Jimmy

Jimmy loved the feeling of her with him; he was just so addicted to her. ONE SHOT

Jimmy: One Shot

At first, he really didn’t care. She was just a bitch to hang around, anyways.

Besides, he was Jimmy De Lione, half Korean, and half Italian. How much more sexier can you get?

He was slim, sure, but girls liked that kind of thing.

His hair was to his neck and was strained to his side, covering his cloudy, grey eyes. When he walked it was with the passion and feeling of God himself.

Oh yes, Jimmy De Lione was the rebel stoned guy who all the girls secretly wouldn’t mind getting with.

Oh and Jimmy loved his beautiful ladies of Angel Catholic High.

And believe him they weren’t as angelic as anyone thought.

They crowded him, like snakes with a mouse. Of course, with the mouse, you simply want to lick it, then devouring it whole.

It wasn’t until the mouse had the sudden courage to rip the snake from the inside and crawl out, of course.

That’s how Jimmy was.

Jimmy and his beautiful ladies.

It was then he met her.

Jimmy licks his lips as he still remembers her-

his most beautiful lady yet.

When they first met, she was praying in the one of the school’s churches. She had her fingers laced and held a deep, impression.

He sat by her, clutching his fist together before reaching out to feel her hair.

She gasped.

He smiled.

They made out in the church under God’s eyes.

She was as elegant as she was soft. Her strides were that of confidence, just like the way she kissed. Her clothes were always so nice and pressed, which was completely the opposite when they left the broom closet.

There was just one thing that bothered Jimmy.

One fucking thing.

He often fingered it, before reaching over to clasp it off, but she would slap his hand before shaking her head in disapproval.

Her bloody cross necklace.

“Why can’t I?” He growled. The cross was the same reason why she didn’t wear the necklace for Christmas, the reason she never…

Never slept with him.

“It’s my promise.” She would reply, just before reaching over to give him a quick kiss on the mouth. He, in return, would grab her shoulders before bruising her lips.

Of course, after her disapproval and make out session, he would turn and find another of his beautiful ladies and would enter her instead.

If was perfect.

Make out with one, then screw the other.

Except.

He would always walk in, her at church on the right side, and then his beautiful ladies on the left.

His beautiful ladies would wave to him over.

And she would have her hands tangled, praying to God.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked one day.

She placed her forehead on her clasped hands and replied, her smooth voice reaching his ears.

“I am praying.”

“Why.”

Wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

“Because I want to talk to him.” She said, and then she did the sign of the cross before standing up.

“You could talk to me,” he replied, resting his head in his open palm.

She lifted up her bible to cover her face before he could kiss her.

“I don’t want this anymore, Jonathan.”

Jimmy frowned.

No one called him by his real name. No one.

Except her.

His most beautiful lady.

He used to like the way she said it. It wasn’t forced, and it wasn’t appraised. It was just a name.

But now he didn’t like the way it sounded.

“You…don’t want this?” He hissed.

She was unaffected and turned to leave.

“We are in God’s house. Jonathan.”

“You think you’re pure?! You think you’re gonna be accepted into God’s house like this?! Let me tell you, I have seen you- no, I have tasted you, and I know you’re definitely not angelic.”

He grinned he got her. Sure, they never had sex, but screw it. He knew she wanted it.

She turned.

And gave a small smile.

Jimmy looked at her, wondering if she was to slap him.

“To resist temptation.” She whispered, “God will forgive. I could only wonder if you will do the same.”

She left then.

Jimmy scowled.

That night, he took three of his top beautiful woman, to ravish him beyond temptation, to forget that worthless bitch. Screw her, screw the church. He could watch it burn in hell for all he cared.

Burn.

He could watch it burn.

The next Sunday, early Sunday.

Jimmy set the church on fire.

Our Father, who aren’t in Heaven.

The fire engulfed the cross; the golden embroidered cloth was now in flames.

Hallowed be thy name

The confrontation rooms were thrashed.

The Kingdom come

The bread and fish were burning.

