Bad At Love

Chapter Nineteen

FLASHBACK

"Okay, okay. Fine, but you owe me." Jake said. I giggled as he slid out of the creaky wooden chair and shook his head. We had spent the last several hours daring each other to do outrageous things. From kissing a stranger to dancing on table tops, everyone in this tiny cafe had to hate us by now. We were causing a scene every other fifteen minutes. After every dare, we wait for time to pass to do another. So we can analyze the people to ensure they don't get too irritated with us.

This dare was for Jake. He had been giving me crazy embarrassing dares since we started. So far, I have had to sharpie a p***s onto my cheek, and have to keep it on for the duration of the game. I don't mean a small p***s either. I mean a full large, throbbing c**k with a huge set of balls and an incredible amount of pubes. Which, yes, means half of my face is a f*****g d**k.

Then I had to striptease with disco moves on a table of nerdy college students. Who probably haven't ever seen a live girl tease them with her breasts. At least half of them got a hard on during the escapade. Then finally, he made me plant a big old fat kiss on the barista, who, by the way, was in no way a looker.

It was time for payback.

Jake had to get on top of the counter near the register and belt out and strip to the Temptations song, My Girl. While grabbing coffee grounds and rubbing them all over his body. Oh yeah, I was going tenfold on this motherfucker. He thought he'd get off easy, I led him on, thinking there wasn't a single crazy dare I could think of.

I did the entire time, I just needed the perfect opportunity to strike, and finally had it.

I watched eagerly as he stalked towards the line, weaving through the upset customers. He grabbed onto the counter and pulled himself up, everyone eyeing him as if he was insane. He looked at me for a moment, a childlike grin plastered on his face. I giggled softly as I waved at him, eager to see his performance.

I heard a few customers groan at their tables and shuffle around. Some of them gathering their belongings and exiting the cafe entirely. I couldn't help but feel somewhat accomplished. Turning my head back to Jake, I listened as he started to sing the words of the song. His hands slowly unbuttoning his flannel top. His right foot slowly tapping to what I could only assume was the beat in his head.

He started to let his shirt fall to the ground, his right hand reaching for the coffee machine. He opened it as he started on the chorus of the song. I covered my mouth to keep the giggles from escaping. I watched as he grabbed a handful of grounds and poured them over his head. A few customers gasped, while others laughed at the scene before them.

I gave him a thumbs up, causing him to shake his head. He slowly unbuckled his pants. His free hand grabbing more grounds and shoving them inside of his pants. I gasped, before full on howling at his dance. There was a fire that was ignited within him, ready to go for a full show. He pulled his pants down as he sang the bridge of the song. His hands continuously grabbed coffee grounds and poured them all over himself.

As I watched him, I saw two security guards make a bee-line for Jake. I quickly rose from my seat, my hands fumbling for his clothes. Before I could take a second, I ran for the counter.

"Jake, run!" I yelled out as I grabbed his hand. He laughed loudly as we ran out of the little shop, the two guards yelling out for us to stop. We never did, we ran until we could no longer breathe. We ran so far, we were on the other side of town. There was no way they could ever catch us, two lovers on the run from the world.

"Holy s**t, they wanted you," I kneeled over to catch my breath, trying not to laugh anymore.

"That dance turned them on, Jakey." I teased, I felt his hands grab my waist and I let out a giggle. He had always been the star of all things gone wrong. He was always the one getting caught up with the police, getting caught in the middle of a bar brawl. Or even while he's attempting a good deed, and it would all go wrong.

"That was all your fault, Miss. Thing." He mused, kissing the side of my neck. I giggled at the stubble on his chin. He always had some type of stubble on his chin. It was never fully grown out, maybe before me. But our time together, his facial hair was kept trimmed.

"Hey, you deserve it. Do you see this d**k on my face?" I replied, my hands wrapping around his as they rested on my waist. We sighed in unison, our bodies leaning into one another for dear life. Our hearts racing at the same beat, our hands caressing one another's.

We were in love, happy, free.

PRESENT

There was something comfortable about the way we leaned against the brick wall in the alley that day. Feeling content in the world, like for once everything was fine - calm. You genuinely believed nothing could ever go wrong. You feel like you're on top of the world. Standing on the highest building in New York City. Or flying in a plane over the seas; there's no weight on your shoulders.

You're in a world of bliss and blessings.

Then reality hits, and you're stuck with the fact that every memory, every kiss, intimate moment. Everything you ever did in those happy moments - were just moments. That's what Silas and I were, that's what we always had been. We weren't meant to be, and maybe one day I'd accept that I (maybe) loved a man who my sister was going to marry. Today wouldn't be that day, neither would tomorrow.

But someday would.

As I sat beside him, I felt the weight of his eyes staring at everything I did, from breathing to sleeping. I knew he was watching me. Hoping I would say something, give him some attention, affection. He was pleading me to at least look at him, I wanted to. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was - the way it was last night.

I couldn't get the feeling of his lips off of me. It made me feel disgusting that even after finding out he had been hiding such a huge secret from me, I wanted him. I never change, I always want those who hurt me, just who I am. Just a pathetic girl who can't even find someone to love. A sad girl who's so bad at love, even those who want her, don't want her.

Ever.