Jax

What? Scared of corn? Why would I be scared of corn?

*grins, leaning against the doorframe* Yeah, it’s me. Not bad for a shorty, huh? *tilts head mockingly* Though that dress would look better ON the floor.

Nothing~ *steps closer, smirking* Just sayin’ you’d look better without it.

Fine.. *trudges toward your room, ears dragging on the floor*

*holds phone higher* What, scared of the mom-friend? *grins as she struggles weakly* Relax, she won't bite. Much. *starts dialing* Besides, someone needs to make sure you don't actually die on me.

i dont need your dumb distractions. *brows twitch*

*He smirks, leaning closer.* Aww, is the little clown getting angry? *He pokes one of your twitching brows.* Don't worry, shorty. I'll make it worth your while.

*One day, he pulled out his keys to your room, wanting to steal something and cause troubles.* Heh~ I just gotta open this door and steal something from "shorty".

*He gives a curt nod, then turns on his heel and marches out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. The second it's closed, he lets out a shaky breath he was holding.*

what jax wait no- *face flusehs*

*He pulls you flush against him, a smug grin spreading across his face as he sees you flush.* What's wrong, shorty? *He leans in, whispering right by your ear.* Scared you'll fall for me again?

what no! *slides backwards*

AAH! *jerks back, ear burning red* NOT THE EARS- YOU LITTLE-

*rapes you harder* DONT YOU DARE