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Chapter 33: Damn You Aqueela, Damn You

I’m up early the next morning, prepared for Mason to get here. I decided to give Jay the benefit of the doubt for now. But I’d keep dropping subtle hints all morning to see if he’d fess up, but every time he’d back out which disappointed me. I thought he was better than that.

“Aqueela, door!” I hear Jay call from somewhere upstairs as the doorbells rings.

I sigh aloud, “I’m going. I’m going.”

A part of me wanted Mason to pitch and the other part of me wanted him to keep away. I don’t want to fail science, but things are going to be so awkward between Mason and I. The last time I saw him he told me everything, including the small detail that he’s always loved which I’m still having a hard time believing.

By the time I get to the door, I see that Oog has already let Mason in and is now offering Mason a blob of butter.

I stifle my giggles as I lead Oog away before returning back to Mason. “Hey.” he smiles lazily, dazed, upon seeing me.

“Hi.” I chirp, feigning enthusiasm, “Thanks for coming.” I add shyly adverting my eyes from his brown ones.

Mason shrugs, “Not a problem. Just one question, who was that little filthy guy?”

I laugh at that, the tension suddenly broken, “Never mind him.” I say before flopping down into one of the couches, patting the empty seat beside me. Mason raises his eyebrows at me, but catches the hint none the less and takes to my forwardness, sitting beside me. “Let’s get this over with.” I sigh, not lis for chemistry.

It’s about an hour later when my brain sizzles out. Jay’s still upstairs doing whatever Jay’s do. “Maaaassssssoooonnn.” I drawl, “Can we please take a break?” I beg. I’d actually been concentrating, but now my mind was deadbeat.

“Sure.” he agrees, “How about I tell you some chemistry pick up lines to clear your mind?”

I shrug, “If it makes me laugh, why not?”

Mason looks at me and suddenly puts on a serious face, “Do you have eleven protons because you’re sodium fine?”

Being the one who laughs easily, I begin to erupt in giggles. How can you not laugh when he’s acting all serious about it?

My laughter encourages Mason to go on further, “You’re like an exothermic reaction, you spread hotness everywhere.”

I throw my head back laughing and Oog joins in for the sake of laughing as he cuddles beside me on the seat, not wanting to be excluded. He’s defensive over his lime light.

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you.”

His jokes just keep coming and knowing that Mason was a flirt before Bells, I get why he has them all mesmerized.

“Hey Baby, I’ve got my ion you.”

I begin laughing and smiling so much that my tummy begins to hurt. “Tell me the ones that you actually used to pick up girls?” I beg, needing to hear more.

Mason scratches the back of his head awkwardly, “Those are restricted. They’re a little…crude. It’d be better if you don’t hear them. You’re too innocent.”

I tug on his arm and pout, “Oh please. Please tell me them. Please. Please! Please please please please please-“

Oog cuts me off, “Please tell Eela dem.” Oog begs Mason with a puppy eyed stare.

Mason pulls a face at Oog, still wondering who he is, but gives in none the less, “Hey baby, would a little more alcohol catalyze this reaction?”

This has me in tears. It doesn’t stop there. Mason still has a lot up his sleeve. At one point he did have quite the reputation with the ladies, so it’s to be expected.

I tend to forget how filthy he was back then.

But he has me in stitches that I fail to even notice the new presence, Jay’s presence, in the room.

“You must be chlorine cause you are polarizing my bond.”

“How about we go back to my place and form a covalent bond?”

“If you were an element you’d be Francium because you’re the most attractive.”

“You are a photon quanta to my valence electron because you excite me to a higher energy level.”

Okay, that last one…there’s the sick perverted Mason I once knew.

“My favorite attractive force is Van Der Waal’s force. Can you feel it? I’ll move closer if you can’t.” Mason moves closer to me for the effect and I have to wipe away the tears because I’m laughing way too much. I can’t believe these actually worked.

