I Ain't Playin' Your Game: Chapter Three
AN: Thanks for the support with this story when I seemed so unsure of myself.
Characters belong to SM
JPOV
"Fuck," I growl. Someone is comin' up the stairs, I hear their footsteps. Stupid Cullen is still here, my arms still around him, with me shirtless. The last half an hour have been spent tryin' to get him to go away. Every time I push him, or attempt to, he settles himself further into my arms and tightens them around him. It doesn't escape my notice that I'm just as strong as he is and if I really want him to go away then I could easily shove him off. Fuck.
"Move," I hiss into Cullen's ear. He shakes his head no, and I swear I see the corner of his mouth turn up. He's smirkin' at me, the fucker.
My step-mom stands in the doorway takin' us in, with dreamy eyes. Idiotically, I forgot to close the door of my bedroom, so I can't even accuse her of not respecting privacy. "You guys look adorable," she coos. Blech. Adorable? I don't fuckin' think so. The glower I give her should make her melt into the floor, but sadly, she doesn't. Damn it. She gives me a sweet smile in return or maybe it's for Cullen's benefit. Disgust and nausea war in me and I turn my head in embarrassment, hidin' my face in Cullen's neck. He smells good. Good god, man, get a hold of yourself.
The click of a camera makes me snap my head up. My step-mom is there snappin' a picture of us on her phone. She looks totally sappy. "I guess I'll leave you two alone," she sighs, tears in her eyes as she walks away. What the fuck was with all the syrup? Gag me with a spoon.
"Fuck you," I spit at Cullen.
"What did I do?" he asks, all innocent. Whatever, dude, you are so not innocent.
"What did you do? What did you do?" I nearly shout at him. "Now my step-mom is gonna think we're together and I hate your guts."
Calmly, he shoots back, "I made your step-mom happy, she's happy you finally have someone. You, on the other hand, made her fucking delirious."
"Delirious? How the hell did I do that?" I bark
"You're the one that buried your head in my shoulder. Do you know how that must have looked to her?" he questions me, probably checkin' to see if I have any intelligence at all.
Groaning, I let my head drop onto his shoulder. What a nightmare. My parents will never give it a rest if they think I'm with someone.
"Oh boys, sorry to interrupt," my step-mom says shyly. "You two looked so cute together, I forgot why I came up here. I was going to ask if Edward wanted to stay for dinner."
I shake my head no, but it's still on Cullen's shoulder. Edward, however, says politely, "I'd love to stay. My parents won't be home til late."
"Great, dinner will be ready in thirty minutes," she tells us as a warnin'. Why do I need one? I can't stand the fucker, even when my arms still haven't left his sides.
"I hate you," I seethe, so only Cullen can hear.
He only laughs and says, "I know. Hate though, hate I can work with. Indifference would be harder." His shoulders continue to shake at either me, or my step-mom or both, I don't know. As they shake my head dislodges a bit and slides right back against his neck. I have this overwhelming urge to bite Cullen's neck. Whether I want to bite to cause pleasure/pain or just pain because I hate him is the question. Slowly, I open my mouth and my tongue slides against the exposed skin. Cullen moans above me and now I have no choice but to mark him somehow. Teeth sinkin' in to his flesh, I suck and bite, he moans. I guess I don't have it in me to bite too hard for pain. Drawin' blood is gross and besides, I'd already made Cullen bleed once today. One of his hands reaches around to the back of my head and holds me to him. Shit, what am I doin'? Lettin' the dude go, I shot up out of the bed and across the room, far away. Where there was a small love bite before, now remains a rather large one, an extremely noticeable one. Fuck.
"We should go down to dinner," Cullen says, smirkin' at me, knowin' he won somethin'. His absinthe eyes glow at me, his red hair looks like lightenin' struck it, but I'm not sure how it got that way. Did I put my hands in it? I don't remember. Why would I? He stands and as he passes me to go downstairs he slaps my ass.
"I still hate you," I yell at him as I grab a new t-shirt and yank it over my head.
"See you downstairs," he calls over his shoulder, laughin'. His chuckles are beginnin' to irritate me.
Damn you. Now my parents will think somethin' is goin' on for sure, no matter what I say. It's my own damn fault, I didn't have to make such a hickey and yet I go and do it anyway. Grrr... I should punch my own face.
Amblin' down the stairs in no hurry for interrogation I think about Cullen and how the fuck to get him out of my life for good. So far, I haven't come with any answers.
My dad, step-mom and Cullen are all seated, waitin' on me. I look so much like my dad it's not even remotely humorous. The only feature I got from my mama is her blond wavy hair. All my other features are a spittin' image of my dad, even the exact shade of moss green eyes. As I step further into the dinin' room he looks at me reproachfully and says, "It's about time you joined us. I was beginning to think we needed to send out a search party." I roll my eyes and sit down, unfortunately it's next to Cullen. I sigh, what can I do?
