Jasper

I'm currently sitting in the cul-de-sac by Cami's house. My seat is pushed all the way back and she's straddling my lap, kissing my neck.

It's no where near as good as Malia. In fact, Malia is all I can think about. I know it isn't fair to Cami, but I'm a wreck.

"What's wrong baby?" Cami purrs, kissing a wet line up my neck.

"I'm tired. It was a long day."

"Don't you want me?" She asks, in a whining voice.

Ugh. What did I ever see in her?

I put my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Half heartedly, I kiss her to avoid the question. I know if I answer, she will probably slap me. I need to get into this and lose myself in her so I can forget.

Cami's knee knocks the gear shift and the car starts to roll back. She laughs, and peers up at me with wide eyes.

"Oops."

I quickly step on the brake, and knock it back into park before cutting the engine. My hands return to her waist, and I push her down on me, trying to get into it.

It doesn't work.

I groan and lay my head back. Cami takes this as my wanting her to kiss my neck again, and attacks me with more kisses. I'm seriously not feeling it.

You would think with a hot blonde on my lap, basically grinding me, that I could at least like it a little bit. I don't.

My neck feels sticky from her kisses and I don't know how much more I can take. I grip her hair, pulling her off my neck and connect my lips back to hers.

Cami opens her mouth, and my tongue easily slides in. She tastes like the vanilla ice cream we had earlier.

Her kiss is sloppy, and honestly, she sucks at it, but instead of stopping I push further.

My hand slides up her shirt, tracing along her skin. She shivers under my touch.

"You can take it off." She says against my lips.

I don't.

I kiss her harder, avoiding going too far because I feel like shit about what I'm doing. I'm a complete asshole.

I came tonight to let her down, and somehow I ended up in the cul-de-sac making out with her.

Great job Jasper. Great job.

Cami's hands find their way under my shirt, feeling me up. Small whimpers escape her lips as she runs them over my abs. I close my eyes and imagine that it's Malia.

I'm a terrible person. The worst. The worst of the worst. I should really stop this.

I grab her hands, stilling her movements and lock them by her side.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you." I say.

She stares at me and says nothing.

"Why?" She finally says.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to find the right way to say this.

"I made out with another girl today at the party. I mean it was a dare, but I enjoyed it." Just rip the bandaid right off.

Her eyes widen, but then she starts to kiss my neck again. I push her away.

"Did you hear me?" I ask.

"I did. Then I decided I don't care. It's not like we're exclusive." She leans in again to kiss my neck but I stop her.

"You should care." I say. "I care. I'm not that guy. I can't kiss you while I'm thinking about someone else."

She runs her hands up my shirt, still trying.

"So, just imagine I'm her. I do that sometimes. It's kind of like role playing."

Her fingertips glide along my skin and I close my eyes. It does feel somewhat good.

No. Stop.

"Cami please stop." I say, grabbing her hands again and pushing them to her sides.

She laughs, then pouts.

"I like it when you get a little rough."

Fuck. This girl is crazy.

"I should take you home." I say, grabbing her waist to remove her from my lap.

She presses down on my groin, while simultaneously lifting her skirt up to flash me her hot pink panties.

It does nothing for me.

"Cami, I'm serious. I'm not that guy."

Her nails dig into my wrists, pulling my hands up to cup her breasts.

"You aren't even trying." She says, thrusting her chest forward into my hands. "You busted my lip and my nose and I still came back. You owe me this."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying not to lose my temper. I really don't want to do this.

Her hands grasp her hair, lifting it up. One finger points down to her neck.

"Kiss me here." She says.

I lean forward and kiss her neck but I don't give it my all. She smells like cupcakes. Yesterday I would have been all over this. Today I don't care.

"Now here." She says pointing to her collarbone.

I think about how I kissed Malia this same way earlier. What would she think if she knew I was doing this with someone else just hours after her?

"Stop Cami." I say, huffing out an annoyed breath.

"Five minutes. Just give me five minutes and I'll leave it alone. I don't care what you have to do, but you're going to make this enjoyable for me or I'll tell everyone at school you have a three inch dick."

She's absolutely crazy.

"I don't care." I say.

