sadly in the mirror. My eyes are watchin' every move he makes, he needs to hurry up and go. "Jasper, I'm sorry. I didn't change it so we are sharing a room. My parents did," he tells me as if that makes it better.
"Why the fuck would they do that?" I question angrily. "They do know I'm gay, right? And you're gay? Do they want us gettin' off with each other like bunnies?" Or more likely, fightin' every damn day.
Cullen nearly snickered, but held his nose when it hurt. "Hardly," he says dryly. "They just thought it will be safer if we share, since we are both gay, than get stuck with someone that might be a homophobe," he explains.
"Oh." What else am I supposed to say? That is a logical reason and not one that hasn't crossed my mind before. "Okay, if we are goin' to share a room, I think we need some ground rules, especially about dating," I tell him. He nods at me and for some reason, thinkin' this is a good idea I lead him to my bedroom.
Sittin' on my bed, with my back against the headboard, I wait on Cullen to have a seat somewhere. He chooses by my feet. "What are the ground rules?" he asks meekly. Argh, where is the cocky motherfucker when I need him?
"One is if we find someone else to date, we won't interfere," I tell him, while givin' him a glare. That is more for his benefit than mine, unless he relishes the idea of bein' on the end of my fist again.
"Okay. Any others?" he asks.
Frustrated, I say, "I shouldn't be the only one with ideas."
"How about we help each other out until the time comes when we find someone new," he suggests. Surely he is jokin'. I hate his guts.
Givin' him a death stare, he inquires, "Too soon?" Rollin' my eyes at him and not sayin' another word, he finally whispers, "I'm sorry. I hate that my parents ruined this for us. I really wanted to go out with you."
Bitterly, I laugh, "Yeah, right." He is mad, he has to be, I just punched him in the face. He must like it rough.
"No, it's true. I did. I still do, if you ever change your mind," he says softly and turns those glowin' green eyes on me again, pleadin'. Fuck. "Please," he utters, makin' a tiny crack to let him in.
Cullen's hands are on my knees pushin' them apart and he settles himself between my legs. His back is against my chest and he relaxes into me. To say I'm shocked is one huge understatement. He makes an annoyed sound and picks up my arms to wrap around him as I am in too much shock to move them myself. "What the fuck are we doin'?" I snap.
Hearin' the eye roll from here, he explains, "I don't know what you're doing. I'm letting my boyfriend hold me, until he realizes we should be dating."
"What?" I splutter. He can't be serious. He's not my boyfriend.
Chokin' back laughter, Cullen says, "You're too easy."
Indignant, I respond, "I'm not that easy, I never fucked you."
"Yes, and I'm waiting on the day you do," he sighs dramatically.
"As of right now, you may be waitin' all of eternity," I tell him, knowin' I'd give in eventually, no matter if I still hated him. He seems to know this as well and turns around to kiss me. He tastes good. Now I am glad I didn't punch his pretty mouth.
"Take me out tomorrow," he commands.
"You aren't bossy or anythin', are you?" I question.
"Oh, I'm bossy all right. Didn't you know I always get my way?" he quips. "As a matter of fact, I'll make a bet with you right now."
"What is that?" I ask curiously.
"I'll bet that you'll be my boyfriend, for real, before we get to school and live in the same dorm," he states, confident.
"What's in it for me?" I shot back. My love/hate relationship, mostly hate, with him, didn't seem conducive to us dating, ever.
"Me, of course," he sniffs, offended.
"Yeah, sure. I doubt I'll like you anymore than I do right now, but have fun tryin'." I goad. This should be fun, as I don't plan to fall for any of his manipulations. He turns those absinthe eyes on me and I just know I won't win this fight.