Twisted :: by Katey311
Title: Twisted (4/9)
Author: Katey311
Rating: PG-13, currently. Will increase later.
Pairing: Nick Jonas / OFC
Genre: AU / Romance
Warning: All of my stories have one tragic flaw: a happy ending. Don’t read if you’re not a fan of cheese-tastic endings.
Summary: Nick Jonas is the ultimate playboy. He is the most popular and most sought-after Frat-boy at the University he attends. He’s beyond smooth and always gets what he wants-until he meets Cassidy. Cassidy knows Nick’s game, doesn’t approve, and lets that fact be known. But when the two get stuck with one another during Beach Week, perhaps their twisted feelings for the other will change.
DisclaimerAll situation and characters in this story are fake. While I use Nick Jonas's name and face, the character in this story is not him, nor does the character represent any personality traits the real Nick Jonas may possess or any actions the real Nick Jonas may have performed. This story is purely fictional and meant to be fun and entertaining. The lyrics used at the beginning of every chapter belong to a song by Irish singer/songwriter Brian McFadden.
When The Sun Goes Down / Barely Breathing
Dancing in my head to a funked up beat
Tripping on the corner of a two way street
And I, smile a twisted smile when I say...
Let the world keep turning
Cause I'll be standing still
And the earth feels closer to heaven
Just because you're here
I've been chased by angels
I've been drunk out of my mind
And the earth feels better than heaven
Just because you're here
Twisted, twisted
I froze, “You remember?”
He took a sure step toward me. There were still quite a few feet between us but his proximity still felt overwhelming. His eyebrow quirked slightly and his eyes danced, “How could I forget?”
I took a deep break that I hoped he didn’t notice. I know he did, though, when his gaze fell briefly to my chest as it rose and fell. But it was in that second his eyes left mine that I was able to gather my wits and strength, “How could you pretend you didn’t know me?” I accused.
Instead of continuing the pattern of questions our conversation had become, Nick answered seriously, “You left, Cassidy.”
I furrowed my brows, “So? I mean nothing to you. Why would I stay and subject myself to the humiliation of ‘Hey, thanks for a great night. Maybe I’ll call you sometime. What was your name again?’? Yeah, Nick, that’s my idea of a good morning.” I glared as I mimicked what I imagined him to say.
“It wouldn’t have been like that...” he mumbled.
I sat up and watched him skeptically, “Because it turned out so differently, didn’t it?”
He opened his mouth but no words came out. Faintly I heard commotion downstairs as everyone returned, but I continued my assault.
“Come on, Nick. Surely you have some line you can use on me.” I hated that I was being as rude as I was. But after the emotional rollercoaster I’d been on the past few months, it was hard to not take it out him.
“You’re different...”
I scoffed, “Right. Because I’m not a starving sorority girl who’s hungry only for your dick?”
He frowned, “Cassidy...”
And then the five boys barreled into the room. Drew jumped on Nick’s back and the two crashed onto the bed right next to me. Bradley jumped in too, laughing and jabbing his fists playfully into Nick’s side. Jeff hooted and Devin yelled, “Theta Mu--Party up!” Nate tossed each brother a beer. Each guzzled with the exception of Nick. His was still consumed, though, when Drew and Bradley forced him to drink, laughing.
I shook my head at the scene and grabbed my wallet and my entire duffel bag. I would sift through it to find my bathing suit and sunscreen outside. I was over it.
***
I grudgingly made my way up the stairs of the beach house. Thankfully, I could avoid the current party by going through the sliding glass door to the White Room. I hate to say it, but Jonas was right; at least in the White Room I would have some privacy.
It was the lack of privacy from him I was concerned about.
There is no doubt I was still resentful toward him but my small and brief sparring match earlier had released some of my aggression. How much longer could I blame all of my issues on Nick? More importantly, how much longer could I blame him for his ignorance?
I sighed. I had been a willing partner. I think I’m just so angry that I gave in to his pretty face and smooth lines.
My hand was getting ready to pull the door open when my eye caught sight of Nick sitting in the far corner of the deck.
I warred with myself.
I dropped my bag carefully and raked my hair back. My fingers got tangled in the matted beach curls and I winced. I started to pick up the bag again. Showering would be a better use of my time than fighting with Nick.
But then he leaned through the railing and threw up. He coughed and groaned.
I put my bag back down, took a deep breath, and walked closer to him.
I was surprised to hear him singing softly to himself, “Cuz I’m barely breathing and I can’t find the air. Don’t know who I’m kidding, imagining you care...” his voice was soft and rich. I smiled slightly, but quickly grimaced at the sight and smell of him.
I sat next to him on his left. There was a little bit of vomit to his right where he didn’t quite make it off the porch. I dangled my legs next to his and sat there silently.
He kept singing quietly. “...and I would stand here waiting: a fool for another day. But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price, the price that I would pay. But I’m thinking it over anyway...” he trailed off.
“You have a pretty amazing singing voice, Jonas.”
