C13 Chelsea

An entire week has passed since I’ve seen or spoken with Kevin or Jason. Since Kevin left, I’ve been drinking myself into a drunken stupor every night while wallowing in heartache.

Undoubtedly, Jason is a persistent mother fucker. He continues to call my cell phone regularly. If he isn’t calling, he’s texting me.

I have received so many text messages from him that I can’t even keep track of them. Or his mood swings.

One minute, he insists I’m his. And, in the same breath, he’s cursing at me for kissing Kevin. I’ve ignored every message he has sent, precisely because he’s even threatened to kiss another girl and send me a picture of it, so I can see how it feels to suffocate with jealousy.

I understand kissing Kevin was wrong. Every day that passes, I regret it even more. However, at the moment, I can’t feed into Jason’s shit and show him I care, or it would allow him to believe that it’s okay to lie. Therefore, I refuse to give Jason the power of believing his threats has affected me.

Clearly, we both have made mistakes and need to deal with them.

Evidently, there is no possible way to sugarcoat the secrets and lies we’ve created. Eventually, we will have to deal with our problems because if we don’t, they will continue to hang over our heads.

Obviously, Jason and I have both made terrible decisions by withholding secrets from one another, and now we’re paying for our mistakes.

Out of the blue, my phone rings again, tearing me from my thoughts. I suspected it would’ve been Jason calling again, only this time; it’s a number I don’t recognize. “Hello”

“I understand you don’t like me, but please don’t hang up on me.” The woman’s voice seems desperate.

“Who is this?” I question.

“It’s Lori.” I remain quiet. Indeed, she’s right, and I couldn’t agree with her more. Moreover, I’m not sure if I’ll ever like her.

Lori clears her throat before speaking. “Jason is doing terrible since you left him. He’s going to parties or bars every night and drinking himself senseless. One of his friends calls me every night since you left for me to pick him up, admitting he’s too drunk to drive home by himself. He’s a mess, Chelsea. Jason is angry, and he’s hurting. Not only that, you and Jason have been friends for so long. So, please don’t make my son suffer over something your father and I did a long time ago.” Instantly my heart shatters. I might not like her. However, I do love her son.

I guess I have ignored our problems long enough, “Where’s he at?” I ask.

“He’s at Steven’s house.” Steven is another senior who throws parties practically every night of the week.

“When Jason found out John was your father, Chelsea, he didn’t handle it too well. Jason was torn on telling you and scared of losing you. My son loves you more than he loves himself.” She murmurs into the phone, “This break up is tearing my son apart. I hope you can forgive him.”

I inhale and exhale deeply, “I’ll go get him.” I whisper before hanging up.

Regardless of what Jason and I are going through, I couldn’t leave Jason to rot in misery.

He’s not the only one suffering, though, so am I.

I’m at a beach house and have yet been to the beach. I’ve moped around miserably since Kevin has left.

I knew being alone would make this a lot harder, but I couldn’t ask Kevin to stick around and continue tugging at his heartstrings.

***

I force my way through the crowd of drunks and grab a drink, chugging it along the way. Right away, I spot Jason by the bar inside the basement, lifting a bottle to his mouth.

Furthermore, I notice a girl standing next to him, swaying her ass from side to side. I notice Jason isn’t paying her any attention since he is staring straight ahead, appearing to be lost in his thoughts.

Gradually, I stroll toward him, unclear of what to do or say. Once I approach him, he chokes on his drink.

As he stares at me, I take in his appearance and notice his once smooth face is hairy, but the beard actually looks good on him.

Promptly, Jason rubs at his tired eyes, “Am I dreaming?” He says more to himself.

“I’m here,” I mumble as I glimpse at the bitch that’s still shaking her ass on him. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Jason?” I question.

He snickers, “You did this, Chelsea. You fucking left me after you promised you wouldn’t.” He stretches his arm out, and traces my lips harshly with his thumb, “Did you think it was cute to send me that message, then fucking ignore me?” He questions sharply.

Instead of giving me a chance to reply, he pulls the girl dancing next to him onto his lap, smashes his lips against hers, and kisses her.

The fucked up part is, he keeps his eyes on me the entire fucking time he slips his tongue inside the girl’s mouth.

My eyes wander to the girl, and I realize the bitch is Jessica.

What is it about this girl that makes all the guys want her?

Perhaps, this is Jason’s way of paying me back. Or Karma. Either way, I don’t fucking care because I refuse to remain here and watch him kiss her.

Alas, I wanted to help him, but I won’t tolerate him purposely being an asshole and disrespecting me. Unfortunately, my anger doesn’t stop the tears. As the tears build in my eyes, I glance away from him.

He might have crushed my heart, but I refuse to allow him to see the pain.

Therefore, I run toward the door and leave Jason there to kiss that bitch.

