Opposites Attract

Something snapped inside of James when she moaned. All previous thoughts of being good to her vanished as the sweet sound floated through the air. He chuckled and moved his lips, hovering over her ear. "It's a little late for not leaving marks," he whispered. He wanted to stay awake with her and kiss her all night - maybe she would crack, let him do more than kiss. He wondered if he could push her over the edge.

Beer on his breath, light dancing in his eyes, James looked at her. He made out the gentle shape of her face in his dark room. He ached for her body, for her heart. "Better start thinking of an explanation," he said with a arrogant smirk. His face flickered with amusement as he watched her expression.

"What's wrong, my sweet? Can't tell your friends how good I make you feel?" James offered a sneaky smile. He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her body with a certain expertise. He wanted to make her melt. She was teasing him left and right - she didn't even realize it - and it was time to return the favor. He brushed his lips across her delicate skin as he found her thigh with his hand. Gently he lifted her leg, draping it over his own body. James cupped his hands around her face and kissed her lightly.

Emma shivered a little. She could see a glint of something different in his eyes, animalistic almost. It somehow surprised her how much she enjoyed it - how she actually found it comforting rather than terrifying. She liked seeing that side of him, and almost wanted to see more of it.

"It is?" She asked in amazement. She hadn't even realized. It made her blush incredibly that he had already left his marks on her - and she didn't know how to respond to that. How was she going to explain them to anyone? Her parents? Especially her friends. She was the strict good girl in their group - the one who didn't bend any of the rules. Now that was all changing - and it was all changing much too quick.

She heard his words and blushed, looking away. "Maybe you don't know anything about what I feel." She said in a soft tone, knowing it was in fact untrue. He probably knew about what she was feeling more than she did - and that scared her all the more. It was like he had control over her, and that exhilarated her and scared her altogether. He pulled her leg over his body and she slid closer, not minding the contact. It was actually nice. It was nice having him so close to her and seeing the way he wanted her. He kissed her deeply and she slid all the closer, wrapping her arms around him and driving her leg tighter around his waist.

"I know plenty about what you feel," he said, his voice low, tainted with sinister intentions. He could read her like a book - she was overwhelmed and afraid, but savoring every moment. It was incredible that she hadn't pushed him away yet, but he knew he was getting dangerously close to the point where he wouldn't stop himself just because she wanted him to.

"Emma," James murmured, as she pressed her little hips into his. Arousal raced through his body, but it didn't show yet. He kissed her again, hard. He bit her lower lip, and let out a soft groan of pleasure. It took a ton of effort to pull his lips off of hers to speak. "Emma, do you know what you're doing?" He said softly, running a hand over her thigh. He closed his eyes. Was this the same girl who would hardly even sit on his lap in Jose's car?

Emma blushed a little and shook her head. She thought she was at least a little unreadable, but he made her doubt that. The way he held her and kissed her made her crazy and she couldn't help but to show that. She loved this for some reason and couldn't help but to hold onto him. "i don't think so!" She said, though she was beginning to doubt it all.

Emma smiled a little as he kissed her and she somehow liked hearing his groans of pleasure. She liked knowing he wanted this and she was perfectly happy with him right now. When he spoke, she shivered lightly and smiled. "No - what am I doing?" She asked. She wasn't so sure she liked this position, it made her a little nervous, but he seemed to be enjoying it. That didn't make any sense to her - none at all. But she didn't want to do anything but hold him.

"Why - what am I doing?"

James wanted her. He wanted her right now. Except he knew she didn't want him - not like that, not yet. She could toy with him him like this all night, building his desire. But he recognized that she wouldn't let him have his way. not tonight.

"You're teasing me," he said with a small smile. He pressed his lips against hers, and then forced himself to roll onto his back and disengage. "Shouldn't tease a guy like me," he murmured. He thought about how badly he wanted to pin her down, to take over, forget about what she wanted. He looked over at her and grinned, his eyes glittering with sinful imagination.

Blinking slowly, James looked away again. Staring up at the ceiling, he thought about a few girls who would've bent over backwards to be with him like this. Emma was so cute, so innocent. She couldn't even pretend to know what living a reckless life was like. "We have school tomorrow, sweetie. Should probably sleep," he said through a yawn. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered.

A silence fell over them, and he closed his eyes, trying to drift off. His mind wouldn't let him sleep though, plaguing him with the sensation of touching her, kissing her.

James felt his phone buzz against his leg, still tucked into his pocket. He pulled it out, squinting at the screen. Reluctantly, he answered the call. "Yes, I'm still awake," He croaked into the phone. As he listened to Jennifer scream at him, he looked over at Emma, wondering if she was asleep. Apparently, Jennifer had already heard that he wasn't alone, and she was far from happy.