“When I’m near you I undergo anaerobic respiration because baby, you take my breath away.”

Well, he’s literally taking my breath away now.

“I’m so strongly attracted to you, scientists will have to discover a fifth fundamental force.”

“Let’s find our combined volume by displacing the liquid in my water bed.”

“We have such great chemistry that we should do some biology together.”

“You are the HCl to my NaOH. With our sweet love we could make an ocean together.”

Mason doesn’t even give me time to breathe as he continues on.

“Are you a non-volatile particle? Because you raise my boiling point.”

How many does he have? Damn!

“Can’t breathe!” I whine, clutching at my sides and leaning over to try stop laughing.

Oog, laughing louder than me, even though he doesn’t get it, copies me, “Oog not breathe either.”

“You must be the acid to my litmus paper because every time I meet you I turn bright red.”

“Could you tell me the oxidation state of this atom and your phone number?”

Someone in the room clears their throat, but Mason and I pay no heed to it, engrossed in our own conversation.

“The last two are pretty bad.” Mason says but I encourage him to just tell me before I get impatient and force it out of him. “You asked for it.” he warns, “If I was an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.”

Woah!

He wasn’t kidding.

“How about we slip between my beta-pleated sheets and you get to know my alpha-helix?”

I burst out laughing all over again, hoping for Bells sake that Mason never used any of these on her, but I get the feeling that he did.

“I hope for your sake Montry that you have no more.”

Immediately I fall silent, my laughing hushed as Mason and I turn our heads to see Jay leaning against the lounge wall with his arms crossed over his defined chest and his head coked to the side with a frown invading his lips, his eyes narrowed in on Mason dangerously.

Before Mason can even speak, Jay turns his deadpanned glare on me, “What the hell is he doing in my house?”

I give him a sheepish grin, “Tutoring.”

Jay furrows his eyebrows with a boyish glint to his eyes, “In what?”

Sometimes he’s just irresistible…

“Science.” I answer back as Mason keeps quite, well aware that if he did anything more he might set off the ticking time bomb that is Jay Taylor.

“You didn’t tell me that you needed help in science.” Jay points out a false fact which irritates me because I had asked him, but he was too damn tired to care or process anything.

“I told you last night, even hinted at you tutoring me, but you didn’t seem to care that I’m failing just about all my classes.” I complain, holding my own nicely.

“I don’t remember having this conversation.” he murmurs as if thinking back.

“Because you fell asleep on me.” I remind him just as Mason asks, “Why are you living with him in anycase?”

I don’t even turn to Mason, keeping my faze fixed on Jay as I slap a hand over Mason’s mouth. His mere voice his enough to set Jay off so he better shut the hell up if he knows what’s best for him.

I’m right.

It sets Jay off.

Jay locks his intimidating stare back onto Mason, “I have a better question, why are you still in my house?”

“No!” Oog pouts, holding onto Mason’s upper arm, “He Eela make laugh. He stay. Forever.”

Um…no!

Jay’s eyes widen at the thought as if the very idea had him seething in anger, “I’ll shoot myself before I let that happen Oog. Besides, I drew the line with you. My house isn’t a damn charity case.” Jay then turns back to Mason, “Get out my house before I f**king kill you.” Jay threatens, his hands clutched into fists and his eyes just daring Mason to do anything other than what he just said.

Mason stands up, picking up his books and stuff before he turns to me with a vague smile, “I should just go. I’ll make another study date with you at my house.”

“The f**k you will.” Jay mutters as he pushes himself off the wall and steps beside me protectively.

Yeah… cause Mason is such a threat.

“Look…” Mason holds his hands up in surrender, “I don’t want to start a fight with you.”

“Too late.” Jay growls before he steps forward swiftly and shoots his fist forcefully right into Mason’s jaw that a clicking sound echoes around us afterwards. Mason flays backwards from impact, holding onto his jaw. Jay moved so fast that I hadn’t time to predict his actions or try and stop it. “Always knew you had a glass jaw.”

