pulled me up the corridor and out the back entrance of Macy's into an alley without saying a word or looking back at me.
I yanked my hand out of his. This had gone too far. Who did he think he was, dragging me around?
"What is your problem, Scott?" I asked heatedly crossing my arms.
He crossed his arms too and looked at me, his jaw te se, ournsing, his eyes narrowed, "You are, Emma!" he uncrossed his arms and strode towards me but stopped abruptly a foot away.
"What have I done?" I hadn't done anything wrong that I could think of, well maybe apart from flirting with Bone purposely. "Please tell me because I really don't know what's wrong with you tonight," I was getting madder.
"You were flirting with Bone!” He pointed an accusing, threatening finger at me, "You don't need to be giving guys like him encouragement."
"No, Scott, don't make this about Bone when we both know it isn't." My voice was rising. I went forward and pointed my finger into his chest, hard. "You have been acting weird all night so don't say this is about Bone! And don't fucking talk to me like you own me because you don't and you never will!" I finished and I was panting in anger and frustration.
His face changed as I said the last words and his face fell slightly. I remembered the anguished look on his face on stage, some of my anger started to drain away.
I sighed. "Scott," I made my voice softer, "why are you being like this? I don't want to fight with you."
He studied me for a still moment, "You wanna know what's wrong with me?" his voice was tight as both his hands came up to grip my upper arms.
" Yes. "
He seemed to be warring with his own head as he walked me backwards until my back slammed against a wall. He was looking down at me darkly, his jaw clenched and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his as I saw different emotions flicker through them. Anger, pain, want, need and something else that was an alien look for him, then back to anger.
The only sounds I could hear was the dull thump of the music in the bar and our breathing. His was heavy and laboured as he smacked one hand on the wall above my head and the other gripped my waist tightly.
I frowned as I realised what was happening, "Stop it, Scott.” My hands came up to his chest to push him away but my feeble attempt made him angrier.
He grabbed my hands swiftly and pinned them above my head.
I looked up at him then and saw his dark green eyes blazing down at me, "You know what I want," he hissed the words at me.
He crushed his body against mine.
My eyes widened in shock as electricity shot through me. My hands went to his hips in surprise.
He quickly released my hands and drove his hands into my hair and pulled my face up to his. He held my gaze and I closed my eyes to hide myself from him.
He placed his forehead against mine. "I can't stop this,” he whispered roughly, "I can't stop wanting you and seeing you with Ad is–it's driving me fuckin' crazy," as he said those last words, he drove his hips into me with a low groan. “I want to take you right now, in a goddamn back alley and against this fuckin’ wall. It’s so fuckin' wrong and I'm a scumbag piece of shit that doesn't deserve to even look at you."
My eyes flew open. His gaze was desperate, needy, lustful.
"Scott," I whispered brokenly but I had nothing else to say. I couldn't tell him I wanted him, I couldn't tell him not to stop, I was Adams. "Stop." I said just above a breathy whisper. I dropped my hands to my sides and fisted them to keep them there.
Scott stiffened and stepped away from me completely sme I wan.
I didn't know what to say to him as I stared at him. He was panting just like I was. "I'm not one of your groupies, you know that."
“Yeah, you're my friend. ” I didn’t miss his sarcasm and I frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t want me as a friend? Fine, fuck you! I don’t want a friend that doesn’t respect me as such and molests me any
I yanked my hand out of his. This had gone too far. Who did he think he was, dragging me around?
"What is your problem, Scott?" I asked heatedly crossing my arms.
He crossed his arms too and looked at me, his jaw te se, ournsing, his eyes narrowed, "You are, Emma!" he uncrossed his arms and strode towards me but stopped abruptly a foot away.
"What have I done?" I hadn't done anything wrong that I could think of, well maybe apart from flirting with Bone purposely. "Please tell me because I really don't know what's wrong with you tonight," I was getting madder.
"You were flirting with Bone!” He pointed an accusing, threatening finger at me, "You don't need to be giving guys like him encouragement."
"No, Scott, don't make this about Bone when we both know it isn't." My voice was rising. I went forward and pointed my finger into his chest, hard. "You have been acting weird all night so don't say this is about Bone! And don't fucking talk to me like you own me because you don't and you never will!" I finished and I was panting in anger and frustration.
His face changed as I said the last words and his face fell slightly. I remembered the anguished look on his face on stage, some of my anger started to drain away.
I sighed. "Scott," I made my voice softer, "why are you being like this? I don't want to fight with you."
He studied me for a still moment, "You wanna know what's wrong with me?" his voice was tight as both his hands came up to grip my upper arms.
" Yes. "
He seemed to be warring with his own head as he walked me backwards until my back slammed against a wall. He was looking down at me darkly, his jaw clenched and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his as I saw different emotions flicker through them. Anger, pain, want, need and something else that was an alien look for him, then back to anger.
The only sounds I could hear was the dull thump of the music in the bar and our breathing. His was heavy and laboured as he smacked one hand on the wall above my head and the other gripped my waist tightly.
I frowned as I realised what was happening, "Stop it, Scott.” My hands came up to his chest to push him away but my feeble attempt made him angrier.
He grabbed my hands swiftly and pinned them above my head.
I looked up at him then and saw his dark green eyes blazing down at me, "You know what I want," he hissed the words at me.
He crushed his body against mine.
My eyes widened in shock as electricity shot through me. My hands went to his hips in surprise.
He quickly released my hands and drove his hands into my hair and pulled my face up to his. He held my gaze and I closed my eyes to hide myself from him.
He placed his forehead against mine. "I can't stop this,” he whispered roughly, "I can't stop wanting you and seeing you with Ad is–it's driving me fuckin' crazy," as he said those last words, he drove his hips into me with a low groan. “I want to take you right now, in a goddamn back alley and against this fuckin’ wall. It’s so fuckin' wrong and I'm a scumbag piece of shit that doesn't deserve to even look at you."
My eyes flew open. His gaze was desperate, needy, lustful.
"Scott," I whispered brokenly but I had nothing else to say. I couldn't tell him I wanted him, I couldn't tell him not to stop, I was Adams. "Stop." I said just above a breathy whisper. I dropped my hands to my sides and fisted them to keep them there.
Scott stiffened and stepped away from me completely sme I wan.
I didn't know what to say to him as I stared at him. He was panting just like I was. "I'm not one of your groupies, you know that."
“Yeah, you're my friend. ” I didn’t miss his sarcasm and I frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t want me as a friend? Fine, fuck you! I don’t want a friend that doesn’t respect me as such and molests me any
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