"Listen, honey," James said. Calling her honey seemed to soothe her a little bit, but not much. You said to me that I was special! And now you've got some other girl again? What the hell, James?! I thought I meant something to you but obviously I'm not important at all! James shifted in bed, sighing. "Listen," he repeated. Jennifer fell silent. "I don't care," he said, laughing lightly. "You have no right to tell me what to do anymore, honestly," he paused for a minute. He thought he could hear her crying.

James felt guilty for making her cry. "Okay, okay. We can hang out if you want or something," he offered vaguely. "Don't cry," he murmured, closing his eyes. "You know I feel awful when you cry," he said softly. "Yes. No, Emma," he said. Instantly he regretted it. EMMA? The sweet girl? I used to cheat off of her tests! She's gonna be the fucking valedictorian or something, you asshole, fucking leave her alone! You're such a douche! James sighed and wondered if he had treated her bad enough to deserve this. "I'm going to sleep," he muttered in response, and hung up the phone. He knew she would call again, so he turned it off.

Emma didnt fully understand it. How was she teasing him? It just felt good to have her body up against his and she didn't want to pull away. She wanted to keep herself right against him like this and have him hold her. Did that make her some sort of slut? The way he said she was "teasing" him with it made her feel like it, though she hadn't done anything.

She was still working on some sort of response to that to say that she wasnt - to say she didn't mean to tease him. That she wasn't like that! That she was innocent! But it didn't matter all that much since he pulled away. His kisses were still good and she highly doubted he was doing any of this to call her a slut. Probably just the opposite - that she was as far from a slut... And that was so nice to hear at times.

"You're right. Good night." She said softly and kissed his cheek, settling down into his pillows. Part of her wanted to just slide closer and use him as a pillow - but she didn't want to overstep her boundaries - or worse, tease him some more. She didn't know what would happen then.

She actually did fall asleep, comforted by the silence around them - a warm silence - a silence that felt good because it was comfortable. She had never thought she would feel so comfortable with a guy like him. She liked his presence and she curled up contently...

Until she heard his voice. He was hardly quiet and she woke right up to it, listening, observing. He didn't sound nearly as kind as he did when he talked to her - some of the warmth was gone... Yet she could still tell he was pronably talking to a girl - who else would he call late at night like this? She knew he was a bad boy but really - had he gotten sick of her that quickly that he was already moving on?!

She kept quiet as he talked on the phone, wrapping her arms around herself in comfort. He said "honey" and things that made her heart break. Why did she feel that way? This was one night together.. It probably meant nothing to him. All of those petnames... They were just his routine - the thing to get you all tangled up in him - and then he used you and let you go. She could tell the girl on the other end wasn't too happy, and she didn't know what they were arguing about. She heard her name and that confused her. Why was he talking about her? Maybe it wasn't a girl - maybe he was just bragging to a friend that he had gotten her in bed. Or maybe it was a girl and he was saying he was with her to make this other girl jealous.

This was the first time that she felt odd - uncomfortable in his bed. Suddenly she was questioning everything. How many girls had he had in this bed before her? How long until he broke her down into a girl she didn't want to be? It was suddenly obvious that she was just his next victim - the next one he wanted to have a fling with before moving on. That hurt. Why did she let herself get involved with him?

He hung up the phone and she lay there quietly for a few moments. Part of her wished she had slept, so she could just be ignorant of this. She wished she was. She wished she could take back being awake for this - so that she just got to be loved by him for a little while longer ... For the one time that she was feeling so good, she wished she could unhear it. She wished it didn't make her feel suckish or like she was just another toy. But that was hard - and she needed to talk so she knew this wasn't right.

"James..?" She croaked out in a sleepy, raspy voice - perhaps on the verge of tears."

James clenched his jaw angrily, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't an asshole, was he? Sure, he'd done some things. He knew he made bad decisions, he knew he was dishonest. James thought about what Jennifer had said about Emma. He started thinking that maybe he should leave Emma alone. It wasn't what he wanted, but perhaps it would be better for her if he left her untouched by his storm of disobedience. He didn't want to hurt her.

He was surprised when he heard her voice. He had thought she'd been asleep. He realized she'd probably listened to his conversation. There was a sound in her voice that he hadn't heard before, when she said his name. She sounded tired overall, but - was she sad? Immediately, James turned to face her and reached out, touching her cheek gently. He swallowed hard when he noticed her watery eyes.

"Emma," he murmured, cupping her face in his hands. He blinked, unsure of what had made her feel this way. Maybe she'd had a bad dream. "Emma, honey, what's wrong?"

Emma didn't know what to say right away. It wasn't like she owned him - she had no right to feel upset that he was talking to another girl. She didn't. She wasn't his and more importantly - he wasn't hers. That just wasn't how things were - and she couldn't kid herself either.

