I watched as he removed the headphones, placing them gently to hang on the large microphones.
He then sauntered out of the room, walking towards me.

"How was it?" He questioned before placing his lips onto mine. I respond to the kiss, but shyly pull away.

"You did great," I answered, fanning my cheeks. Jay beamed at me.

Jay already knew that he was talented, so he didn't need my approval. He doesn't even need people to tell him that he is good.

"Babe," Jay spoke while pulling me closer to his body. The scent of his cologne filled my nose, and my eyes fluttered shut in response. "We should go on a date." I felt his lips on mine once more, but I delicately pushed him away.
Jay sent me a pout, jutting out his lower lip.

"Not in front of them," I whispered while gesturing around us.

"They won't care!" He whispered back.
So, I gave in.

My hand found the back of his neck, roughly pulling him closer so that he is at my level. Something flashed through his brown eyes, and I'm sure it was excitement. I lean in, waiting for him to close the gap. And he did.

His moistened lips reached mine, caressing them in a slow manner. So slow, that it was almost agony.

'What a tease!' My thoughts shouted at him.

His teeth then grazed my lower lip, nibbling it occasionally. I groaned impatiently, to which I felt him smile.

"So eager, baby." He said with a chuckle.

Jay kissed me lightly, with smooth and tender motions. I mimicked his actions, but let him take lead.

Then I felt his tongue swipe across my lower lip.
I refused to grant him entrance.

We continued kissing, and he continued begging to enter. When I didn't budge, he bit down on my lip.
I gasped in shock, and he took this as an opportunity to explore my mouth with his skilled tongue.

I soon pulled away, once hearing the cheers from many of the boys. My face heated, so I hid it against his toned chest.

His hand rubbed my back soothingly, understanding that I felt embarrassed.

"Alright, that's enough guys," Jay commanded out. They stopped immediately, yet snickers continued to fill the room.

"We should go," I mumble, voice muffled by his shirt.

"Yeah, sure." he answers, tugging me along to fetch his jacket that was laid on one of the couches.

Jay dropped my hand so that he could shrug on his black leather jacket.

"Ready?" He inquires, putting on his pair of black sunglasses.

"Sure," I state softly, grabbing his hand. He laces out fingers together, saying goodbye to the boys. I smile kindly to them, sending a wave.

As we exited, everyone that passed said goodbye to Jay. But there was one particular person that caught my attention.

A black dress hugged her body, showing off her curves. I let go of Jay's hand and cross my arms, feeling self-conscious. Jay looked down at me, but I remained silent.

"Jaebum!" she called, feigning a sweet, innocent tone. His head snapped the the girl, and I saw his eyebrows narrow.

She looked at him as if he were a piece of meat, biting her pouty lips. I watched her with an uncomfortable look.

'I don't like the way this is going,' my thoughts echoed over and over.

"Oh, yeah," he spoke. It was almost as if he were just now recognizing who this girl could be.

"I missed you so much," she whined. My face scrunched up, but no one was minding me.

"Uh..." Jay trailed off, shifting his weight to one foot.
Then her blue eyes flicker to me. She scans me up and down, not even trying to be subtle about it.
And that's when I realised who this was.

She saw the look on my face change, and I felt the energy in the room become a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh, I know you!" I accused, the smile growing on my face.

"Raina," Jay warns, but that doesn't stop me.

"You're the girl from the party-"

"Ok, we should go," Jay cuts me off while dragging me quickly. He winds passed the many walls and confused people, managing to get us out of there in less than a minute.

"What's this about?" I ask, still being tugged towards his vehicle.

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorts.

"What?" I inquire, shrugging dramatically. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"You're overreacting," he muttered while swinging open the car door. "Now, get in."

Not having to be told twice, I slid into his expensive car. Jay shut the door once I was fully inside, crawling in on the drivers side.

The car ride was uncomfortably quiet; the only noise being Jay's fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He was irritated, no doubt about that.
But I have a feeling that I am not the main trigger of his negative mood.
At least, I hope not.