“Jay!” I shout as I rush to Mason’s side and lift his face to mine to see if he’s okay. That was one hell of a punch. I turn back to Jay, now reeling in fury, “What the hell has gotten into you?!”

I don’t often shout, but when I do…run. Run as far and fast as you possibly can.

Jay knows that I don’t shout often and seems stunned to the core by my outrage. “He started it.”

“He didn’t do anything you maniac!” I shout again before Mason pulls me back by waist to prevent me from killing Jay.

“I wasn’t talking about now.” Jay replies back coldly, completely detached from this world in this moment. All he sees is red and he’s in a fit of rage. I can see it just judging by his rapid breathing as if he’s ready to commit murder.

What does he mean he wasn’t talking about now? What’s the deal between these two?

“Leave it alone Aqueela. It’s fine.” Mason tries to reassure quietly me as he stops rubbing his chin, but there’s already a blue bruise forming.

Whatever it is, Mason doesn’t want me prying either.

“It’s not fine! He can’t just punch you in the face for no apparent reason!” I yell at poor unsuspecting Mason who hadn’t done anything wrong. “Sorry.” I mutter and then turn back to Jay and point an accusing finger at him, “You’re going to anger management classes, you understand me!?”

I’ll force him to go. He needs help.

“I’ll just go.” Mason whispers and I barely register him leaving and Oog chasing after him as I keep my scowl directed firmly to Jay.

“You can’t tell me what to f**king do!” Jay shouts back, for once raising his voice. He didn’t yell that often either so it takes me by storm. “And in case you’ve forgotten, this is my house. I do what I want!” he takes a bold step closer to me.

“That’s the problem Jay!” I raise my tone, closing off the small distance between us subconciously so that we’re chest to chest, face to face, “You always do what you want even if it’s at the expense of others!” I huff, frustrated as I poke his chest repeatedly, infuriated.

Jay catches my hand in his before I can poke him again, his blue eyes simmering in fury and desire as he breathes heavily against me, our chests just touching, his heart beating furiously against that of my own, sending tingles down my spine.

The warmth of his hand soothes me.

For a split second, everything freezes and time seems to stop as we both come to realize the close proximity between us. His eyes find my own and for a single moment our gaze lingers, but I break it when I look down to my hand that Jay had captured in his own as my heart begins to thump louder, faster.

I glance back up to find that Jay’s eyes have softened up upon registering what I’d said.

He instantly senses an underlining reason in my behaviour because I slipped up with that last accusation. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “What are you on about now?” he takes a softer tone with me this time round, releasing my hand from his own.

He knows me so well. I won’t bother beating around the bush, “Were you ever planning to tell me that you found my father?” I come out with it.

That’s why I’m really mad. Mason was just the cherry on the top. I hadn’t realized how hurt I was by Jay’s secrecy until now.

Jay’s eyes find mine, guilt evident in his as he says, “Were you ever planning to tell me that you went through my stuff?” he tries to turn this back on me.

I place my hands on my hips, unimpressed by his antics, “I’m serious Jay.”

He sighs, reaching up to run a hand through his dark messy hair before stepping back from me, “No.” he answers truthfully. At least he’s being honest.

“Why?” I breathe against him, wanting to know the reason.

“I’m not going to ever tell you why. So just let it go.” Jay tells me fervently, softly, before he wraps his muscular arm around my waist and draws me nearer to him against my will, trying to distract me.

Fury fills my veins at his answer. I shove him back, having finally lost my temper, “You better tell me Jay!” I shout, pissed off. I’m not letting something important to me go without a form of an explanation.

“No.” he insists, stubborn as always.

Why can’t he just give in?

“I deserve to know.” I reply through gritted teeth, annoyed with him, restraining myself from doing anything I would regret.

“My house, my damn rules. If you don’t like it, then leave.” He retorts bitterly and tries to reach out to me yet again, not thinking I’d actually take him up on that offer, but I move away so that I’m out of his reach.

