Chapitre 12: Drunken, Jason Again!
Jason has been a little weird lately, He's only here at night, and he's usually not alone. It bothers me a lot since I'm always woken up by fake orgasms at 3 'o'clock in the morning. I mean, they really must be fake because no one is that good at all.
Suddenly a soft knock is heard on my door. I move away from my study table and open the door.
He stands with his shirt off, exposing his toned chest.
Who is he trying to impress? I mean yes I am a little bit impressed.
" Hey, Marie," he says. I lift my head to see him smiling down at me.
"Hey" I squeak out. His smile turns into a frown.
"What's wrong with you?" He asks, I shake my head and put on a fake smile.
" Look, I can tell something's bothering you," he says, stepping around me and into my room. I turn around to see him already laying on my bed with his arms behind his head.
" Seems like I came at the wrong time," he says, looking over at my desk.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.
He chuckles and pats down the bed beside him. Walking over to my bed, I sit down at the edge.
"Marie" he warns.
"What!?" I shrug.
"Come here, " he says.
I shake my head.
If he thinks he can ignore and use me whenever he wants to, I mean he thinks it's a good idea to just pop out and ask me to do whatever he likes then, no I'm not going down that road.
"Marie" he warns again.
"What!?" I say as confidently as I can.
He let out a soft chuckle.
I roll my eyes at him.
"If you don't mind, I need to continue studying," I say, standing up and walking toward my desk.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead," he says.
"Jason, I need you out," I say, giving him a death stare.
He stares back at me.
I get up and open my door " Jason, out" I say.
He rolls his eyes making his way up from my bed.
"What's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing Jason," I say, avoiding eye contact with him.
I walk back to my desk but he blocks me, I move to the side, but he blocks me again.
"What's your problem, Jason?" I say irritated.
"What's wrong, Marie?" He asks, grabbing my arm.
I don't say anything but just stare at the ground.
I pull myself back from him and he lets go.
" You can tell me, I'm here" he tries again.
Thinking of how he kissed in that car and thinking of all those loud moans, I feel my blood start to boil.
"Please leave Jason," I say.
"We are roommates, you can tell me whatever that's bothering you,'' he says.
"Jason, I said leave!"
He moves around me and opens the door leaving in a swift movement.
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Making myself dinner, since Jason isn't around and I doubt if he'll be home anytime soon, and if does come back in time I'm pretty sure he will bring one of his hoes home, I feel pity for Kate, I've never seen them in the act but, I feel sorry for her, Jason brings different girls home sometimes he would peek into my room to see if I'll be sleeping but it'll be a pretense.
Just as I'm about to turn the stove on, the front door flies open making me jump and peek at who it was, I see a stumbling Jason.
"Great now he's home drunk, again" I mumble to myself.
"I heard you'' he slurs, as he stumbles to the living room, trying to sit down on the couch but fails miserably and falls flat on the floor.
Chuckling, I step away from the stove and walk over to the couch, Jason is laying on the floor looking like he just saw an alien.
"Jason!" he ignores me and continues staring at the ceiling.
" How much alcohol did you have?"
He looks at me with droopy eyes and a slotted smile. Helping him up on the couch is a task. He reaches out and grabs a lock of my hair and twists it around his finger "You remind me of her" he slurs.
Great, he's drunk.
I leave him on the couch and go into the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, returning with a glass of water.
"Here, drink this" I pass it to him, and he takes the cup with both hands like a toddler. He drinks the whole glass and passes it back to me.
"You should get some sleep," I say.
"Will you sleep with me?"
"No, I will not," I mumble.
Grabbing his arm and helping him up to his room, it's the first time I'm in his room. It's a bit tidy and clean. I love the view of the city from a distance.
"Lie down," I say.
He lies down, putting both of his legs on the bed.
Just as I was about to leave he stopped me by grabbing ahold of my arm.
"Please, sleep with me" he begs.
Thinking about those loud moans, I shake my head "No, I can't" I say.
"Please!?" he tries again.
"Goodnight, Jason," I say, walking away from him and shutting his door behind me.
He's surely going to have a serious headache when he wakes up.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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