bitten.

This is current draft after Rachel's correction and the name change to Jak (Like Jack, but more badass.) Haha. Comments please? :)


His body builder frame pinned me to the Victorian chaise in his father’s loft. He felt a strong attraction to me proven by the fact that he was shoving his tongue down my throat to the point of gagging. I only decided to step into that immaculate home for the promise of my Hamlet book, how in the world did I end up running out the front door feeling violated, with my ear bleeding, and without the book no less?

Two weeks prior, Jak had moved here from Michigan. He came into my math class on a Tuesday morning and his eyes followed me the entire class period. It was difficult to pretend not to notice. Jak and I had not even met, but I wanted this to change. I was drawn to him despite the sketchy stories that floated around school about why he came to Chandler at such an odd time in the school year, right before the end of the semester. Some saying he came here for rehab, others said it was a break up gone bad.

“Hi, how’re you liking Hamilton?”
“It’s alright. It’s pretty warm here. I’m likin’ getting to wear flipflops everyday.”
“Yeah. It’s kinda cold for me right now. Ha Ha.”
“This is definitely nothing in comparison to Michigan. Especially in the woman department. There’s so many hot girls here.”
Did he really just wink at me after that statement? I guess that might explain the constant staring.
“Yeah… I have to go back to class, but maybe I’ll talk to you again sometime.”
“I’m hoping.”

There was a strange way about him. He was charming that’s for sure, but maybe too charming, even for me.

One or two Fridays and about a thousand glances later, we spoke again. Blake, who normally sat next to me, wasn’t in class that morning and Jak was by himself so I asked him to come join me. The first thing he commented on was my shirt. It was the Twilight shirt that I had made myself the night before and it said, “Bite me?” on it.

“Are you one of those crazy Twilight girls?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact I am.”
“What a coincidence, I’m one of those crazy Twilight guys.”

I knew he must have been pulling my leg. What crazy Twilight guys? Teenage boys do not read Twilight unless maybe there was a gun to their head! I assumed he was probably lying to me, so that I would agree to go out with him or something of the sort, but I played along for his sake.

“Wow! Really?”
“Yeah, I wanted to see the movie, but obviously none of my guy friends would see it with me. I’ve been looking for a girl to go with. Wanna be that girl?”

I definitely called that one, but oh well, why I should be the one to deny him the privilege of seeing Twilight?

“Of course.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure. I’m free.”

We exchanged numbers and started texting right then. He was already calling me Baby as if we were dating. Fantastic. There was no doubt in my mind that I had, “Sweet talkers welcome,” written on my forehead. But who could blame me? I was single, heartbroken, and watching my ex-boyfriend of three years date three different girls. I decided to take him up on his offer, but I wouldn’t embark on this endeavor alone. I invited my best friend, Elizabeth, and her boyfriend, Mark, to come with. Of course I told my parents it was only her and I going to avoid them automatically saying no, or worse, wanting to meet Jak. My mom alone would prevent him from ever wanting to see me again.

I was excited for this date, despite being so nervous I could feel my stomach up in my throat as we walked into theater 2: Twilight at 3:30. We found seats near the front next to Elizabeth and Mark because once again I was late, so the movie was packed. Jak lifted the arm rest between us. I knew this move quite well, but I kept to myself knowing that was exactly the opposite of what he wanted. Practically every five seconds I shivered, regretting wearing a short sleeve t-shirt without bringing my sweatshirt. He noticed because in no time his big tan muscular arm was around my waist. Jak pulled me in close and I settled into his chest like I had done it many times before. I liked this, I liked this a lot.

He whispered in my ear every time the film makers incorrectly portrayed the book and I would giggle sweetly. After two hours, I knew this was the perfect date and I did not want it to end. We walked out of the movie hand in hand laced, not cupped, back to my VW Beetle.

“Wanna come over? You can pick up your Hamlet book that I borrowed.”
“Sure, that sounds great.”

He gently pushed me up against my car and kissed me, running his fingers through my brown hair. I practically melted. Now, I wished I wouldn’t have driven because I was so weak in the knees.

We strolled up to his front porch and he unlocked the front door. The scent of cinnamon flooded my senses like freshly baked gingerbread cookies. His house was so perfectly kept, surely the work of a maid or a neat freak mother. He lead me up the stairs to the landing into his loft with a beautiful chaise that looked like it had never even been touched, let alone laid on, an antique Grandfather clock, and a cherry wood pool table with a game in progress. He pointed to the chaise.

“Danielle, sit here while I go grab the book.”
“Alright.”

I was hesitant, but sat down gently anyway. After some ruffling around in a room next door, he came out with the book in hand, placed it on the adjacent glass coffee table and took a seat next to me. Eric turned towards me and smiled an eerie smile. He slowly got on his knees and inched towards me. I scooted to the right in a friendly way to avoid hurting his feelings.

“Come here baby.”

I laughed awkwardly and did not move. He slowly crept on top of me. Jak’s strong arms came in handy as he pulled me underneath him in a domineering manner. His ice cold hands held my face. How did I not notice how frigid his skin was? My heart was beating out of my chest, scared that whatever was about to happen I was definitely not prepared for. He pressed his lips to mine, this time I did not want to melt. I felt like I was slowly freezing to death. I painfully kept my eyes open, watching his head bob forward and back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to the point of gagging. I could not pull away, his weight overwhelmed me. Finally, after what felt like a half an hour, he took his tongue out and moved his mouth elsewhere, before I could stop him. My right ear. A place I normally enjoyed now tainted with his vile dog mouth.

“OW!”

I lifted my hand to touch my ear. Blood. He bit me! HE BIT ME!

“Oh darling, weren’t you feeling it?
“Not really actually! That freaking hurt!”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I got a different vibe I guess. I’ll clean that up for you.”

I expected him to get off of me, but it became worse, much worse. His mouth went right back to my ear and he started to suck my blood. I screamed wildly as if I was being murdered. Okay, I probably was being killed slowly.

“GET OFF OF ME!”
“Danielle, sweetie, don’t you like me?
“NO! I’m going home. GET OFF! My dad is on speed dial, number three! GET OFF!”
“You wouldn’t dare, hun.”
“Wanna bet?”

I leaned over the chaise half an inch and snagged my phone. Immediately, he lifted off of me. I grabbed my keys, ran down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step, and grasped open the door. My ear continued to bleed in the car, dripping on my seat. It stained. I searched for a tissue in my glove compartment as my mind drifted back to the previous morning when he asked me out. My shirt said, “Bite me?” Why did he have to take it so literally?