He glanced at me, “You should hear me when I’m sober.”
I chuckled slightly, “We’ll see.”
We sat there silently. I could hear the cheering downstairs as the boys played some drinking game.
“You know,” Nick started. “I haven’t puked from drinking since my freshmen year...”
“Sounds like you had too much then.”
“Maybe,” he mused. “Or maybe I’m just lovesick...”
I guffawed. “Shut up, Nick. I’m already sitting here. You don’t have to feed me your cheesy lines to get me to stay.” He peeked at my face for a moment and then looked away. He sighed and shook his head. I continued, “Besides, you don’t know what the hell you’re saying. You said it yourself, you’ve never drank this much...”
I trailed off when his eyes met mine. The intensity I found within them told me the truth: he wasn’t drunk--at least not anymore. He had stopped drinking a while ago and thrown up all the contents of his stomach. He knew what he was saying; he understood the consequences of every word and move he made. The song he had been singing earlier was no coincidence. Nick was too calculated in every action he made to sit alone, outside, singing a random song. His face was still slightly flushed but now I wasn’t so sure it was from the alcohol flowing through and heating up his bloodstream. Surely he wasn’t flushed from our proximity. And there was no way that he would be nervous sitting there with me.
Slowly and hesitantly his fingers found mine. It wasn’t just his hand covering mine, but his fingers became entwined with my own. His eyebrows furrowed with the emotion of the moment. But his eyes held mine. He still held the upper hand--he wouldn’t look away; he wasn’t ashamed of what he felt or of what he needed to say.
“I’m sorry, Williams.” He sighed, but still his eyes gazed into mine, “I tried to get you the same way I’ve gotten any other girl. That night was an amazing night and I shouldn’t have pretended it didn’t exist.”
I tried not to think about the brilliance of the sensation of our skin connecting once more. I tried to think rationally, “That’s your M.O. then? Pretending you don’t remember girls so you can sleep with them again?”
His face contorted, “What? No. That was only with you.”
I scoffed and pulled my hand away, “Thanks, Nick. Glad to know I’m special in that way.”
Nick opened his mouth to argue or perhaps to feed me a line. But apparently he thought better of it and stopped. In those moments he seemed to sober even more. His eyes twinkled again and that ever-present smirk returned to his plush lips. “You, Cassidy, are special in every way. And by the end of the week you can be sure you’re gonna know it, too.”
*Duncan Sheik - Barely Breathing
Thank you so much for those who are reading and reviewing. It means a lot to know you like what you're reading. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Hope you love it. :)
Author: Katey311
Rating: PG-13, currently. Will increase later.
Pairing: Nick Jonas / OFC
Genre: AU / Romance
Warning: All of my stories have one tragic flaw: a happy ending. Don’t read if you’re not a fan of cheese-tastic endings.
Summary: Nick Jonas is the ultimate playboy. He is the most popular and most sought-after Frat-boy at the University he attends. He’s beyond smooth and always gets what he wants-until he meets Cassidy. Cassidy knows Nick’s game, doesn’t approve, and lets that fact be known. But when the two get stuck with one another during Beach Week, perhaps their twisted feelings for the other will change.
DisclaimerAll situation and characters in this story are fake. While I use Nick Jonas's name and face, the character in this story is not him, nor does the character represent any personality traits the real Nick Jonas may possess or any actions the real Nick Jonas may have performed. This story is purely fictional and meant to be fun and entertaining. The lyrics used at the beginning of every chapter belong to a song by Irish singer/songwriter Brian McFadden.
When The Sun Goes Down / Barely Breathing
Dancing in my head to a funked up beat
Tripping on the corner of a two way street
And I, smile a twisted smile when I say...
Let the world keep turning
Cause I'll be standing still
And the earth feels closer to heaven
Just because you're here
I've been chased by angels
I've been drunk out of my mind
And the earth feels better than heaven
Just because you're here
Twisted, twisted
I froze, “You remember?”
He took a sure step toward me. There were still quite a few feet between us but his proximity still felt overwhelming. His eyebrow quirked slightly and his eyes danced, “How could I forget?”
I took a deep break that I hoped he didn’t notice. I know he did, though, when his gaze fell briefly to my chest as it rose and fell. But it was in that second his eyes left mine that I was able to gather my wits and strength, “How could you pretend you didn’t know me?” I accused.
Instead of continuing the pattern of questions our conversation had become, Nick answered seriously, “You left, Cassidy.”
I furrowed my brows, “So? I mean nothing to you. Why would I stay and subject myself to the humiliation of ‘Hey, thanks for a great night. Maybe I’ll call you sometime. What was your name again?’? Yeah, Nick, that’s my idea of a good morning.” I glared as I mimicked what I imagined him to say.
“It wouldn’t have been like that...” he mumbled.
I sat up and watched him skeptically, “Because it turned out so differently, didn’t it?”
He opened his mouth but no words came out. Faintly I heard commotion downstairs as everyone returned, but I continued my assault.
