I Ain't Playin' Your Game: Chapter Five
AN: You can thank my twitter stalker for getting me to sit down and even write this today. I had real other things to write, but just couldn't get my ass in gear. Guy's, I'll apologize now if any of this seems whackadoodle. I'm pretty sure I'm comin' down with something.
Characters belong to SM
JPOV
Turnin' on my heel I leave Cullen at the door and rush up the stairs. My parents shout at me to come back down and stop bein' rude. Slammin' the door on their raised voices is my only response. The bed welcomes me and I sigh, turnin' on my side, away from the door. Why can't I just let it go? I can be with Cullen physically and give him nothin' more than that. That's because you know if you do let it go, it'll be more than that and you'll get hurt. I hate when I argue with myself, but it's true. Better not to get hurt, much better. I'm too young for dramatic outpouring's of love and sap anyway.
My dad's voice carries upstairs and I hear him tell Cullen, "Son, are you sure this is what you want? Jasper hasn't been all that keen on love or anything like it since his mama and me divorced." What? Is that true? Goin' over it in my head, I think, shit, it is true. They are the reason I don't think love or anythin' like it exists. Not even when my dad remarried. I keep waitin' for that to fail as well. Love is a four letter word. So is hate. They are far too easily interchanged. Right now I hate Cullen, and can easily see myself lovin' him, only to go back to hatin' him even more than I do now.
Unfortunately, Cullen's voice isn't as loud as my father's, so I have no idea what his response is. The front door opens and closes and I think Cullen is gone. When I hear footsteps on the stairs I think it's my father or my stepmother there to reprimand me, again. Why don't they just ground me already? Or better yet, shoot me and put me out of my misery? Yes, those options are preferable than dealin' with this. I don't want to deal with this. It brings up too many old issues I hadn't been aware are there.
The door opens quietly and I hear someone set somethin' down. A body dips the bed lower and I groan as I roll into them. That's not my dad or my step-mom. Whippin' my head around I see Cullen starin' at me, absinthe eyes challengin' me to make him leave.
Annoyed at the intrusion I sit up quickly and command, "Get out."
Pinchin' the bridge of his nose, Cullen just looks at me before askin', "If that didn't work downstairs, what makes you think it'll work now?"
Where the fuck are my parents? They can't possibly be okay with this after what they heard downstairs. Shovin' Cullen off my bed, I demand, "Where are my parents?"
"They left," he states quietly, brushin' himself off.
"Left? What do you mean they left? They left you in the house with me? Alone?" I interrogate him.
Shruggin' at me, he admits, "Well, it was my idea and they agreed to it."
"They agreed to what? Let you stalk me?" I screech.
Rollin' absinthe eyes at me, he huffs, "They agreed to let us have that date you were supposed to take me on. Only it looks like I'll be the one doing the work."
"We are not goin' on any date," I shout at him.
"We are," he disagrees.
"I'm not fuckin' leavin' this room, you stalker, so get out," I grind out.
Grinnin' at me, he clarifies, "We aren't going out. We're having our date right here."
Panickin', I look for a way to escape. The cocky bastard actually barricaded the door before I felt him on the bed. Yeah, that's not stalkerish...
"Fuck you," my voice is nothing but controlled anger. Cullen gives me a wide smile and winks. "This isn't a date, this is prison," I thunder, unable to keep my cool anymore at his smug attitude, and point at my now blocked doorway. Cullen, the cocky motherfucker, starts laughin'.
Floppin' back down on my bed I place a pillow over my head and go to another place, endurin' whatever amount of time my parents left me with fuckin' Cullen. The pillow is snatched from my head not even a minute later. "No, you don't. We'll have a date if it kills me."
Glarin' at Cullen, I mumble, "It probably will kill me."
Ignorin' me, the motherfucker tells me, "Your mom said you already ate dinner, so I just brought up popcorn and coke and a movie."
"She's not my mom," I snarl at him.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Fine, your step-mom, whatever."
Cullen set up the movie to play on the computer that sat on my desk across from my bed. With a dramatic flourish I lie back down on my bed. Settlin' on my bed beside me, Cullen hands over the popcorn and a coke. To have somethin' to do with my hands I pop open the coke. Otherwise those hands may be found around Cullen's neck, chokin' him.
"I'm not goin' anywhere near your dick," I inform him, hopin' that makes him go the fuck away and leave me alone. If there is no reward at the end of this, I can't imagine why he'd want to stay with my anger.
Turnin' those absinthe eyes on me, he says, "I don't expect you to. This is a first date, after all." The chivalrous attitude is ludicrous for us, after already havin' each others dicks in our mouths and him nearly lockin' me in this room. The only thing that made me feel better is knowin' he locked himself in here as well and I can take him if I must.