He cupped her cheeks and there was such concern in his voice... That made her feel worse... Like he cared. Who was she kidding - he didn't care. That's what she told herself. She felt silly that she couldn't help the tears. She felt silly that she was crying over him like she owned him. She didn't.

"Nevermind... It's silly." She said and pulled her face away, going to flip over. She couldn't look at him. Not while she couldn't control her tears. She didn't want to seem so pathetic even though she knew she was being pathetic.

She curled up in the blankets, sniffling, trying to calm herself down. Why did this have to hurt? Why was she even attached?

James bit his lip, watching her as she turned away from him. "Emma," he whispered softly. He touched her shoulder, squeezing it gently. He wouldn't make her tell him, but he sure as hell would try to comfort her. His heart ached as she sniffled. This wasn't because of him, was it?

He slid up to her, wrapping his arms around her fragile little body, pulling her back against his chest and hugging her tightly. "Please don't cry, my princess," he said, biting his lip again harder. James couldn't stand it when other people cried, especially when he was the reason. He hoped that he wasn't why Emma was sad, because it would kill him to know that he'd already hurt her.

James pulled her body into his protectively, surrounding her. "You can tell me anything, Emma," he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Emma felt better as he wrapped his arms around her. It felt good. It felt so nice to know he was trying to comfort her and hold her close. It was so cozy with his arms around her and she almost felt better...

And then he called her his princess. How many girls were his princess? How many girls did he fakely call that? It hurt and she sobbed a little harder to know that he called her that. But he didn't think of her like that...

"Who were you talking to?" She asked. She hated sounding like a clingy possessive girl but that's what she was. She wanted to feel comfortable in his arms - not out of place. And right now she felt really out of place. She wasn't going to be another of his toys like this. She wouldn't let herself hurt like that.

James squeezed her. When she spoke, he instantly knew what was wrong. The phone call. Guilt overwhelmed him, knowing that somehow he'd made her cry. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Jennifer Phillips," he answered. Emma probably knew Jennifer, considering that she was pretty well known for her antics in bed. Rumors had spread when they were dating that she'd had multiple abortions. He hoped that Jennifer wouldn't give Emma any trouble at school. James relaxed his arms a little bit, finding her hands and squeezing them gently. Did she think that he was being disloyal?

"She's mad at me," He said, letting go of one of Emma's hands to tuck her hair behind her ear. "And jealous of you," he added softly, carefully twirling a finger around a strand of her hair. "Is that why you're sad, doll face?" He asked carefully, like he was tiptoeing across a minefield.

Emma sighed lightly and shook her head. She held him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She smiled as he held her hands, though she was still crying. There was comfort in just knowing he was with her right now.

At the name of the girl that was on the phone she sobbed even harder, unable to help it. She knew of their scandalous relationship and that hurt that they still talked. They had history - and that meant she had nothing compared to this girl...

She looked up at him then and nodded her head. "I don't understand - why is she jealous of me?" She asked him softly. "Of course that's why I'm sad. I don't want to be someone's toy." She told him, angry

"Why is she jealous?" He smirked and wrapped his arms around her again, lovingly. "First off, you're gorgeous. Second, you're smart, and sweet, and everything that she isn't," he murmured. Emma was a good girl. His good girl. Wasn't she?

Her next words stung. He didn't respond at first, genuinely hurt. You're so much more than a toy, angel, he thought. But that wasn't what came out of his mouth. Instead, he was bitter, and sounded offended when he spoke. "I don't..." he stopped, clenching his jaw. He was shocked to feel a tear pressing at the corner of his eye.

He lowered his voice. "If thats how you feel, then why the fuck are you letting me think that I'm special to you? It's fine you don't think very highly of me, nobody fucking does. But I thought," he paused. "Emma I'm not just playing with you, you're not a toy, and I'm not some jackass either,"

She was so perfect. He was so far from perfect that he cringed thinking about it. He realized that his arms were still wrapped tightly around her.

James let go of her. "Emma, look at me," he asked, a tear sliding down his face, leaving a shimmering track.

He quickly wiped it away. "I'm not messing around with you," He offered a sad smile. He bit his lip, it was almost to the point of bleeding. "You're mine, Emma, only you," he said, swallowing lightly. "You're mine, right?"

Emma blushed lightly as she held him and she liked being in his arms. His words made her feel so good and she held him tightly, cuddling with him. Her crying was finally residing and it was nice to finally just hold onto him and believe it.

She heard him get annoyed at her words and she gasped a little. "I... I just thought... I mean, it's just... It's jennifer! How can you want anyone but her? I know about your relationship and I know that you can't pick anyone but her... I mean, why would you?"