On my way out the door, I bump into Kevin. “What are you doing here?” He asks.

Spontaneously, I seize his face, but before I could kiss him, I’m yanked from behind. I recognize those arms clutching me are Jason’s. Although his hold on me is secure, I still attempt to wiggle myself free.

Immediately after Kevin realizes I’m struggling, he grabs hold of my arm and yanks me toward him.

Jason refuses to let go. Therefore I’m getting pulled into two separate directions. “Stop,” I holler.

Immediately, both of the boys drop their hands, “I’m not a fucking jump rope. So, stop playing tug a war with me.”

“You’re coming home with me,” Jason snarls.

“Fuck you.” I yell as I shove at his chest, “Go back to kissing Jessica.” I spin to leave when I notice a girl walk over to Kevin. Soon after she reaches his side, she leans into him and kisses on his neck.

Kevin immediately pushes her away, “Are you good, Chelsea?” The girl he pushed away attempts to climb up his body.

I guess some things will never change. “Don’t worry about me, Kevin. Go back to your girl.” I gesture toward her, “She seems a little desperate.”

“Did you expect me to wait forever?” He places his arms around her shoulder as if he’s taunting me.

“I never expected you to wait at all,” I answer truthfully. Seeing Kevin with this girl hanging on him doesn’t phase me at all. Not the way it did when I saw Jason kissing Jessica.

Jason wraps his arms around me from behind, whispering sharply in my ear, “If you don’t come willingly, I’ll make a fucking scene and throw you over my shoulders. I’m not letting you leave me until we’ve talked.”

I turn around and challenge him, “You’re too drunk to carry me.” Instantly, he throws me over his shoulders and doesn’t stop until we’ve reached his car. I guess he wasn’t that drunk after all since he hadn’t staggered once.

Once we’ve reached his car, he lazily tosses me into the back seat and climbs on top of me, “Did you fuck him, Chelsea?”

And here, the jealousy begins. “Fuck you, Jason. You kissed that bitch right in front of me, knowing how I feel about her.” I push at his shoulders until he falls to the side.

“How’s it feel?” He asks while bringing his lips to mine.

I dodge his kiss, “Don’t kiss me while you have that whores salvia fresh in your mouth.”

He climbs to his knees and yanks my pants down, “You’re jealous. Now, you understand how I feel.” He proclaims as he tosses my pants to the floor.

Jason slides his hands up and down my slit before bringing his fingers to his nose and smells them. “Did you fuck him, Chelsea?”

I’m incapable of ignoring the sensations I’m feeling from his fingers as he roughly massages my clitoris, “Answer me, Chelsea.”

“Fuck you,” I moan while rotating my hips in circles, thirsting for more. My body has missed Jason as much as my heart has. Though, I refuse to admit it.

Jason flips me around and smacks my ass. “Ouch,” I shriek.

Without delay, Jason rams his dick inside me and fucks my pussy, harshly.

He smacks my ass again, only this time it’s harder, “Answer me, Chelsea.” He roars while teasing my clit brutally as he continues pushing his cock in and out of my vagina.

“No, I didn’t fuck him.” I wail as I push my ass-backward, demanding more.

Jason slides his cock out and settles me onto my back. He enters me slowly, breathing heavily.

“Open your eyes, and look at me, Chelsea,” he commands as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“No,” I moan while digging my nails down his back.

“Please,” He begs.

I give in to his request, and as soon as my eyes open, the tears drop. “I love you, Chelsea, so fucking much.” He leans down and attempts to kiss my lips.

Quickly, I turn my face to the side and give him my neck. Without hesitation, he sucks my neck hard, marking me, “I’ll never let you go, Chelsea.” He whispers. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He admits while his fingers work magic on my clitoris.

His lips continue to kiss me everywhere, excluding my mouth. Within seconds I’m shaking, and my toes curl as the pleasure rocks through my body.

Jason continues thrusting until he’s filled me with his love juice. Before he pulls out, he tries to kiss me. Again, I dodge his lips.

Instead of trying to kiss my lips, he licks the tears away. Momentarily, he relaxes his forehead against mine, “I can’t live without you, so we need to figure out a way to work through this.”

In one of the text messages he had sent, Jason had mentioned that his house was now livable and begged me to come back to him. “I’ll go to your house, and talk to you, Jason, but I’m leaving first thing in the morning.”

His eyes become dark as he wordlessly strokes his thumb over my lips. I guess he is picturing Kevin’s lips on mine. Probably, the same way, I keep replaying him kissing that skank whore.

Hastily, Jason grabs my pants off the floor and dresses me. Carefully, he slides out of the car, taking me with him, and places me in the front seat. After he buckles me in, he presses his lips to my cheek and keeps them there while he breathes me in.

I close my eyes and allow the tears to fall freely. I recognize we have a storm brewing, and we’re currently in the eye of it.