“Fine! I will!” I shout in conviction, meaning every single word for once.

I’ve had enough.

“Fine.” he shrugs as if he couldn’t care less, nonchalant as ever. He points to the door, “The door is literally open.” he says, referring to the fact that Mason had left the door open when he’d scrambled out here along with Oog. “No one’s stopping you. I certainly won’t, you’ve made my life a living hell. I’m done with you.”

His words sting and I flinch back as if he’d slapped me.

I shake my head at him, disappointed, as I my make my way out the door, slamming it shut after me, not having anything more to say to him.

It just wasn’t worth it.

If he doesn’t want to fight for me, then I’m done fighting for him.

But when I make it out to the other side of the door I come to realize that all my stuff is still upstairs in his guest room and I refuse to leave my stuff behind with him.

I do a one eighty and slam the door back open, entering back in to find him still frozen in the same spot I’d left him.

“I’m just getting my stuff and I’ll be out of your hair forever.” I grumble, attempting to move past him, but he stops me, purposely making himself an obstacle in my way as he steps in front of me, just brushing up against me.

His warm hand latches onto my wrist, pulling me to a direct halt right in front of him.

“What are you doing?” I complain, trying to break free from his hold, but to no avail. He’s too powerful. He overcomes my every struggle with his own movements.

He doesn’t answer, his blue eyes darkening as he takes a step forward even closer toward me, forcing me to take a step backward in turn.

But then he takes another step forward and naturally I react with another step back.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

“Stop this.” I whisper when my backs hits the lounge wall and he smirks in satisfaction as if that had been what he wanted to happen all along.

He’s taking me by surprise.

“I said I was just getting my stuff.” I say softly in an unsteady breath, suddenly nervous as I try to move to the side of the wall to escape him.

He’s quick to counteract my actions, side stepping me and boxing me in when he leans in forward to enclose me between his strong arms so that I’m trapped. I glance up at him helplessly through my lashes. “Wh-What are you doing?” I repeat, stammering like a lost puppy.

He’s so close that I can smell that addictive natural mint scent of his mixed with his enticing cologne that he always wore. It’s like a breath of fresh air. His eyes meet mine in an intense gaze and for the first time I notice the speck of silver entwined in his those depths of blue like a wave crest finally coming to break.

The spell is broken when his hands move off either side of the wall and onto the sides of my neck causing me to shudder involuntarily. He sees this and offers me a mischievous smile at my reaction to his touch. One hand traces the back of my neck tenderly whilst his other hand moves down to my waist, keeping me in place against him.

He leans in closer, his warm breath intermingling with that of my own. “Damn you Aqueela, damn you.” he murmurs softly against my lips.

“What did I do?” I whisper, glancing down at his lips, now distracted.

He follows my eyes, sensing what was running through my head right now seeing as it was pretty obvious. “You ruin me.” he answers softly, affectionately, keeping his own eyes fixated on me.

I inwardly smile, taking my chances with him as I carefully run my hands up his defined chest and wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to me, “Oh?” I raise an eyebrow, now relishing at having the upper hand as he gives me a boisterous frown for my advances. “How so?” I tease him suggestively as my fingers find his hair. I pull lightly against him, feeling his soft silky strands against my fingertips.

He groans, shaking his head at my flirtatious actions, yet a small contradicting smile graces his lips.

He adverts his eyes from mine for a second, chuckling quietly and humorlessly to himself as if finding life incredibly funny. Then when I think he’s going to let me go like he always eventually does so that we can go back to how we were before, he does something so very unexpected.

He finds my eyes again, glancing down at me with powerful determination in those gorgeous blue eyes, suddenly and quickly wrapping his arm around my waist tightly, forcing me close to him, so close that it’s almost suffocating.

He uses his free hand at the back of my neck to play with the loose tendrils of my hair.

“In every single way possible.” he finally answers in one breath before his lips capture mine.

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