Two Weeks Between Love and Hate

“That Jason?” wondering what that meant, he was rather confused. The three of them stood there silently, exchanging glances. He felt uneasy as he stared at the two women. Jillian looked wobbly as she stood there staring back. Remembering the promise they made to avoid one another if they could, he nodded at them and turned back to his car. He did his best to ignore the two, but it stirred up an uncomfortable sensation. He was reminded of high school, where he would try to avoid any eye contact with his bully. His best case back then was they would pass by without noticing him, as rare as that was. Leaning against his car, he watched the gas pump numbers rise, along with his nerves.

Jillian was about to speak up when Jason had abruptly turned away from both of them. Her jaw dropped momentarily, and her expression shifted into a mix of sadness and frustration. Mika frowned, glancing between Jason and Jill, piecing together the situation. Just from Jason’s appearance alone, it was clear he was doing pretty well for himself. Everything started to make sense as to why her friend was so on edge and focused on him tonight. She knew that seeing Jason likely only fueled Jillian’s belief that she deserved the bad things that happened to her.

“Come on, Jill, let’s... Jill?” She realized her friend had vanished from her side. Turning back to Jason, she saw Jill marching towards him, fists tight at her sides. “Shit.”

Jason heard the footsteps approaching behind him before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning and looking down at the petite redhead, hands on her hips while her unfocused eyes stared him down.

“What are-“ Before he could finish, Jillian interrupted him.

“With us, drink, come now,” she demanded in a mixed up way, she shook her head before fixing her mistake. “I mean, you should come drink with us.”

Thankfully Mika showed up between them at that moment. “Sorry about her. She’s a little drunk. Just ignore her,” she said, grabbing Jillian’s shoulders and attempting to pull her back slightly. “Come on, lets go.”

He looked a little shell-shocked at the sudden, though admittedly butchered, invite. If this was a decade ago, he would have immediately thought it was a trap and bolted. Now, though, there was something surreal about Jillian Lins asking him to come have a drink with her. By now, it was clear she was pretty tipsy and wasn’t thinking straight, but that usually made people more honest, not less.

“I’m not drunk!” Jillian almost yelled, as she pulled herself out of her friend’s grasp with a growl. “Just the two of us drinking is boring. We need a guy to even it up and stuff, like there has to be a guy right… Right?” It all made sense to her at least. Mika rolled her eyes.

“Jill, I really don’t think that’s—”

It was Jason’s turn to jump in.

“Wait a second, you’re Mika, right? Mika Kuzuha?”

Mika looked up at Jason, surprised. “Um, yeah... I am. I’m surprised you remember me. I don’t think we ever really talked back in school.” Her face shifted to concern, as if he was the second coming of Ted Bundy. He quickly felt the need to explain from her reaction.

“Well, we had a class together, and I may or may not have had a crush on you back then.” Jason scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward as all hell. Jillian’s jaw dropped at this revelation, but Mika didn’t seem flustered at all.

“Oh… alright. Well, before you go any deeper into that thought, no offense, but you’re not my type.”

Jason’s brow raised a little.

“Haha, noooooo, hard miss. Besides, later that same year, I found out you were friends with Jillian, and that was more than enough to kill any interest I had,” he explained. Mika nodded, and Jillian frowned at that bit of info, but they both pretty much understood.

“Good to know. Now let’s go, Jill. I’m freezing my ass off out here,” Mika said as she took Jillian’s arm and tried to pull her away again, but the redhead wasn’t budging.

“No!” Jillian shouted. “Jason, fuck the stupid promise. It was stupid and dumb to agree. I don’t think avoiding each other is good and... Fuck, you smell nice,” she said leaning in a little, taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

Jillian was acting so strangely he kind of just wanted to hop in his car and head back to his mom’s. He was kind of craving a drink though, Saturday night felt wrong without one. With Jillian around, he didn’t know how things would go. Not entirely sure if he wanted to give her the chance to make things worse between them while drunk.

Mika let out a groan.