Cautiously, Cullen places a hand on my knee and runs it up my thigh. I give him my best death glare and attempt to ignore him altogether. Right, as if that works. Sighing, I look to the ceilin' thinkin' it might have some answers written there. It doesn't. My dick has a mind of it's own and likes what Cullen is doin', no matter that my other mind hates the person that belongs to that hand that's makin' me feel oh, so good. Nearly moanin' at the dinner table, where my parents also are, I remove his hand and place it on the table. What a douche. Why he does that now and not when we were in my bedroom is a question I'd like answered, but it'll have to wait for another time.
Diggin' into my food, I devour it, almost inhalin' and not tasting. Cullen looks at me and narrows his eyes. "What?" I question, spittin' my food out as my mouth is still full.
He rolls his eyes at me and puts a bite of food in his mouth. Even though he doesn't eat like a girl or anythin', he still has better table manners. Whatever, I wasn't raised with rich parents, he was. My dad ate more like Edward though than me, so maybe it's just me. Do I care? No, I fuckin' do not. Cullen should know what he's gettin' himself into, if he thinks we should be together.
My step-mom gives me a glare and a slight kick under the table, warnin' me that I'm bein' rude. Okay, so I admit it, maybe I'm actin' like a horses' behind on purpose.
After we eat our fill, my step-mom asks, "How come you didn't tell us you have a boyfriend, Jasper?"
My mouth drops open. Cullen settles back in his chair, amused. "I don't have a boyfriend," I deny, deny, deny.
"Are you sure about that?" she presses, glancin' at Cullen.
"I'd know if I have a boyfriend or not," I grind out.
"Um sure, sweetie," she says in disbelief. She's lookin' between Cullen and me, and her eyes get even wider as she zeroes in on his neck.
"Cullen ain't my fuckin' boyfriend. He's a conniving, manipulative, cocky, arrogant, bastard that wishes he was my boyfriend, but I hate his guts," I rant at everyone at the table. My dad and step-mom both raise their brows at me, as if they don't believe a word I say. Damn it, I'm their son, not Cullen.
My step-mom ventures, "So how did Edward get a hickey on his neck, that wasn't there when I came to tell you about dinner earlier?" Shit, they just have to point out my one lack in judgment. Edward places his hand on his neck and grins, blinding everyone, the motherfucker.
"Hmm... because I am an idiot. I punched him in the face earlier today, too," I point out. "What do you make of that?"
"You did what?" my dad demands.
"I. Hit. Cullen. In. The. Nose," I say slowly as if I'm talkin' to an imbecile.
"Don't act like that, Jasper," my dad warns.
"Act like what? You know what? I'm gonna continue actin' like that, so why don't you ground me, lock me up and throw away the key. I'm violent, and will probably hit Cullen again. You should keep me away for his own safety," I rave, near hysteria, almost reverting back to my early teenage years, instead of my eighteen year old self. See what he does to me? Makes me stupid. I think I lost a few brain cells at some point. If I can stay away from him, then he can't get to me. If he can't get to me, then I'll stop kissin' people I hate. Right Jasper, just give it up and make it easier on yourself now, you know you're gonna give in. Not a chance in hell. I'm not playin' his game. If he wants to play, it will be my rules alone. How's that workin' out for ya, so far? Fuck you.
My dad only seems baffled by my reaction, before his eyes light up. Oh shit. "Edward, next time punch my son back if he's being a jackass," he commands. I'm always a jackass, then again so is Cullen. He can pretend to be the good kid here, but he ain't so pure and innocent. Fuck, he's got my parents fooled.
Cullen shrugs and tells my parents, "He's just upset. My parents arranged for us to share a dorm, instead of with strangers."
"They really did that?" my dad inquires.
Noddin' his head, Cullen adds, "Yeah, they think it will be safer if I have a gay roommate."
My parents share a look before my dad asks, "How long have you been out of the closet?"
"Um... to your son? Not until two days ago. My parents have known for years. No one else knows, well, until now," he answers hesitantly.
My dad smiles, hidin' a bit of worry. "Hmm... well, I have to say you have good taste," he tells Cullen jokingly. About what, I have no clue.
"Good taste, sir?" Cullen questions in bewilderment.
"Yeah, the first guy you try to get to be your boyfriend is my son. He's rather good lookin', like his old man," he chuckles and then glares at me. "Although, I'm afraid he's only good lookin'. His manners are atrocious." Then he howls with laughter. Atrocious? Did my dad really just use a word no one uses? Who the fuck says that? Cullen joins in the laughter. My face burns in mortification. Why don't my parents just trot out the baby albums right now and finish off my humiliation?
My parents are taken with Cullen and I can't get him to go home, so I stand and announce, "I'm leavin'."
"You can't leave, your boyfriend is still here and he doesn't look ready to go," my step-mom points out.
Enraged, I almost stamp my foot, but don't, because only bitches do that. "He can stay, I'm leavin'. For the last time he isn't my boyfriend, he never will be," I shout as I head towards the door, grabbin' my keys.
My dad's voice filters back to me, "You have your work cut out for you, Edward." All three of them laugh. Fuck all of you.