Sold? Oh Please.

"Why do you think your mom is alive?" Jessie asked as she sat opposite him and nibbled on a peice of fruit.

"I don't." 

"But you sai-"

"Forget about what I said I was just being emotional and irrational, how can she be alive. I watched her-" he began but stopped his gaze suddenly becoming blank. 

"You watched her what Jason?" Jessie asked after he didn't say anything anymore. 

He looked up at her with confused eyes. "I have no idea... I swear I know what happened. I was-" he grabbed her sides of his head.

"Hey, Jason!" She called out, getting scared.

"I can't remember, I can't remember!" He said, his gaze was tinted with a bit of fear but he generally looked confused.

"Hey! Hey!" She pushed away the tray and went to sit beside him, cupping his face. "Hey, look at me." She ordered and he obeyed.

"I don't know why I can't remember. Does that mean Francine was right? Did I really kill my mother?" He asked her, the tone of his voice making her worry.

"Hey," she frowned. 

"That's right, you said to trust my memories but for some reason I can't remember anything?" He shook his head.

"Okay, okay don't panic. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all this." She nodded at him.

"How can I not remember what happened to my mother Jessie! Has it been that long? That doesn't seem like something someone would forget!" He exclaimed almost yelling. 

Jessie saw that he was about to become hysterical and she didn't know what to do, suddenly regretting pressing this matter further she pressed her lips unto his to quiet his complaints. 

"What are you doing?" He asked holding her away, panting from the sudden lack of oxygen. 

She looked up from his lips and into his eyes. "Kissing my boyfriend, why? Is something wrong?" She asked, feeling winded as well.

"This is important Jessie." He stated firmly. 

"I know, but this is as well." She said throwing one leg over his crossed ones, she sat on his laps straddling him. 

"Don't tempt me, Jessie. I'm too emotional, I'll only be using you to make myself better." He said his tone serious his gaze dangerous. 

She nodded at him. "Knock yourself out." 

"You don't understand." He still held her back as she leaned further to kiss him. "I... my mother is a soft spot for me, I was... I was different when I was with my mother." He said, looking into her eyes with a gaze that made her insides churn with anxiety and worry.

"Different how?" She asked.

"I was not... I was kind, I believed in different things." He said softly.

"Things like what?" She asked, her fingers slowly massaging the sides of his head where she cupped him.

He shut his eyes and leaned into her touch. "I wanted to save the world, I wanted to help poor people. I was certain I would use all my money for helping the world. I believed in love..." his eyes opened as he looked into her eyes with such intensity. 

Jessie gave him a small smile. "But you love me." She stated. 

And he nodded. "That I do, but I never expected to. I didn't even realise when it happened. I've done things Jessie that I never would have done had my mother been alive to raise me." He said.

"Hmmm?" She sighed. "Things like what?"

"Things I shouldn't be telling the woman whose love I'm desperate for." He replied. 

And she smacked him lightly as the side of his arm. "Tell me!" She insisted with a pout. 

"I've hurt people Jessie, I don't care about anyone's feelings, I don't care about how many people I stomp on to get to where I want to go. And most importantly instead of my pity towards poor people, I detest them. For being so weak." He explained. "With how successful I've become, I started to realise that money wasn't too hard to make, I know it's different but I don't care anymore." 

"Why do they have to be to powerless and hopeless, why do they make it so easy for me to stomp on them? It makes me want to even more." He laughed lowly, his dark emotionless eyes taking over the intensity she once saw, they started to become lifeless and empty. 

"I lost respect for women, and I generally detest women that live their lives depending on other men. I can even stomach gold diggers, at least they know what they are there for. What kind of love leeches off the other? I couldn't date a woman that wasn't accomplished, or successful at least." He continued, suddenly realising his error when Jessie began to pull away.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

She blinked at him, shaking her head she opened her mouth to speak but words wouldn't come out. "I-I don't... I don't know." She said.

"I wasn't talking about you." He stated curtly. 

But she wasn't about to be convinced, she tried to pry his hands of her waist to get off his laps but suddenly stopped struggling, glaring at him. "I'm confused, if you felt this way why stop me when I tried to leave? You literally begged me to use your foolish money!" She huffed angrily. 

And in her teary anger he realised something. He didn't want her to leave, he didn't want her anywhere else but by his side. He didn't want her sad, he didn't want her tired. He didn't want her to do anything other than love him, goodness! He wanted her by his side forever, loving no one else but him. He wanted to marry this woman that made him... it always made him happy when she smiled buying something with his money. Or when she was wearing any of his clothes, he never let past girlfriend close enough to even get to his clothes. 

Jessie made him better, she made him, him. The kind person he once was she was bringing him back and he didn't even realise. 

"-you should just be clear if you don't want me! Don't go through the corners, talk to me, I'm more than happy to leave at an- mph!" She huffed as he pressed his lips against hers.

Shoving him away with all the strength she had her glare shot daggers at him but he dodged them all by ignoring the angry glare.

Flipping over, he held her down on the bed, as he settled between her legs.

"What the hell are you doing?" She spat angrily. 

"Kissing my girlfriend, why? Is something wrong?"

*****

I will be taking a break, about one week. I'm writing mid-terms, so I have to read. Promise to make it up to you guys. 

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