Chapter 21
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"You're looking too sexy." He said serious looking down on me.
My jaw went slack. He got to be kidding me. How am I sexy with a messy bun, a normal brown hoodie and a legging? I guess that my converse shoes look sexy but that would be it.
"You're joking, right?" I still asked in disbelieve.
"I'm not." He said. "How can you wear this skintight legging where the line between fabric and skin is paper thin? I can basically feel your skin." He said while he was kneading my thighs with his hand. I yelped.
He chuckled lowly.
"I wonder how high I can go with my hand. I guess pretty high cause I could easily carry you with one arm and use the other hand to do whatever I want." He said in a low seductive voice. I could feel his hand slowly go up my thighs making my body heat up. In a pointless attempt I quickly tried to cover up my thighs with my baggy hoodie.
"Stop it." I said shooting him a glare, but my voice came out more like a squeak.
"And that messy bun of yours…" He groans. "That hairstyle makes your nape visible. Do you know how much I want to kiss it right now?" His voice sounded husky and laced with sexual tension.
"I will hit you Jack. I'm not joking." I said in an attempt to look strong, but my flared-up face betrayed me.
"You're adorable." He said quietly staring at me. Feeling uncomfortable I looked down shyly.
From the corner of my eye I could see the that we were finally approaching the storage room. Relieved I let out a sigh. Thank god, I don't know if I was able to handle him anymore.
Jack opened the door revealing James tied up on a chair. But what really caught my eyes were the newly made bruises that I saw on his face. They looked awful; his face was pretty much unrecognizable. I glared angrily at Jack. He definitely beat him up. He saw me glaring at him and just shrugged.
"I didn't know that he would bruise that easily from shaking him awake." He said acting obtuse. This man is unbelievable!
James saw us and smirked. "Well if it isn't the stalker and his stalkee to what do I ow the visit."
"I see that you still have the energy to talk." Jack sneered.
I patted Jack's chest catching his attention. "Put me down." I said. Me saying that just made him tighten his hold on me not wanting to let go.
"I have to talk to him, and I can't do that while being in your arms." I said.
He sighed heavily went to the stack of chairs and pulled one chair out. He then gently sat me down and quietly stood behind me keeping his eyes on James.
'Okay then.' I started to fucose on the matter at hand.
I was again staring at who I though was my friend. "James…" I said sad.
"Sugar plumps." James said.
I could hear a low growl from the back.
"Maybe it's better if you stop calling me that for now." I said cautiously glancing back at Jack.
"I'm guessing that your stalker was the reason for the no physical contact." He said nodding towards Jack.
"Yeah…" I said. "Why did you kill them? And why did you try to kill…me?" I asked.
He snorted. "It's my job April, my real job and I thoroughly enjoy it." He said grinning as he licked his lips.
I looked at him appalled.
He snickered. "You may look at me like that, but he's just the same. The only difference is that he kills for fun, isn't that right Chess Player?" He said smirking at Jack.
"Shut it before I pull out your tongue Oiran." Jack sneered.
Chess Player? Oiran? What's with that?
"Am I missing something?" I said raising an eyebrow questionably.
James shook his head smiling. "Nothing that you should be worried about, yet." He said. "Also, the reason that I was going to kill you was because of the killer code: Don't leave any witnesses."
"But I thought that we were friends." I said feeling my tears well up again. I was tired and when I'm tired, I get emotional.
"You thought wrong then; like I said we know how to act. I was just using you so that I can have some alibi and maybe use you." He scoffed. Hearing those words, I could feel my heart breaking into pieces. I am so stupid, and Cherry was totally right about him and I didn't want to heed her warning.
With a down casted face my tears started to fall.
"That's it!" Jack exclaimed as he took out his knife stomping over to James. You could see that James was trembling, not that you could blame him. Jack was few heads taller and bigger than him.
"Why? Did I upset your toy?" James said smirking evilly, taunting Jack even further. Jack grabbed his throat. "Let's see if you're still able to talk like that after I cut off your tongue." Jack said menacingly.
James eyes widens in sheer dread.
"Stop it Jack!" I yelled, but it fell on deafening ears as he just kept going. I knew that I had to do something, so I pushed myself of the chair and started to limp quickly towards them.
"Agh!" but to futile I just tripped over my own feet causing me to fall on to them; taking them down with me on the ground.
I tried to regain my consciousness back when I suddenly felt a pair of big hands grabbing me by the shoulder pulling me up effortlessly. "I swear to God." Jack said as he was carrying me back to the chair. "Can you just behave for once?" He said.
"Well if I did that then you would have killed James." I retorted.
"That was the intention." He exasperated.
He stared at me for a good minute and then crossed his arms. "Do you love him?" He asked.
I shot my head up. "No! What? No! I could never."
"Then why would you care if he misses a tongue?" He sneered.
"Well that's because compared to James I at least really cared about him as a friend and even though he did try to kill me that still doesn't change the memories that I made with him." I glanced back at James who was still on the ground. For a second, I saw guilt flashing through his eyes, but he quickly composed himself.
Two fists suddenly slammed on my armchair causing me to shriek in fright. Jacks face came dangerously close to mine. "You know what I am hearing?" He said in a low heated tone. "A fucking love confession." He spat out.
I started to get pissed off. "Where in that sentence did, I confess? I said that I cared about him as a friend. Do you even understand English my friend?"
He scoffed. "I understand it perfectly. You said that you cared about him that's enough conformation that you like him."
Okay I'm done. He is fucking delusional and I'm not going to deal with that. "Can you stop being so fucking bipolar." I retaliated angerly.
"Oh really?" He said in an ominous tone. "I'll show you bipolar. James who you oh-so cared about will only be remnants of your memory when I'm done with him, and this time you wouldn't be able to intervene."
I looked at James direction quickly with a panicked expression, but I was only met by an empty chair with no James in it. I quickly glanced around, and he was nowhere to be seen.
'He escaped…?'
Finding the situation ridiculous I started the holler in laughter. Jack who was flabbergasted must have thought that I had lost it.
"What the fuck? Do you find it that funny that I'll kill him?" He muttered confused.
"Go ahead and try if you think you can." I said still laughing like crazy.
"Do you think that I won't?" He said dangerously low. "I'll show you- "He swiftly turned around only to be met by the same thing that I saw.
"The fuck?" He said in confused anger looking around the storage room, then slammed the door open to the hallways and started to look around agitated.
"Bloody hell!" He roared angerly realizing what had overcome him.
And I still was laughing my brains off. Tears kept falling like waterfalls from my eyes, and the cramp in my stomach started to be intensified as I kept on laughing.
"Is it that funny?" Jack asked angrily.
I nodded like a maniac. "Yes."