Thy will be done, on Earth as it is on Heaven

The prayer booths and chairs were now nothing but ashes in the red sky.

Give us this day our daily bread

The priests were dying.

And forgive us our trespasses

Yet, she wasn’t there.

As we forgive those who trespass against us

She wasn’t there to see the burning church?!

And lead us not until temptation

Where was she!? How could she miss this?!

But deliver us from evil.

Jimmy was greeted with silence as he realized she wasn’t coming.

Amen.

The next day, Jimmy had sought out to find her.

She wasn’t in the Church, of course.

How dare she miss out?!

But…she wasn’t studying in the dining room either.

He wanted to see her face!

To see her cry!

Jimmy arrogantly bit his lip and walked faster.

She wasn’t in her dorm.

She wasn’t in the library.

Now Jimmy was slamming each and every door open.

He had to find her!!

CRY FOR ME!!

He needed her!!

Jimmy bit his lip so that blood was coming out.

WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE?!

CRY AND SAY YOU NEED ME!!

WHERE IS-

She was in the garden.

She was kneeling in front of the statue of Mary, praying.

“Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.”

Jimmy fell to his knees and made a gruff.

She hastily turned to Jimmy, before making the sign of the cross and running towards him.

“Jonathan! What is wrong with you?!”

She cared, even at this moment.

And he…in return…

He burnt her fucking church down.

He did it for her!!

WHY WASN’T SHE YELLING?!

“Jonathan?”

She called his name again, but it was too late.

HATE ME!!

The school was evacuated.

No one had come to school because the Church was burned down.

HATE ME DAMN IT!!

Except for him…and her.

“Jonathan?”

She touched his shoulder and in return he pushed her to the ground.

I’ll make you hate me.

She yelled in surprise and gasped as he lusted lips met hers.

He ripped off her white, cotton top and plaid skirt.

She gasped and tried to pry him off.

He explored her body that no man has ever dared to touch.

She tried to knee him but he forced her down.

He pulled her white bloomers down and hastily undid his pants.

She tried to slap him but her hands were held down.

The rest was history.

Next day she was dressed in grey, torn and battered. Jimmy walked in and placed his arms around her waist and walked prideful down the hall.

They remained like that for a while.

She was one of his ladies, one of his favorite ladies.

Only she was allowed to kiss him on the lips.

Just her and her only.

She did everything as she was told, but….

She still wore that damn cross.

One night, as she lay on his bed reading a book, Jimmy was sprawled on his back, flipping through channels.

And he couldn’t help but notice she was fidgeting with her cross.

“Take it off.”

She jerked her head towards him and Jimmy motioned to his neck.

Grasping her cross, she looked offended, for the first time in weeks.

“No.”

Jimmy, growled before crawling over to her.

“Take it off.”

“No.”

“I said, take it off!’ Jimmy barked.

She flinched and shook her head, still clutching to the cross.

“Take it off, now!!” He screamed.

She pinched back the tears and still shook her head.

Jimmy cursed loudly and gave a hard slap across her face.

She started at him, holding her cheek.

And she still shook her head.

Jimmy yelled before punching her in the stomach. She gaped and he pulled her hair, raising her up.

“Take. It. Off.”

Gasping, she shook her head with as much effort as she could pull out.

Jimmy roared before punching the wall next to her head.

“WHY, DAMN IT?!”

She was scared now.

“WHY WON’T YOU?! PLEDGE ALLIANCE TO ME?!”

He looked up, hoping to see her cry.

Instead, she hugged him.

“There, there Jonathan.”

“No!! I have you!!”

I TOOK AWAY YOUR CHURCH!

“I know.”

I TOOK AWAY YOUR VIRGINITY.

“Hush now, the Lord is watching.”

I WANTED YOU.

“It’s okay.”

I wanted you to love me like you loved him.

“Let’s go, Jonathan.”

I wanted you to look at me like you did him.

Jimmy got up and his beautiful lady grasped his hand before walking him out.

I want to be loved, too.

And the angel took the demon with her, and forgave him seven times seventy times.