"You don't care? How about if I tell the cops you raped me? Do you care about that?" Cami just took it to a whole new level.

I lean forward and kiss along her collarbone, telling myself that this is a necessary evil. I can't risk my future for some lie.

"Now here." She says, pushing her shirt aside and circling the top of her breast.

I trail my kisses down to her finger then back up again.

"Whisper in my ear how much you want me, and Jasper, keep it sexy."

This bitch is absolutely crazy. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Who the fuck gets off on forcing someone to do something they don't want to do?

I close my eyes, running my hands down the curve of her body and imagine it's Malia. It's the only way to get through this in one piece.

I lean forward, letting my lips rest on her ear. Gently, I bite her earlobe and suck it between my lips.

"Mmm. Now that's keeping it sexy." She purrs.

"I want you so much it hurts." I whisper, kissing a line back to her mouth.

Cami grasps my face in her hands, and takes over the kiss. I let her because I see no other way out. Just three more minutes.

She gently bounces on my lap, trying in vain to get somewhere with me. Even if I wanted too, after everything she said I couldn't get it up if I tried.

"Take off your shirt." She says, leaning back against the steering wheel.

I cross my arms over my body and pull my shirt up over my head. I can feel my muscles flexing from this tense situation. This is going too far and I have no power to stop it.

"Fuck you're so sexy." She says, running a fingernail down my chest. "If only I hadn't been so eager last night."

I glance at the clock. Two more minutes.

Cami leans down and kisses across my chest, licking and sucking a long line of slobber.

Fuck. I need a shower. I feel disgusting now. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for this.

I close my eyes again and will time to go faster. It doesn't.

My phone rings in my pocket and I start to reach for it.

"Ignore it." She hisses, continuing this torture on me.

One minute.

The phone immediately starts to ring again the moment it stops. I push her off me and reach into my pocket.

"I have to answer it. It could be my moms." I say when she looks at me with red hot anger.

It's Malia.

Something is wrong. She never calls me.

"It's not your mom, don't you dare answer it." She hisses, looking at the brown headed beauty flashing across my screen.

"Stop Cami, something is wrong. She doesn't call me unless it's an emergency."

Actually, she's never called me before. But Cami doesn't need to know that.

I pick up the phone, immediately, pushing it to my ear.

"Malia?"

"Jasper." Malia chokes out. She's crying.

My heart shatters inside my chest.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Cami leans forward to kiss my neck again and I push my hand against her chest to hold her back.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting your date. I don't have anyone else to call."

She's worried about interrupting? Fuck. If only she knew she was saving me.

"Nonsense, tell me what's wrong Malia. You're freaking me out."

Cami is highly irritated, but I don't give a shit. I push her off me and get out of the car, pacing across the front.

"I need you to come and get me right now. Hurry. I'll text you the address."

Malia is clearly panicking and something is very wrong. I hang up and shove the phone in my pocket, going back to the drivers seat.

"Where were we?" Cami asks.

"I gave you five minutes just like you asked. It's time for you to go home. Please get out of my car." I pinch the bridge of my nose, not in the mood for this shit. I need to get to Malia.

"I'll still tell the cops you raped me. I didn't get what I wanted from you." She says.

"I don't fucking care Cami. Just go home. I have to go right now so get out or I'll drag you out."

She huffs and gets out slamming the door. Before I can crank the car she leans into the window.

"You'll regret this."

"Goodbye Cami."

I step on the gas, speeding the entire way towards her house. When I'm almost there, an address pops up on my text. It's the gas station just down from her house.

I pull up at the gas station five minutes later. It's well after ten at night and Malia is shaking as she walks out of the bathroom. Her bag is clutched tightly in her hand.

I jump out of the car, run to her and pull her into my arms. She breaks down and starts to cry all over again.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm here now." I hold her tighter.

"I'm sorry I ruined your date." She sobs.

"Fuck Cami." I say, meaning it.

Malia looks up at me and frowns. I run my hands through her hair and kiss the top of her head.

"What happened sweetness. Please tell me."

I don't even realize I call her by the pet name until she freezes in my arms and swallows loudly.

Fuck.

"Just please take me to your house. I need to go to your house."