Crossing Lines

1. Temporary Insanity

"What are you doing here Jake?" I was losing patience, it wasn't like this was a private bar but it was right next to Westerly and not in Kingsley territory. So it just didn't make sense that if Jake was looking for a drink he'd come here.

"Thought I'd come for the show, figured you might be pouting about the loss didn't want to miss when the tears started." He grinned smugly.

"Fuck off the only things you'll be seeing is my fist ramming into your face."

"I'd like to see you try asshole." Jake taunted.

"Fucking dickhead."

"Always empty threats with you, let me know when you got some actions to back up those words." Jake rolled his eyes grabbing his drink off the bar.

I didn't want to fight him. Well I did want to punch him but I just didn't really want to do it here at the bar. If I started a fight with Jake here where everyone could see it would turn into a whole thing. My team would declare war even more with Kingsley and it would throw us off for our game next week.

My night of drinking was soured and my bad mood followed me all the way back to Monroe.

"I'm done." I told him.

"Done being a whiny little bitch?" Monroe laughed.

"I just want to sleep and forget this night ever happened." I downed the last of my drink.

"Glad to see you so happy Ev." Becca teased.

"I'm going to piss and then I'm leaving with or without you two." I stalked off to the bathroom.

The bathrooms at the bar were small. There was two stalls but luckily for me when I entered it was empty. And it stayed that way until I was at the sinks washing my hands.

The door to the bathroom swung open, I didn't even bothering to look up as I dried my hands. But then there was a click.

The lock.

Someone had flipped the lock.

I turned to see Jake leaning against the door.

"What's your game?" I questioned not really trusting the other boy.

"I like riling you up." He chuckled.

"Well you can fuck off." I walked towards him ready to shove him aside.

"I don't think I will." He grabbed my wrist stopping me in my place.

"Do you want to get punched?" I threatened.

"Go right ahead." He dropped my wrist.

"Get the fuck out of my way dickhead." Instead of throwing a punch I went for the lock.

I had expected Jake to grab my wrist again because he was just that much of a dick but what I hadn't expected him to do was lean forward. He leaned in causing there to be only inches away from our faces.

I blamed the next events on temporary insanity. It was the only way to explain why I leaned right in pressing my lips against his.

I kissed Jake Oliver.

I didn't let myself think that deeply about that.

Jake didn't hesitate once our lips touched, his other hand went to the back of my head tangling in my hair and his lips pressed harshly against my own.

It wasn't punching but this was still a fight. One I was intending on winning.

So I matched everything Jake did. As his lips clashed against mine I fought right back. He wanted control, he wanted me to just give in but he picked the wrong guy to make out with if that's what he was expecting.