"Some first date," I snort at him.
"Don't look at me, Jasper. You had the power to make it really good. I'm making do," he criticizes and starts the movie.
I'm not payin' attention to the movie at all. Edward seems to be enthralled by it, but my eyes keep driftin' back to him. Getting excited about somethin' he slaps the bed, almost hittin' my hand, but pulls away and frowns when he realizes it. Sighin', my eyes go back to the movie for a few seconds before they gravitate towards him once more. At one particularly stressful scene he tugs on his messy sunset hair and I smother a groan. My hands miss being there and tuggin' on his hair, makin' it more mussed.
Sensin' that I'm no longer payin' attention to the movie Edward pauses it. Sittin' up he scoots back towards my headboard. He indicates he wants me to sit between his legs, I roll my eyes at him and turn away. The next thing I know he's pullin' me towards him anyway. Fuckin' hell, it is like a prison. "What the fuck are you doin'?" I balk at him.
He stays silent and turns the movie back on, arms wrapped around my waist. They remain there like a vice until I relax. "There, isn't that better?" Edward murmurs in my ear. When I go to elbow him, he blocks me. "No, no violence from you today. I've had enough," he proclaims.
Decidin' I can do nothin' but give in for the moment I attempt to watch the movie. My attempts are derailed when I feel lips on the back of my neck. "Hey, hey, I said I'm not goin' anywhere near your dick," I protest, thinkin' that's where he's goin' with this.
"Jasper, will you calm down. I'll kiss my boyfriend if I want," Edward states.
"For the last fuckin' time, I ain't your boyfriend," I rant and push myself away. Edward tackles me on the bed and kisses my neck and face everywhere he can while holdin' me down. He seems to avoid my lips completely. Wrestlin' back only gets him more excited and I'm not havin' it, not today.
Finally, his lips meet mine and unfortunately instead of keepin' tight-lipped, I kiss him back, with passion, my arms holdin' him to me. Argh, why my head and my body can't be in agreement I'll never know. Edward pulls away gaspin' for air, then places one more light kiss on my lips and gives me a real, genuine smile. One that makes those absinthe eyes truly glow.
Edward is above me, moonlight skin, all except for the bite mark that marrs his neck. The one that I put there. My fingers trace the mark on his neck and he groans. Getting off me, Edward sits back down where he was and pulls me to him as we pretend we are still interested in the movie. The room looks like we've been fuckin' in here, as do our clothes. This time when Edward's lips touch my neck and his fingers run under the hem of my shirt touching my stomach, I don't protest. Enjoyin' how it feels for the moment, I'll worry about the repercussions later.
My body snuggles deeper into his and relaxes so much I nearly fall asleep. I can't believe I'm this relaxed with fuckin' Cullen of all people. Arms tighten around my waist, not to keep me there this time, but to be closer. Sighin', I know I'm kiddin' myself if I think I don't like Edward.
The movie ends and I'm almost sad that it's over and Edward has to go home. We wasted a lot of time arguin'. Well, I wasted a lot of time arguin'.
Removin' the barricade from my door together, we walk down the stairs. Edward's fingers tug at my blond waves and steps up to me, almost, but not quite, devourin' me with his kiss. Pullin' away from me, he touches my cheek lightly, and tells me, "I'll see you tomorrow." Still breathless from the kiss I don't respond with words, but a nod. He leaves me standin' there wonderin' what the fuck just happened. I'm really startin' to panic when I realize that somethin' significant just changed. Fuck, I don't want this. How am I supposed to act now?
When my parents come home later, I confront them. "What the fuck was that? An intervention?"
My dad gives me a sad smile and confesses, "Yes, in a way, it was. If anyone is going to break the shell you've put around yourself I think Edward is the only one stubborn enough to do it."
"What shell?" I demand, knowin' exactly what he means. That doesn't mean I think he should take sides over his own son.
Quirkin' an eyebrow at me, he explains, "You haven't even made any friends since you've gotten here, much less dated. So, yes, on this, we will support him if he can help you."
"What if it makes it worse?" I snap angrily. He did have that power and I'm afraid of givin' it to him.
"You really think it can be worse?" he asks softly and I nod my head at him. Givin' me a hug, he advises, "Don't be afraid anymore." Sighin' at him, he just doesn't get it. I mean fuck, I'm goin' away to college soon with a fuckin' ball and chain that I never wanted. I always thought once I got to college I'll be free and can make friends or date whoever the fuck I want. Now... with all their interferin' they are suffocatin' me. Fuck.