[chapter thirteen]
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~Jasmine's POV~
He's such an asshole.
I'm seething as I drive across town to the house, speed limits a thing for other people on the road. Not me.
Man, just when you think you've found a guy a little different from the rest, he turns out the same. An asshole.
He just fucked me, then kicked me out.
Now I'm just pissed.
Granted, I probably would be less pissed if the sex hadn't been …
Phenomenal.
Fantastic.
Mindblowing.
Asshole. He teased me, touched me, loved me. Made me feel sexy and gorgeous and amazing. Made me scream and cry and moan. Before he threw me out like he never wanted to see me again. Asshole.
Now I'm just pissed.
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"He's jackass, J." I said bitterly, sitting on Jimmie's back porch, watching the sun sink into the horizon, a beer in my hand.
"I'm as shocked as you, Jas." Jimmie says sympathetically, taking a sip of his own beer. "I mean, you're all he's talked about for days. Since he met you, really."
"I find that hard to believe." I say uncertainly.
"It's true. He's talked about you. A lot. He really likes you."
"So why did he kick me to the curb in such a hurry after we - " I stop suddenly and look at Jimmie. "This has to be an awkward conversation for you. Your neighbor is sleeping with your boss, and bitching to you about it."
Jimmie laughs and shakes his head. "I'm a big boy. No worries."
"I'm just … I'm hurt, Jimmie." I admit, lowering my eyes. "I've been hurt by guys too much in the past, and figured I was past that. But I mean, after such a … pleasant evening … " I say diplomatically, "I wasn't expecting that reaction from him. He seemed like more of a nice guy."
"He is a nice guy. I think, and don't tell him I said this; I think Brooke did a serious mind fuck on him." Jimmie says, dropping his voice as though Jeff were going to pop out of the shrubbery. "She totally broke him down all the time, and made him feel guilty about everything. You are the first girl I think he's looked at twice since her."
"Hrmph." I say noncommittally.
"I think he's scared of what you do to him."
"What do I do to him?" I ask, shocked. "I haven't done anything!"
Jimmie laughs, bumping his elbow against me. "You aren't little Miss Perfect who's always making sure he's all perfect and goody and tucked in. You aren't telling him he's not a man all the time. You aren't being boring and normal and safe. To him, you're wild and rebellious."
"Well, that's just fucking sad then." I say seriously. "What the hell? He should know better than all that."
"Jas … you have to remember … Jeff's a pretty … " Jimmie stops, considering his words. "He's a pretty conservative, God-fearing, do-the-right-thing kind of guy. And Brooke was exactly the kind of girl a nice boy like him should be with. He's very … traditional."
Yeah, well, I can speak to the fact that, while fantastic, his sexual technique is not exactly the swinging from the chandeliers type. I wonder if that's the 'traditional' Jimmie means, and giggle to myself at the thought.
"What?!" Jimmie asks and I giggle harder.
"Nothing. Just … nothing." I say, composing myself, the strains of an old Eurythmics song echoing in my head. "She told him he wasn't a man?" I ask quietly after a few seconds of being serious again.
"All the time, from what I can tell."
"Well, if he ever stops being an asshole to me, maybe I'll prove to him that he is."
"I don't want to know how you'll do that, okay?" Jimmie teases and I laugh.
Oh yeah. If he wants wild and rebellious, he'll get it.
But not until he's been punished.