“Okay look, my nips are about to fall off…don’t actually look, Jason.” She glared at him. “I am not dressed for this and I wanna go home!”

The autumn night’s chill was really hitting the small Asian woman hard, who was out here in just a tank top and thin-looking pants. She had her pride, but if she had to stand here and wait for her friend a moment longer, she was gonna get really desperate.

“Would you mind giving us a ride back to my place, since this bitch won’t move without you? It’s j-j-just three blocks that way,” Mika said, pointing down the street.

“Yeah, and then come inside and stuff,” Jillian added, grinning and snickering slightly, repeating herself “Heh, come inside.” Which made Mika roll her eyes before looking up at Jason with a pleading chatter of her teeth.

Jason hesitated as he looked at the tiny women before him, one shivering in the cold, and the other still giving him doe eyes while giggling about a bad joke. He was well within his rights to say no at this point... but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It confused him. Why was he struggling to say no to his high school bully? Eventually, he let out a sigh and nodded.

“Fine, go ahead, get in,” giving in to Mika’s request. She quickly darted back to the store to grab the two bottles of liquor she had left behind on the curb while chasing Jillian. Speaking of her, she had gotten uncomfortably close to him, shivering slightly as she leaned into him.

“Mmm, warm,” she murmured, much to his discomfort.

“Uhhh, why don’t you get in the car? The heater’s on,” he suggested, gently moving her away. Jillian grumbled but eventually complied, heading to the front passenger seat and opening the door.

“I meant the back...” Jason started, then trailed off, deciding against saying anything further. Jillian gave him a puzzled look, but he shook his head. “Never mind.”

Jillian didn’t hesitate and quickly slid into the front seat. Jason walked around to the other side, finishing up with the gas before he got into the driver’s seat. He was still in his tracksuit from his run, so he was warm enough, even though his front jacket zipper was undone. Meanwhile, Mika hopped into the back seat almost simultaneously.

“Just head down this road. It’s not too far on the right,” Mika directed.

Jason nodded as they headed down the road, cranking up the heater, much to the delight of the scrawny women in the car.

“Why don’t we just hang out here and drink instead of going back to your drafty ass place?” Jillian suggested with a laugh, holding her hands in front of the vents to warm them up.

“Or maybe I’ll just take these bottles that I Paid For to My drafty ass place, and you can sit and spin.” Mika teased back, as they bantered playfully while Jason quietly drove towards the parlor.

Thankfully, it was a quick drive to the parlor. As they approached, Mika pointed at the two story building.

“It’s the one with the graffiti art all over it. Just park in front to let us out.” Jason pulled up to the front of the parlor and parked the car, but kept it running.

“Alright, here’s your stop. No charge this time.” His horrible joke failed miserably as Mika let out a groan.

“Yeah, whatever, thanks dude,” she said unamused and even though she’d said thanks, he was pretty sure she didn’t actually mean it.

“Come on Jill, let’s head up.” She said as she hopped out of the car and shut the door behind her.

Jillian meanwhile, was staring at Jason with those same puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

Her lips curled into a slight frown. He let out a sigh and shook his head.

“I really shouldn’t. I don’t think it will end well, and Mika doesn’t want me in her home.” he said, trying to be the voice of reason.

Jillian’s frown only deepened with the rejection. “But… but I really want you to. I know I’ve been, and still kinda am, a bitch, but I genuinely want to start over!”

She pleaded with the man, reaching over and grabbing his hand, pulling it away from the steering wheel.

“I promise I won’t make fun of you or fight at all tonight. Please… just give me this chance?” Her big blue eyes begged him with every fiber of her being.

Jason was usually an expert at turning down women. Some liked to try and win him over with sob stories, but they never did much to sway him; he was able to reject their advances without an ounce of guilt. Though those were the ones most likely to scream at him for being an “Insensitive Bastard.” But now... he had no idea why he was struggling so much. This should have been the easiest girl to reject in every single way, yet she was now the hardest. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubbed his forehead and gave in.