She blushed lightly and then shook her head as she heard his words. "You are special to me... I mean I like you... I like the way that you make me feel." She said softly.

"I am yours..." She said with a blush and looked away, seeing his tears. She reached up and held his cheeks, shaking her head. "I'm sorry - i just thought maybe you were just using me... And I'm sorry."

She reached in and kissed his forehead. "I'm yours."

James sighed softly. "I don't want her. I want you," he said, his voice throaty and caring. "I picked you, didn't I?" Jennifer was shallow and slutty, which is what James had thought when he'd first met her, and what she had confirmed during their relationship. To be honest, he'd quite enjoyed that for a while.

He nodded. He pulled her against him and rolled onto his back, so she was laying on top of him. "Sorry," he mumbled. "It's late, being tired makes me moody," he grumbled.

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're mine," he whispered.

Emma blushed lightly as he spoke and she nodded. She felt bad for feeling so jealous like she had before and she knew that she had him now. She couldn't believe it, but at least hearing it helped... At least knowing that she was the one he wanted made her feel so warm inside - so special. She was glad about that and she cuddled into him.

She was caught off guard as he pulled her on top and she gasped, glad when she was wrapped tightly in his arms. . She sighed and shook her head. "You're fine - Youre no more moody than I am. Sorry for being an idiot..." She said and nuzzled into his chest happily, sighing.

She lifted her head then and sighed. "And you're mine too, right?" She asked. "I don't want to be yours if it's not mutual."

"You're not an idiot, princess," he said with a smirk. He played with her hair, listening to her carefully. She still didn't trust him, which was understandable, considering his track record. He wondered what time it was. He frowned when he thought about walking to school in the morning. Maybe he just wouldn't go.

"Of course," he said. "I'm yours," he confirmed. He continued to run his fingers through her hair. She was like a freshly picked apple, crisp and clean. He compared himself to a rotten apple - perhaps covered in caramel to give the illusion of sweetness.

He squeezed his arms around her like she was his teddy bear and closed his eyes. "Goodnight," he said softly.

He traced his fingers along her back, drawn in by her unblemished innocence. He thought about how he really didn't deserve her. After all, he was already leaving marks on her neck and stirring up a storm with his exes. It wouldn't be long before Emma fell prey to the dark side.

Emma guggled lightly and nodded her head. She was happy to be with him. Mostly she enjoyed the way he was running his hand through her hair and de shivered, sighing happily.

"I really like being with you and knowing you're mine." She said with a smile, and cuddled into him as he pulled her close. "Good night." She said happily and closed her eyes.

She was glad to be comfortable in his arms again. It was better than feeling upset about him with other guys and she was glad to be confident about their relationship. He was choosing her over Jennifer? That was crazy. And perfect.

"I don't want tonight to end."

James smiled and shifted underneath her, enjoying her warmth. Her voice was soothing, and he yawned softly in response. He was drifting off into sleep when she spoke again, and he nodded drowsily. "You could sleep here every night," he murmured, his voice tired and slow. "As far as I'm concerned."

He wondered if her parents knew where she was. She was sleeping at a guy's house - with him, in his bed. James didn't want to go to school again, but he did at the same time. He wanted to see the surprised faces. He wanted to hear the rumors sparking, wondering how Emma would handle it when they spread like wildfire. He knew she'd probably never dealt with negativity like that.

James stroked her soft cheek with his fingers, and slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up, he untangled his body from Emma's and rolled out of bed, changing clothes before she woke up. He put on a nice pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that showed off his upper body quite nicely. He realized Emma didn't have any clothes, and smirked, wondering if she would wear his to school. He had a few girl's shirts, even a pair of pants, things that had been left behind. He didn't dare offer those to her, she already thought he was using her.

He looked over to where she lay on the bed as he ran a comb through his thick hair. "Good morning beautiful,"

Emma shifted lightly in the bed when he had moved away and she sighed, shaking her head. Being with him was so comfortable - so warm, but she was also really tired as she curled back up to his pillows. It was comforting, just being close to him.

She awoke to the sound of his voice and looked up at him as he brushed through his hair. "Good morning James." She said with a smile and sat up slowly, holding the blankets to her. It was so nice to feel so comfortable here. "How long have you been up without me?" She asked him teasingly and put her feet down on the ground, sliding out of bed. She sighed and stretched.

This was the first point at which she was starting to question it. Everything had been perfect last night, but now she had to deal with the struggles of being with him again - in reality. That wasn't going to be so easy to explain to some people. Hell, her parents were probably so worried when their angel hadn't come home last night. It seemed she was doomed. She would have to make up some sort of excuse and just go with it for once.

There was a part of her that didn't just want that though. She was okay with being his - and why would she even want to hide that at all?

"James, what am I going to wear?" She asked with a certain sort of blush that showed her innocence.