Page 22 of Little Devil

My song suddenly cuts off and I hit the bag one more time, spinning to look at the asshole who just pulled the cord from my phone. Noah hits me with that stupid golden boy grin of his and I openly glare at him, lifting my forearm to wipe my hair from my face.

“How did you find me?”

“I saw your car in the parking lot on my way home.”

“So you followed me in here?”

“You won’t talk to me, JJ,” he fires back, throwing his hands out in annoyance. “You avoid me at school, you don’t answer your phone or text me back, and your stupid staff won’t even let me through your fucking door. What the hell do you expect me to do?”

I don’t give a shit what he does, but I don’t tell him that.

He sighs and steps closer to me, eyeing the traitorous tears still leaking from my eyes. “What happened?”

“My mom,” I choke out, glaring at the ceiling with my gloves on my waist while I fight to compose myself.

Stop crying.

I take a deep breath and force my body to comply, cutting my eyes back to Noah to find him staring at me and my form, but it’s not out of want. He doesn’t like it when I wear sweatpants to work out, says they make me look like a twelve year old boy.

“What do you want, Noah?” I ask, no longer in the mood to answer his question.

“I want you back.”

I laugh lightly at that, lifting my gloves up to my mouth to work on the velcro with my teeth. “I told you it’s done. We are done.”

“But we don’t have to be,” he argues, gently taking my wrists to help me with them. “If you can just let this go, we can get through this. We can be us again.”

I open my mouth to argue but he shakes his head, dropping my gloves to the floor before moving in to take my face in his hands.

“Come on, JJ,” he says. “Let me make it up to you.”

I remain still and he takes full advantage, slowly sliding his hands down to my waist to pull me into him. He kisses the corner of my mouth and I tense, squeezing my eyes shut to banish the disgust at myself for allowing him to touch me. The weak, broken hearted little girl inside me begs me to cling to the only boy I’ve ever known, but instead of ignoring her like I should, I wrap my hands around his neck and smash my mouth on his. He exhales a relieved breath and I bite his lip, digging my nails into his flesh to encourage him to move faster. He winces and removes my hands from his neck, sweetly linking our fingers together while he moves his mouth down to my jaw. I roll my eyes and grit my teeth, silently begging the ceiling for patience while he continues to tease me with his lips.

He’s always been clueless when it comes to making me feel good, never noticed the way I used to fake moans and orgasms just to get him to finish faster, and it seems tonight’s no exception.

I want him to take me, to own me the way I watched him owning my best friend through the window that night, but he won’t do it. Instead he takes it slow, handling me like I’m a fragile, expensive object he’s afraid he’ll break if he’s not careful.

He wraps his arms around my back and I cringe, fisting my hands by my shoulders while I prepare myself to let him have me the way he wants me.

Speak your words, Jordyn James.

He pecks my lips again and I turn my head away, bravely shoving him back with as much force as I can manage. “No.”

“What the fuck, JJ?”

“I don’t want that!” I shout, angrily wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I want..”

“What?” he bites out. “What do you want from me?”

“I..” I trail off, shaking my head at myself because it doesn’t matter what I want.

It never matters what I want.

“She wants you to fuck her like you hate her.”

I jump and spin in a half circle, searching the shadows to find the source of that voice. I find the cocky bastard a second later, narrowing my eyes when I catch that stupid smirk on his face. He’s wearing a black pair of gym shorts and a black t–shirt, casually leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest like he’s not being a total creep right now.

“How long have you been standing there?”

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