“Okay, fine,” He finally relented. Jillian flashed a quick smile. “I will have one, maybe two drinks. I want to be able to drive home tonight.”

She nodded eagerly at his words. “Yeah, sure, whatever you want!”

She spoke like she was ready to agree to anything. Jason turned off his car, and they both stepped out. Mika was already inside, waiting for Jillian so she could lock up again. Seeing that he was coming as well, she frowned briefly, but it quickly disappeared.

“Couldn’t just say no, huh?” She knew from the beginning this was a possibility, so she wasn’t about to start a fight over it. Still, she was mentally prepared to kick Jason out if he said anything nasty to her or Jillian. An ice pick to the dick was her surefire way to get rid of unwanted guests.

“Just try me.” She mumbled under her breath.

Once they were all inside, Mika locked the front door. Jason trailed behind Jillian as she headed towards the stairs at the back, taking a moment to glance around the tattoo parlor.

“Wasn’t this like a newspaper place before?” He vaguely remembered seeing signs and newspaper vending machines in front of the building when he was a kid.

“Yeah, it used to be. They closed down a while ago,” Mika said, not very enthused about the topic.

“I see. So, how long have you been open?” Jason’s business sense kicked in as he continued with his questions.

“About three years now,” she replied as their heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs.

“Nice. Seems like you’ve had a lot of success, congrats,” Jason congratulated her as they all walked into the loft. It may as well be another world for all he knew; it kind of was. He didn’t think he had ever been left alone with two other women his age before.

His expression quickly became excited as he took in the room.

“Whoa,” he murmured, his curiosity causing him to stray from the others. The two women paused, watching Jason as he wandered around, clearly enthralled by the interior. Mika let out a sigh, while Jillian couldn’t help but giggle at his quirky fascination.

“He’s so friggin’ cute…” she whispered, grinning softly. Mika gave her friend a hard stare at the statement..

“I love the old brickwork in this place. The high ceilings are nice too,” Jason remarked, his love of all things vintage shining through as he continued to explore. As Jason admired the features of the old building, the girls had decided they’d been sober long enough. Mika especially was over eager to start drinking. If she was going to spend the entire night with two of the three stooges, it certainly would not be while she was sober. Grabbing some ice chunks from the bar’s cooler, Mika cracked open the spiced rum she’d picked up from the gas station and started pouring drinks.

“Do you want a drink or what?” Mika asked, trying to be a semi good host despite the reservations she might have about Jason. Staring out of the large front window, he turned back to Mika.

“Yeah, sure. Two fingers will do, neat please,” Mika raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his request, well more the way he requested it.

“Uh huh…” she murmured, pouring the drinks and capping the rum. Jillian had sat down on a stool and grabbed her glass and raised it over her head.

“Cheers, everyone!” smiling at Jason rather exaggeratedly. He gave her a look of discomfort back before lightly clinking his glass against the other two. Jason took a small sip, Mika drank about half of hers, and Jillian downed her drink in one go.

“Blegh!” she retched, quickly grabbing her cola chaser and rinsing her mouth with it. But had Mika pour her another anyway, quickly taking a good sip like she was desperate to get drunk.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at Jillian’s reaction.

“This is decent, is it Kraken?” he guessed, casually smiling at Mika as she eyed the bottle of Kraken rum behind the bar. She raised an eyebrow at him curiously.

“What are you, some kind of alcohol snob now? No offense, but you really don’t seem like a big drinker. Usually, people who can tell brands by taste have beer guts and big bushy beards.”

Jillian couldn’t help but imagine what Jason would look like with a Grizzly Adams beard and a gut to go along with his muscles, which set her off giggling. He chuckled a little at the assumption.

“Not really. My best friend back home splurges on these fancy bottles, so he invites me over whenever he cracks one open. I enjoy exploring the different brands, but yeah, I’m not really much of a drinker, I rarely have more than one glass.” Jason admitted with a shrug.

Mika topped up Jillian’s glass and poured herself another before gesturing to the couches close to them.

