Best Friends... Or More

Chapter 5- Fighting

His face was almost angry at first. Jason had never been angry at me before. Of course, I was angry too, so I glared right back at him. A small smirk came to the corner of his mouth. I turned around and picked out some clothes to wear. He watched me intently as I pulled on the ripped shorts and tank top. My hair was still wet so I started to walk back to her bathroom, where the hair dryer was. He followed me without saying a word. I was about to close the door in his face when he put his foot between the doorframe. "Can I help you?" It really wasn't a question, I just wanted him to leave me alone. "I'm sorry.." he muttered it out so quietly I wasn't even sure I heard him correctly. "Pardon?" "I'm sorry for seducing you with my awesome skills, it's not your fault." I scoffed at him in disgust. "Jason, trust me, you didn't seduce me. In fact, that kiss sucked." It was a lie, he was actually a good kisser. It kinda pissed me off even more that he was able to do that. "Jessica, look me in the eye and say that." He used my real name, so he must be serious. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction though. I glanced up into his bright green eyes that suddenly reminded of the trees growing outside. Beautiful. "It was aw-" His lips cut mine off and I was shut up. His hand fisted in my hair and my mouth opened in surprise. His tongue darted out and I quickly bit it. "Fuck!" He cursed out. I didn't taste blood, damn it. His hand was still in my hair and he gripped it tighter. "You know you liked it." He grumbled out. I pulled against his hold, "Let me go you bastard!" His lips claimed mine again and I could feel my resistance weakening. "Jason, let me go.." I mumbled against his lips. "Waited too long.." He whispered back. His free hand went to my lower back and pulled me closer. My hands fought against his chest, beating, pounding against him. He suddenly freed me and grabbed my hands. Our mouths broke apart and he glared at me as he held my wrists above my head. "Damn it woman, let me kiss you." I was gasping for air. "Fuck you Jason, you're nothing but a whore!" His eyes were suddenly glistening, "Is that what you think of me?" He was about to cry. Well shit! I've only seen Jason cry once, that was when his dad left back when we were in middle school. I never wanted to see him cry again. He put my wrists down, "I'm sorry Jess, I'll leave you alone." He walked out the door. I got what I wanted, he left me alone. So why do I feel so guilty?