Page 13 of Riding Jamie

“Seriously?” I sigh, wanting this to be over with. I’m in a good mood for once, and I can finally start planning how to get Oakley back. I don’t want to deal with any of this right now. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I can’t believe she has the gall to show up and act like we’re friends after what she did at Oakley’s birthday. Does she think that she can just force a kiss on me, ruin my relationship, and then show up as soon as things are going well and act like everything’s good? Just thinking about that night gets my blood boiling. I know I was also to blame for how everything went down, and the timing of things could not have been worse, but everything with Savannah was entirely her fault. I know that the kiss wasn’t what broke me and Oakley apart, but even seeing her is enough to make my skin crawl.

“Oh my God, what’s your problem?” she calls after me as I turn to walk away once more.

She sounds like she thinks I’m joking, and it makes me even more furious. I ignore her entirely, fuming and doing my best to keep myself in check before I start screaming at her in front of everyone here. I’ve never hated someone the way I hate her, and my chest is bubbling with a million insults that I want to hurl at her, but I know I won’t.

Before I can even figure out how to get away from her for good, she’s talking again.

“Come on, Jamie,” she whines, following behind me. “We were on a road trip and heard you were riding. I just wanted to come see you and offer my support.”

My mouth waters with acid and hate, and I turn back around before staring her down.

“Why the fuck would I want to see you, Savannah?” I say harshly. “After everything you did? Get lost.”

Her little posse of friends shifts uncomfortably, moving closer to her like they think I’m going to hurt her. She may be a raging bitch, but I’d never lay my hands on a woman.

“Is this still about Oakley?” she laughs viciously, rolling her eyes in a way that makes me see red. “Why do you even care? I’m pretty sure y’all broke up. You know, like, explosively. In front of everyone.”

My gut flips unpleasantly, shame and anger and heartbreak rushing through me in one massive tidal wave of emotion. “I don’t give a fuck what you say and think, Savannah,” I snarl, “and no matter how hard you tried to fuck things up for me, I’m going to get Oakley back.”

She twists her lips in a mocking little pout, a scathing laugh falling from her lips in the next second.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s going great,” she sighs, lazily checking her nails. “She hasn’t even called you since she dumped your ass, has she?”

The truth of that hits me right in the heart, even if I know Savannah is just swinging blindly. All she’s ever been is desperate. She’s only ever wanted attention and she never bothered to develop an actual personality outside of being mean to everyone she comes across, but she’s certainly had a lot of practice at figuring out exactly what hurts someone the most.Her friends seem to be practiced in the same art because they start giggling meanly and whispering amongst themselves.

Savannah lifts her hand to touch my face, but I step back, glaring at her. I need to reel myself in before I do something I really regret, but she’s pressing every single button I have. Vividly, I imagine shoving her into the dirt, but I ball my hands into fists at my side and stomp down on the urge. I have fucking morals, and I can’t let myself do something like that.

I wouldn’t be the man Oakley fell in love with if I did that. Savannah may deserve the karma that’s coming for her, but it won’t come at my hands.

“Face it, Jamie,” she simpers at me, “she clearly doesn’t care. She’s always thought she’s too good for folks like us. All of the Montgomery’s do. I mean, seriously, why waste your time? She’s probably already dating someone else.”

I’m vibrating with fury by the time she finishes her little rant, and I can tell by the sadistic gleam in her eyes that she’s gotten exactly what she wants.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” I grit out, my voice shaking.

I spin to give her my back once more and this time, I don’t let her stop me from walking away.

Finally making my way inside the bathroom, I’m instantly grateful for the silence that greets me. It’s a small space, just a toilet and a sink, but it’s blessedly private, and I sigh in relief. Locking the door to give myself a moment of peace, I step up to the sink and lean my hands against it as I lower my head and take a deep breath. My hands are shaking with an unpleasant mix of anger and anxiety, and when I look up at myself in the mirror, I look like a wreck. My eyes are red, and my face is thinner than I remember it being just a few months ago, and I just look so completely beat down and exhausted that I’m almost surprised that I’m still standing.

I’m frustrated and pent up and angry. I’m proud of myself for this win, and I miss Oakley so much it fucking burns.

Just the thought of her is enough to make my heart race in my chest, and I groan when I realize I’m getting hard. I must be the biggest mess on the entire planet. My hand moves away from the sink almost like it has a mind of its own, and my breath hitches at the first press of my palm against the growing bulge in my pants and it's enough to make my mind go blank.

I fumble with my belt, yanking it open and shoving my jeans down just far enough to bare my cock, desperate for anything good. I want things to be simple again, I want Oakley again, and all I can think about is that perfect smile on her face, the way her waist felt in my hands. My hand is dry and rough around my cock, but I don’t care, focusing on the memories of Oakley beneath me. Her mouth was always so soft, and she told me the sweetest things every time we laid in bed together. It hardly takes two minutes for me to be spilling over my hand with the memories of her opening up for me playing out in my head.

I’m left panting, still hunched over the sink as my thighs shake from the aftershocks of my orgasm. My own cum is starting to dry on my hand, and I suddenly feel absolutely filthy.

I turn the tap on and wash my hands roughly, trying to cleanse myself of my own shame. My pants are easy enough to get back into place, and as soon as my belt is buckled again, I cup my hand beneath the water. I rub it across my face, hoping it’ll make me feel a little less disgusting.

It washes most of the grime away from my skin, but I still feel stained. Guilt and heartbreak sit heavily in my chest, and I realize helplessly that glaring at myself in the mirror isn’t going to do anything to fix that. My determination to get Oakley back hasn’t wavered for even a second, but part of me is starting to doubt my chances. Savannah is right, it’s beenmonths, and I haven’t been able to talk to her at all. Worse being that she hasn’ttried to reach out, not once. If she’s moved on, I don’t know how I’ll survive it.

“Jamie? You in there?” my dad’s voice calls, following a knock on the door.

“Yeah,” I answer. “Just washing my face. One sec.”

Practicing my smile in the mirror, I do my best to not make it look forced when I open the door. I’m greeted almost immediately with a stack of papers being waved in my face. My dad grins proudly from behind them, already pressing a pen into my hand as he leads me away from the bathroom and toward a low bench set up by the wall.

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