“Come on, giggles,” she said, nudging Jillian. “As funny as it would be to watch you fall off that stool, I don’t feel like sweeping you off my floor...Again”

With a gentle hand on her back, she guided her over to a set of couches and chairs. Holding onto her rum and cola chaser, Jillian settled onto one of the couches, leaning against the arm sucking down more of her drink. Grabbing a remote, Mika switched on some music, filling the room with melodic hip hop at a low volume. Jason joined them, sinking into the armchair with a contented sigh, drink in hand.

“So, Jason!” Jillian blurted out suddenly.

He looked over at her, waiting for her to continue, but she seemed to hit a mental snag.

“Soooo?” he prompted, trying to bring her back to reality. Mika joined them, taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch from Jillian, eyeing her friend as if she’d glitched.

“Oh right, yeah, sorry. Um, well, I was just wondering... How did you do it?” she asked, mustering up some courage, trying to psych herself up to finish her disgusting drink.

“Uh...,” Jason responded, confused as to what she was asking. Mika rolled her eyes, thankfully on the same wavelength as her friend.

“I don’t get paid enough to translate this shit.” Mika thought. “I think what my tipsy friend here is trying to ask is; What got you to lose all that weight and get into shape?” Mika said, taking a sip of her drink.

Jillian nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that!” She confirmed loudly.

Clearing his throat, Jason took a longer sip from his own glass before placing it on an end table nearby. “Well, to cut a long story short, I got hooked on boxing and all that comes with it.”

“Boxing, huh?” Mika said, sounding slightly interested. “So, like, you can just go kick peoples’ asses whenever you want?” Jillian asked bluntly, even causing her friend to cringe a bit. Jason frowned at that.

“Yes and no. Yes, I could probably handle myself against most average folks in a fight. But no, I won’t stoop to randomly attacking people and tarnish the sport I love. I’ll defend myself and those I care about, as well, of course,” he replied firmly.

Mika tilted her head with a small nod, while Jillian held her now-empty glass tight to her chest, staring at Jason in amazement.

“Like a superhero,” she said, her words slurring before she bit her lower lip.

There was an awkward silence for a moment before Mika decided she needed to change the subject. “So, what do you do for work now? Did you go to college?” Jason glanced over at her and nodded. He started to explain where he went to school and what he studied. How he luckily got a job almost right out of college. His job and how it is mostly just boring computer security and data management. Told them both about the dickhead son of the CEO that took a liking to him. But actually helped his career. He did his very best not to sound like he was bragging. Really discussing work was one of his least favorite things. His tone had shown as much.

“Sounds like you make decent money, at least,” Mika said bluntly, not overly interested. Jason just shrugged.

“Yeah, it makes me enough to survive in the city.” He was interrupted by Jillian suddenly jumping off the couch with a loud gasp, startling both Mika and Jason.

“I love this freakin’ song!” Jillian dashed over to the bar and cranked up the volume even higher. Then she hurried back to Mika, grabbing her by the wrists and up to her feet. “Come on, Mika, dance with me!” Mika smiled softly, though she wasn't that eager to dance, but she never seemed to be excited about anything from what little Jason had.

Jillian dragged her friend over to an open area, where they started moving to the music. The pounding bass and intense electronic beats provided the soundtrack to some of the most erotic dance moves he had ever seen. Their moves put the clubs he and Marco had been too, to shame. Jillian’s moves seemed almost illegal for public display as she contorted her body and pressed herself against her friend, grinding against Mika to the beat of the music

Mika didn’t seem bothered at all by Jillian’s wild moves. She just went along with it, playing the more submissive role, running her hands up and down Jillian’s body. Jason wasn’t sure if he should keep watching, or if this could even be considered dancing anymore, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His heart raced, his palms became sweaty, and the crotch of his pants bulged before he could redirect his arousal.

