There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 4. Jock Blocked

                                                             There’s a Jock in My Bed!

                                                            Chapter 4 – Jock Blocked

                                             Song of the Chapter: Respect by Aretha Franklin

 

Recap

“This is a big mess; you should probably should put on your clothes and leave.” He stares at me for a moment but gets up and puts on his shirt.

“Well, look just so we’re on the same page, I have sex with people all the time so this isn’t going to lead anywhere.” He says coldly and seemingly out of nowhere. I think he’s forgetting he’s in my room.

“Yeah whatever now just leave.” He pulls up his pants and heads to my door.

“Woah, you better go out the window. If my mom sees you she might freak and cut off your balls.”

He looks at me or a minute thinking and I raise an eyebrow. He sighs and heads over to the window jumping out.

“Asshole.”

I go in my drawer and grab a boxers and t-shirt.

I head out of my room and make my way down the hall and to the front room.

“Oh MY God…!” I yell as I enter the room. It looks like a twister spun through hit. The couch was turned over, lamps were broken, the TV was covered in a suspicious white substance…think I’ll stare clear of that and empty cans and bottles littered the floor.

What the hell happened last night?

 

 

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Well even after we cleaned up the living room and after the relentless screams of my mother still emblazoned in my mind we still had to go to school, even though we both had killer headaches. It was our punishment given to us by mom, along with no television, radio, iPod, CDs, or food. I think she was just kidding about the last one though…maybe. We could have avoided this if she would have just listened to me? When is she going to realize that I am the smart twin?

“Well loser, after last night you might just become a little popular.” Ev says as we pace through the crowded halls of school. Every ten seconds someone throws us a smile or compliments us on the party we had last night. I may not be able to remember it but I guess it was one hell of a party.

“Plus, you lost your virginity last night.” I choke as the words exit her lips.

“What are you talking about, Oh My God, did you hear us. Was I the one screaming…did he top me, so why doesn’t my ass hurt?” her eyes widen.

“N-no I mean your party virginity; the one that we were talking about yesterday?”

Uh oh…

I chuckle sheepishly and divert my eyes from her.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

I open my mouth to answer but the bell rings and I quickly run in the other direction, away from her.

“Hey sexy.” I roll my eyes almost instinctively at the sound of the voice coming from behind me. You know what’s funny? I can’t remember the party but I can remember him so clearly, his voice, even his aroma. Even his name.

Alex

I pick up my pace, walking away from the lustful tone. I hear him chuckle lightly behind me but I pay no real mind. He’s just trying to get me worked up. He catches up to me and stand so close behind me that I can practically feel his cool breath hitting the back of my neck.

“Damn what an ass.” That’s it. I spin on my heels and launch my palms towards his cheeks and smack it as hard as I could.

But damn! That felt like it hurt me more than it did him and by the smirk playing on his lips I can tell it barely fazed him. He bites his lips and sinks his head to meet me at eye level. “I like a guy who can defend himself. Be my boyfriend?” His asks still looking at me like a piece of raw meat.

“You know, if I wasn’t so disgusted by your attempts to lick me in places your tongue doesn’t belong I might have considered it.” I admit.

His eyes lose their confident glint and they fall into a saddened one. I guess I hurt his ego a bit.

Don’t get me wrong, Alex is very good looking, but his attitude and persona is something I won’t fall for. It always ends up backfiring and then the depression thing kicks in. I’ve seen the movies.

I sigh and step closer to him. He looks me in the eyes for a brief moment but averts them in another direction quickly.

Wow, I guess I killed his ego. But what did he expect, me to jump in his arms after he says I have a great ass? I’m not a slut…or a Disney Star. But then again what’s the difference really.

“Look Alex, I’m not going to just be your boyfriend after you tried to rape me in my own home. I will however give you a chance to ask me on a date and who knows where it might go from there.” His eyes snap back to me and he smiles widely. He clears his throat and huffs.

“Evan, I think you’re a cute little nerdy kid and I would be most honored if your tight ass would accompany me on a date sometime between tomorrow and……well I’m only free tomorrow.”