A few minutes into the drive, I could already tell where he was headed. He was taking the route that lead to the beach, maybe to admire some more scenery.

I've never actually seen Jay swim or get inside water, though he has a pool of his own. I've come to the conclusion that maybe he just likes how water looks compared to how it feels.

Once we arrived to the beach, we did the usual actions of getting out of the car-- Jay opens the door for me, helping me out.

We walk down the wooded path that conveniently leads around the beach. The path is for people who just want to see the beach, rather than go on it.

Jay has still remained silent, staring blankly at the mass amounts of sand. I watch as he bends over, running the grains of sand through his fingers.

Kneeling down, I get at his level. My hand reaches out to caress his back. I'm not sure why I did it, but it felt like the best way to ease the tension at the moment.

His body visibly relaxed under my touch, and I heard him let out a sigh. Finally, he looks over to me.
But he still wasn't completely there.

"Don't be angry," I command, but it came out as more of a request. His lips purse into a thin line as Jay adverts his gaze to the body of water a few feet in front of us.

I grew anxious at his lack of response, eagerly waiting for words to leave his mouth. Maybe I'm not doing this right, but how should I know? I'm not exactly the best when it comes to interactions with other people.

Not soon enough, our silence was interrupted. But unfortunately, it was not the result of Jay speaking. It was his cell phone, ringing loudly.

Swiftly pulling it out of his pocket, Jay answers the phone call without even checking the name.

He greeted the person on the other line, happily. I could hear their voice echoing out of the speakers. Though what they were saying was misinterpret-able for me, I could still tell that the voice belonged to a female. The call was short and to the point, only lasting about a minute.

After Jay had hung up, he slid the device back into his pocket.

"Alright," he said. "I think it's time that I take you home."

"What? But we just got here."

"Yeah, and now we are just leaving."
Jay abruptly stands up, wiping off his dark jeans. He looks to me, waiting for me to stand up as well.

"Why are you like this?" I question, rising to my feet.
He scanned my face, but I couldn't grasp the look in his eyes.

For a short moment, Jay frowned. But he quickly covered it up before the blink of an eye.

"Doesn't matter," he spoke. "I'm taking you home now."

Well, at least he has the courtesy to take me home before he meets with another girl.

"Who was it?" I blurt, looking deeply into his brown eyes.

"What are you talking about?" He inquired back, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Your phone call, Jay. Don't play dumb."

"It wasn't anyone important," he states.

"Why was it a female?"

"You worry too much," he spoke while grabbing my wrist and tugging me in the direction of his car.

I decided to give up on trying to find out who it is, since I know that I cannot win this. Jay will not budge, and I need to wait until he is in a better mood.

Within minutes we arrive to my apartment; time seemed to pass very quickly.
Not even saying goodbye, I whip the door open and get out.

"Wait!" Jay calls, but I don't pay no attention.
I continue to walk up to my apartment, refusing to look back.

I hear his other car door open and shut, and footsteps nearing closer. He grabs my arm, roughly spinning me to face him.

"Are you angry?" He asks.

"That's what was so important for you to say?" I ask in awe.

"Raina-"

"Good bye, Jay" I cut him off, pulling from his grip.

___

"What's wrong with you?" Cassy asks, once I am inside.

"Nothing," I brush her off.
There is no sense in telling her my problem concerning Jay. She will just shove it in my face that she had been right this entire time, and that I should have never gotten involved with Jay.

"Is it boy problems?" She asks, as if reading my mind.

"Why do you always assume that my problems are centered around boys?"

"Because they usually are," she says with a laugh.
Shaking my head, I walk towards my room.

"I'm going to bed," I announce.

"Already? It's only-"

"Yes, already. I'll see you tomorrow," I cut in again, walking into my bedroom.

Tomorrow may bring new storms of information. I can't help but to hope it doesn't come soon.
For now, I will just have to lie awake in bed, wondering what it is that Jay is doing.

Maybe Cassy is right;
maybe I shouldn't have put my trust in Jay.