“Why is this turning me on!?” asking himself as confusion coursed through him. Crossing his legs quickly, he finally managed to look away as the song ended. The two laughed and chatted lightly as they returned to their seats. Jillian looked over at Jason, seeing him stare off into space with his legs crossed, looking…different. A mischievous grin crossed her face and a predatory look flashed in her eyes.

“Oh noooo I feel sooooo dizzy,” she slurred purposely, stumbling over toward him before flopping back over the arm of his chair.

“Whoa!” Jason exclaimed, caught off guard. His hands moved on instinct to catch the woman, who had almost landed in his lap. Jillian burst into laughter as she stretched out in his arms that held her up, one around her back and the other under her knees.

“Hahaha, my hero,” she said, the wicked grin still plastered on her face. By now, she was pretty much wasted, her petite frame easily overwhelmed by the alcohol. Jason frowned slightly, glancing over at Mika, who seemed unfazed but still resting from the dance. Mika finished her drink and got up.

“Jill, another rum or whiskey?” Jason stared at her in surprise. Was she seriously going to get Jillian another drink?

“Whiskeeeey pleeeease,” slurred Jillian, drunkenly waving a hand at her friend before wrapping both arms around Jason’s neck. His deep scowl made it clear he wasn’t amused, especially with her dangerously close to the bulge pressing against his pants.

“Aww, why so gwumpy?”

“Just get off, Jillian,” he growled, trying to move her. But as he did, she slipped from his hold to land across his lap.

“Whoopsie! Hehehe,” she giggled wildly, sitting there with her ample rear pressing against his crotch. For just a moment, Jason marveled at how soft it felt, even through his pants. Feeling his hard-on get pressed down the left leg of his underwear brought him back to reality.

“Jillian... Please get off,” he pleaded, desperation in his voice.

“Haha, make me!” She teased as she continued to grind into his lap.

“You are the one that has your arm under my butt!” Jason’s face flushed deep red as he leaned back, covering his face with his hands. Everything dawned on her as she watched him cover his face with both hands.

“That’s not his arm?” she thought, now very confused. Wiggling a bit more in his lap, he throbbed with her movement. “It’s too small to be his arm, but too big to be his...” As the erection she was sitting on pulsed once more her thoughts were interrupted. A grin quickly crossed her face.

Just then, Mika returned with the drinks, taking a sip of her own.

“Mika, it’s like I’m sitting on a baseball bat!!” Jillian yelled out loud, actually surprising Mika for the first time in months. She nearly choked on her rum, hacking and sputtering. The situation was beyond awful as strong alcohol came out of her nose and shot down her windpipe. The dark-haired woman hastily set down the drinks and bolted to the bathroom.

“Jillian, please...” Jason groaned, feeling like he might die from embarrassment. He wanted to get the hell out of there, now!

Jillian, with only a hint of sobriety, swiveled to straddle Jason’s lap and grabbed his wrists. She pried them away from his face with surprising ease. He was too defeated to resist at this point. Looking at her, his heart nearly skipped a beat at the new soft expression he saw.

“Jason...” she spoke in a sultry, breathy tone.

“W-what?” barely managing to muster a response.

“If I asked you to… If I asked you to use my mouth… would you?” Jason couldn’t help but stare at her. She was biting her lip hard, her face flushed, practically pleading with him to agree.

“You want to… want me to…but why?”

Jason’s dick throbbed again under the softness of Jillian’s ass. She let out a little squeak and gasped lightly in response, before speaking again.

“Because I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I want to show you I can make it up to you. And I really want to make it up to you.” Pausing, she wetted her plump lips with her tongue.

“Even if you don’t forgive me completely, I know I can at least make you feel good. I’m good at it and… I need it as well. I need it so fucking bad,” she pleaded, clutching his shirt tightly, her desperate longing evident in the small gasps she let out each time she ground against him. Even with her grinding against his cock, his disbelief that she would ask for his forgiveness in such a way. It…made him a little angry. Forgiving all those years of hurt wasn’t something he’d ever really considered before. Now she wanted him to what? Fuck her mouth in exchange for it.

“This is fucked up.”