He has a way with words.

“Good try but try something a little less rap video and a little more The Note Book. You have until 3pm.” I smile at the worried expression plastered on his face. I brush pass him as the bell rings but an arm stops me. “Alex, I said try la…” I stop in my tracks when I notice it’s no longer Alex standing there.

“Can we talk?” the blonde headed jock asks. I nod and he leads me to an empty classroom. He leans against a desk all cool like and his eyes search my face. I just stare back at him, in a kind of disbelief. I actually did the nasty with this guy. He sighs and runs his hands through his curled blonde hair.

“What’s up with you and Alex?” I raise an eyebrow leaning against the wall opposite him and shrug. Why is that his business or why does he even care?

“Nothing, he wants me to go on a date with him.”

“And?” he asks with curiosity which is throwing me off a bit. Why is he so interested?

“I told him to get romantic.” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Alex doesn’t know how to spell romance let alone show it. All he cares about is who and how many he can have sex with. You’re just another one.”

I stand up straight off the wall and narrow my eyes on him.

“So you’re saying that he only wants to date me so he can have sex with me?” he shrugs and puts on a pair of shades.

“Fair enough, but is that the only reason you called me?”

“NO, I want you to keep this sex thing between us; I don’t need people thinking that I’m into guys.”

What a douche bag!

“That’s fine by me; I wouldn’t want anyone knowing that I lost my virginity to a douchy cocky asshole!” his eyes widen and a huge smile forms at his lips.

What is he Bipolar?

“I plucked your cherry? Awesome.” I storm over to him and raise my fist but he catches it with ease. His shades fly off his face b the force of our hands colliding and reveal his beautiful blue eyes.

“What is your problem; you seemed so different when we were at my house. What changed?” his grip on my fist tightens. I flinched from the immediate sharp pain that jolted through my arm. But, I didn’t want him to let it go because even under the pain; I felt a spark.

“Nothing, I just don’t think we should be friends or associate with each other’s friends.”   

Ouch. That kind of hurt really bad. Like Paris Hilton acting bad.

“Don’t worry; I wouldn’t want my friends to know I had sex with a stupid blonde headed jock like you! You aren’t even my type.” I sneer at him, anger and pain both bursting through the words. He flinches, as of it hurt him as well. His eyes flash of sadness but quickly revert back to their normal twinkle.

“What do you mean I’m not your type?” he says obviously offended.

“As in the type to repress their nature because they are afraid of what others would think of them.” I growl. He brings a fist to my face but stops near inches away from it, threatening and itching to connect it with my jaw. His other hands are still holding on my other hand as of its on life support.

“Do you know who I am?” he sneers in my face, his breath hitting me with its minty smell. I lean in as close as possible, trying to make him uncomfortable but it doesn’t work. He just stands there looking me in the eyes with a cold hard stare.

“Yes,” I whisper “You’re a tall, stupid, cocky jock that doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. We were drunk last night! It didn’t mean anything and if you are going to punch me do it already.” I hiss. His grip on my fist lightens and his eyes soften a bit. Why Though? Is he intimidated? Doubt it. He lowers his fist from my face and huffs.

“We were drunk; I can’t even remember your name. Just your face.”

How could I forget it, it’s beautiful and his smile is dazzling. He in turn doesn’t speak, just brushes pass me and heads to the door. I turn around and watch as he walks about, but he stops. He looks back at me with a sad gaze.

“I just don’t want anyone to know about it and for the record…I lied.”

I wait for him to continue but he just stares at me, his sad eyes move through me. Making me increasingly uncomfortable and impatient.

“…I wasn’t drunk and by the way my name’s Jacob.”

SOOO Because of my insane block right now this is where I decided to end it even though I had an entire theme for this chapter which was supposed to be about 7 pages. The next chapter will be much longer.  On a Brighter Note. Can anyone tell me why I named the chapter “Jock Blocked”? and why is the song of the chapter Respect? If so I’ll give the person closest to it my first dedication evuh! Next Chapter :}
XOXO

ps. Pic on the side of Danny.