“Come on, Nick. Surely you have some line you can use on me.” I hated that I was being as rude as I was. But after the emotional rollercoaster I’d been on the past few months, it was hard to not take it out him.
“You’re different...”
I scoffed, “Right. Because I’m not a starving sorority girl who’s hungry only for your dick?”
He frowned, “Cassidy...”
And then the five boys barreled into the room. Drew jumped on Nick’s back and the two crashed onto the bed right next to me. Bradley jumped in too, laughing and jabbing his fists playfully into Nick’s side. Jeff hooted and Devin yelled, “Theta Mu--Party up!” Nate tossed each brother a beer. Each guzzled with the exception of Nick. His was still consumed, though, when Drew and Bradley forced him to drink, laughing.
I shook my head at the scene and grabbed my wallet and my entire duffel bag. I would sift through it to find my bathing suit and sunscreen outside. I was over it.
***
I grudgingly made my way up the stairs of the beach house. Thankfully, I could avoid the current party by going through the sliding glass door to the White Room. I hate to say it, but Jonas was right; at least in the White Room I would have some privacy.
It was the lack of privacy from him I was concerned about.
There is no doubt I was still resentful toward him but my small and brief sparring match earlier had released some of my aggression. How much longer could I blame all of my issues on Nick? More importantly, how much longer could I blame him for his ignorance?
I sighed. I had been a willing partner. I think I’m just so angry that I gave in to his pretty face and smooth lines.
My hand was getting ready to pull the door open when my eye caught sight of Nick sitting in the far corner of the deck.
I warred with myself.
I dropped my bag carefully and raked my hair back. My fingers got tangled in the matted beach curls and I winced. I started to pick up the bag again. Showering would be a better use of my time than fighting with Nick.
But then he leaned through the railing and threw up. He coughed and groaned.
I put my bag back down, took a deep breath, and walked closer to him.
I was surprised to hear him singing softly to himself, “Cuz I’m barely breathing and I can’t find the air. Don’t know who I’m kidding, imagining you care...” his voice was soft and rich. I smiled slightly, but quickly grimaced at the sight and smell of him.
I sat next to him on his left. There was a little bit of vomit to his right where he didn’t quite make it off the porch. I dangled my legs next to his and sat there silently.
He kept singing quietly. “...and I would stand here waiting: a fool for another day. But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price, the price that I would pay. But I’m thinking it over anyway...” he trailed off.
“You have a pretty amazing singing voice, Jonas.”
He glanced at me, “You should hear me when I’m sober.”
I chuckled slightly, “We’ll see.”
We sat there silently. I could hear the cheering downstairs as the boys played some drinking game.
“You know,” Nick started. “I haven’t puked from drinking since my freshmen year...”
“Sounds like you had too much then.”
“Maybe,” he mused. “Or maybe I’m just lovesick...”
I guffawed. “Shut up, Nick. I’m already sitting here. You don’t have to feed me your cheesy lines to get me to stay.” He peeked at my face for a moment and then looked away. He sighed and shook his head. I continued, “Besides, you don’t know what the hell you’re saying. You said it yourself, you’ve never drank this much...”
I trailed off when his eyes met mine. The intensity I found within them told me the truth: he wasn’t drunk--at least not anymore. He had stopped drinking a while ago and thrown up all the contents of his stomach. He knew what he was saying; he understood the consequences of every word and move he made. The song he had been singing earlier was no coincidence. Nick was too calculated in every action he made to sit alone, outside, singing a random song. His face was still slightly flushed but now I wasn’t so sure it was from the alcohol flowing through and heating up his bloodstream. Surely he wasn’t flushed from our proximity. And there was no way that he would be nervous sitting there with me.
Slowly and hesitantly his fingers found mine. It wasn’t just his hand covering mine, but his fingers became entwined with my own. His eyebrows furrowed with the emotion of the moment. But his eyes held mine. He still held the upper hand--he wouldn’t look away; he wasn’t ashamed of what he felt or of what he needed to say.
“I’m sorry, Williams.” He sighed, but still his eyes gazed into mine, “I tried to get you the same way I’ve gotten any other girl. That night was an amazing night and I shouldn’t have pretended it didn’t exist.”
I tried not to think about the brilliance of the sensation of our skin connecting once more. I tried to think rationally, “That’s your M.O. then? Pretending you don’t remember girls so you can sleep with them again?”
His face contorted, “What? No. That was only with you.”
I scoffed and pulled my hand away, “Thanks, Nick. Glad to know I’m special in that way.”
Nick opened his mouth to argue or perhaps to feed me a line. But apparently he thought better of it and stopped. In those moments he seemed to sober even more. His eyes twinkled again and that ever-present smirk returned to his plush lips. “You, Cassidy, are special in every way. And by the end of the week you can be sure you’re gonna know it, too.”
*Duncan Sheik - Barely Breathing
Thank you so much for those who are reading and reviewing. It means a lot to know you like what you're reading. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Hope you love it. :)