3 The bad dream

I went to bed knowing that I would dream about the same nightmare but chose to ignore it. I was in the same house I always dreamed about every time, but this time it was different because I wasn't in my childhood anymore. I had grown into an 18-year-old me.

The fire seemed to have caught up fast and the whole house was burning in flames. I tried to move but nothing happened. This was new. I was stuck in one place frozen like the statue of liberty.

I could feel a tickling in my arms and legs as I tried to turn around and get the hell out of there but I couldn't move a muscle, I was paralyzed, the fire got closer and closer and I still couldn't move. I could feel my heart racing.

I tried to scream but my voice was gone too, there was the same child again with the hidden face calling my name and telling me to wake up. The voices of the children became loud and became louder. I got up screaming and fretting.

" Marie, Marie, wake up !"

" Are you okay _?" He asked.

" I couldn't move". That's all I can say.

"Wait, let me go and get you some water to drink". He left and in more than a minute he was back.

I drink the water non-stop. " Thank you " I say.

He nods " Are you okay?"

" I think so," I said.

" Please don't go," I said.

" I can't sleep," I added.

He sighs " Okay ", he replies.

" Thank you," I said.

He nods.

He set his pillow down on the empty spot. He sits down and puts his legs under the covers. He scoots himself down and lays his head on the pillow and lies on his back. I could feel his stare on the ceiling.

" Jason," he says.

" My name is Jason Mendes," he says.

I turned my head and looked at him." You can call me by my name now" he smirked.

The street lights shine through my windows, reflecting off his face.

" Thank you! " I whispered.

Thinking about my dream, I began trembling.

Jason moved to me. He takes the opportunity and pulls me closer to him. He then snakes his arm around my waist and holds me in place. My head rests on his shoulder. I freeze in my position when he moves his rough hand to my stomach.

" Are you comfortable ?" He asks.

I turned to face him. " Not really", I stated.

He makes me fall off his chest. I turned to my pillow. I feel his body against my backside, he then snuggles into my back. I can feel his breathing on my neck.

"Goodnight, Marie!" He whispers from the back.

" Goodnight, Jason!" I smiled to myself.

I was surprised by how quickly I was comfortable with him draping his arm over my stomach. Usually, every time I used to get these nightmares, I would not even fall back to sleep, but now I feel sleepy again and not afraid of having the same nightmare again.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke to loud music from the hallway. Oh, my goodness, how could he be so annoying?

I quickly changed out of my pajamas into my clothes. I stormed out of the room dressed in a tee shirt and shorts. I walked into the living room.

My eyes are fixed on two sweaty messes on the couch.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I yelled, cringing at their gasps as they attempted to cover their bodies.

" Who the fuck is Jason?" the brunette asks, pointing her finger at me.

"That's Marie, my roommate," he says, positioning himself.

"Oh, okay can you leave us now," she says.

I chuckle " You mean you or me," I ask, crossing my arms.

" I mean you," she says.

" I don't see any other whore here except you," I said with an evil smirk.

Jason chuckles.

"And what are you laughing at ?" she asked, giving Jason a death glare.

" Get the fuck out," he yells.

"Who?" the brunette and I both yelled.

" I mean you, Clover," he says.

"Are you serious?" she says, throwing her hands in the sky.

I turned around, giving her some privacy as she got dressed.

" Alright get out, Clover," he says in a deep voice, how arrogant he is thinks he can sleep around with someone and then treat them that way. I feel sorry for this brunette, I mean Clover.

" It's Claire", I heard the door shut.

"You are so disgusting, " I said.

" So Sassy," he says with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes at his words, walking in my direction. He cups my chin, and he lifts my face to look at him. I felt butterflies swirl around my stomach, and then I remember how he was moaning about that brunette's name, and it was even the wrong name he was calling her. How disgusting is this boy? He then looks down at my lips and then back at my eyes. He leans closer, a laugh escapes from his mouth.

" You thought I would kiss you?" He says with a chuckling.

" You are so pathetic," I said.

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Jason left to go to the grocery store. I am pretty sure he didn't go there. Boys like him usually just go to the grocery store.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Jason walks through, his arms full of bags. I stared at his muscles to show this guy is well built.

" Instead of imagining the nasty stuff I could do to you, will you please help me out" he smirks.

" Lower your self-esteem" I mumbled.

His smirk doesn't escape from his face.

" Oh, Marie, " He says in a deep husky voice.

His voice is well gifted, my goodness!.

" Hey!" he cuts me off from my daydreaming.

" Yes," I turned to face him.

" Do you want to talk about last night?" he asks.

" Not really," I said.

"Yeah, sure," continuing to unpack the groceries.

" I will do the cooking," he said.

I chuckle, he gives me a 'What are you looking at,' and I shrug in response.