“You ain’t fucking me, boy.” Fuck can she read minds. Leaning over her cleavage hits my line of vision as I lean forward cupping her chin in my fingers “Oh, but baby girl, I will.”
Her long, slender, cold fingers grip around mine and she twists them back to near snapping. “No, you won’t, touch me again and I will break more than your hand.” She throws my hand back at me with force and all I can do is watch her pick up our empty bottles and glasses, laying fresh ones out in their place as my boys all laugh.
“She’s a hot one.” I watch her look at each one of us. I have to say she is something else and I will definitely be peeling her back, she just doesn’t know it yet.
“Fight all ya want, babe, you know you want this,” I say running my hand down over my body and grabbing my cock in a tight grip and giving my ample semi hard package a jiggle. Her eyes stay on mine not even heading an inch south like I had hoped. She flicks her long silky black ponytail over her shoulder as she laughs.
“Sure thing, James Dean, a rebel without a cause is just what I don’t need.” With that she walks away leaving my hand on my cock, while it wants more from the sassy, blue eyed babe.
Chapter Two
Jayden
I went home that night with the chick from the bar, not the waitress that I wanted. She ran in all my thoughts throughout the night. Her sassy mouth dancing through my mind as her hips swayed with her blue eyes boring into mine over her shoulder. That is all I seen as I slammed into the chick hard. It was her sass I heard instead of this bitches’ moans. It was her soft lips that I envisioned around my cock, instead of the chapped, dry ones of this nameless woman who was only here to say she was fucked by Jayden James.
All I wanted to do was to have my way with the raven haired, blue-eyed, sassy bar chick. She was my new obsession.
Stumbling from the bed I pull my body into some boxers. Heading to the bar Jack is my friend at 3:00 am when sleep never finds me and the haunts from a social world taunt me.
Walking in at 4:00 am for an hours’ worth of bed theatrics with the nameless girl followed by an hour of tossing and turning, I look at the ceiling, trying hard to breathe without vomiting at the way my skin crawls as the nightmares and sick stench of her cheap perfume hits the very back of my throat. She lays her sweaty, fake ass body over mine, like we were more than just a fuck, another notch in my guitar sash, baby,nothing more and nothing less. Just a mindless fuck and hell you weren’t even that good.
Sliding her sickening, over perfumed body from mine I step from the bed and out of the room. Mental note: housekeeping new sheets needed.
Filling a cup with ice and Jack, I pick up my guitar. My hand finds the cool metal of the sliding glass door and I walk out, the cool concrete a welcome comfort to my overheated skin. Too much drugs and drinking, my body is heated and in overdrive. ‘Slow down son.’ the words from my father hit the back of my ears as I watch out over the sleeping city below me. Slowly dawn will come, and they will wake. They will do life with fake smiles and heavy hearts for they truly aren’t living. I am though, at the top of the food chain. I’m in my element and I’m Jayden Savage James, baby. The rock god with more issues than a teenage girl who just found out her boyfriend is her brother.
My fingers run over the strings playing the one song that pulls me back to the now and reminds me of who I need to be.
Bring Me the Horizon – Throne
People are so quick to judge, so quick to fucking hate on you, so quick to talk about you and what you do behind your back. Making up rumours and slamming you in the spotlight.
You see all the bad and no one sees the fucking good because that’s what you want to see. You narrow minded fucks, just want to rip me down.
I’m this way because it’s the way you made me be. This song is a fuck you to them all.
Taking in the last few drags from my smoke; I rise to my feet. Looking out and down over the council workers hanging the Christmas flags from the lampposts in the streets below, my skin crawls. I fucking hate Christmas. I’d much rather get high and watch the day roll past me in a blur. I don’t go to church or my mother’s place. I will not put her through that anymore. The bitches at our, well—no… her and Father’s church gossip like she’s not there. As if she can’t hear them talking about me, her only living son. I’m not the devil and she’s not a sinner. She’s real, they’re fake. I sure as shit told them that two Christmas functions ago when I rocked out with my cock on display giving them all the rock devil sign. I smile as the memory sweeps over me. Now, that gave them something to talk about and look at. Would have been the best part of them old ladies’ life. You know, when you think about it, they survive on cups of tea, Boston buns and fucking gossip.
So, it’s safe to say my soul has been corrupted by the devil and I live in his hands now. No God, nor Christmas or any amounts of prayer will be saving this soul.
Chapter Three
Tru
Jayden James is a dick. I can’t believe him and his mouth.
Like who does he think he is, God?
Yes, I’m sure he does.
Kicking off my shoes, my feet are killing me as I fall onto my bed. I could sleep for a year.
But instead I spend the hours tossing and turning, my sheets wrapping around me like a snake. My mind runs over what my mother once said, “If you can’t sleep it’s because you’re awake in someone’s dreams,” and fuck me sideways it best not be lord douche pants. I kinda have the feeling it is though. I can tell you now it won’t be his dreams, it will be in some delusional sexual way that makes him think he has a shot with me. I know his type and I tell you now a messed-up, tattooed from head to toe rock star isn’t on my top ten list of things to torment my soul with. My parents would have a fucking aneurysm.
Admitting defeat, I untangle my limbs from the cool, silky, satin sheets that went out in the 90’s, but I’m still in love with them. Change and me don’t mesh, so satin sheets and velvet with lace still tickle my fancy.
Scrunching my toes into the plush carpet I pull my body into the satin robe hanging from my door. Uncurling my toes and slipping my feet into my bunny slippers I head to the kitchen.
My eyes scan the massive glass windows that run down the whole front wall of my home, floor to ceiling so that natural light comes in during the day and it floods my place. It makes me feel like I am in heaven, living in the clouds playing make believe. Then night time settles in and the dark takes my space. Lighting it up like space, taking my soul on a ride through the solar system, teasing my senses and tickling my dreams with night-time star gazing.
