A NEW FACE

'This is NOT happening!' she took deep breaths to calm her out of control heart beat. She tightened her grip on the sheets as the three men stared at her. Her cheeks flushed as the duo behind the pizza guy burst into histerical laughter, Connor almost doubled over and had to support himself on a miniature bookshelf while Fred leaned against the room's wall.

"Di...Dianne?" was all Jacob managed to mutter out as he stared right at her, his thoughts clashing against his skull, ushering in an ache, but not from his head, rather within his breast.

He stood rooted at the same spot, the duo's laughter behind him irritating his skin. He was enraged. Who wouldn't? When you just walked in on your girlfriend, sprawled on a King sized bed, and two guy's jizz over her?! Jacob wanted to hit something. His senses shunned off the outside world as he receded within his thoughts, memories of him and the girl on the bed playing out before his mind's eye.

Dianne had the opportunity to settle down and reign in her sudden panic since Jacob just stood there, unmoving like a statue. His eyes appeared to have lost more luster and dropped a shade, almost appearing as black. The youth was outright indifferent to all that had just exploded into his face. No anger, no blaming, no begging, nothing! He kept his gaze on her, heck, she wasn't even being registered in his mind and this was pissing her off, an anger rising from the depths of her abdomen, overshadowing the wisps of guilt gnawing at her conscience.

Fred and Connor had long since recovered from their hysteria as the joke had lost it's meaning. It was stupid to keep laughing at a rock! Jacob was not reacting as per the script. They were expecting a scene that would have entertained them, because a cuckolding would never not be funny until it happens to you. 'What a loser!' Fred berated his classmate.

"...ob...cob...Jacob...JACOB!" a frustrated voice pulled him out of his stupor. Once again, Jacob focused on Dianne, her black eyes hardening the more he held her gaze.

Jacob felt a grabbing at his heart, a clawing at the strings holding him together. Dianne rose from the beddings, all the embarrassment of being watched by three males seemingly not bothering her in the slightest. Fred's shaft began to stir the moment he laid eyes on the curve of her hips; his stamina fully reguvenated. Connor's breathing was labored, and was raring to resume from where they had stopped; courtesy of the arrival of the pizzas.

Dianne sashayed and stood a couple of paces before Jacob, and the delivery guy found himself deploying all of his willpower to rein in the urge to throw up. Right now, before his very eyes, Jacob felt an aversion towards his cheating girlfriend. Mind you, she was not ugly by all applicable standards, but she reeked of various sweat and fluids.

"What are you...no, why the hell are you here?" her voice was raised, trying to intimidate the poor guy, after all, in her eyes, Jacob was at fault for 'burging' in and finding her in such a situation.

Her delusions stroked at her ego and it solidified her stance, besides, a guy should always apologize to his girlfriend in these type of situations right? However, her current chain of thought was biased since she had failed to understand the type of person Jacob is; he was quiet all the time, but he was in no way a pushover. He could tank all the disrespectful remarks aimed at him as he simply did not care; Jacob was a bookworm, yes, that being said, he was not emotionally detached to not be able to read in- between the lines.

Without bothering to answer her, Jacob turned and headed for the door, letting her words hang in the air for whomever it might concern. Dianne's lips parted slightly, even so, she grit her teeth and stomped towards the pizza staff. She outstretched her arm and grasped at his elbow. How dare he walk out on her! She opened her mouth ready to chew out at his ear but then Jacob yanked his arm back, pulling at the unexpecting woman and throwing her off balance.

"What the hec-" Dianne gulped down her remaining words as her eyes widened.

In all the time she had spent with Jacob, Dianne had come across a couple of his expressions. And those were on rare occasions infact. But this, this was an alien expression his features were revealing to her. A new face. His light brown skin had formed folds just above his brows, and his nose was scrunched up, with his lips slightly parted; at this close a proximity, Dianne was able to distinguish his eyes, and the yellow was more prominent right now. This was undeniably a face of disgust. The type one pulled when taking out the trash and the garbage juice leaks all over your leg.

With no further words to be said, Jacob advanced out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Yo! What about the pizza mon...ah, he's already left," Connor stashed back the bills into his pocket with a shrug and inched closer to the flabbergasted woman. With one hand, he grabbed at her backside while unbuckling his belt with the other; his head was occupied with the upcoming good time that he failed to notice the slim hand approaching his face.

SLAP!

The crisp sound cleansed his thoughts as the pain washed over his right cheek. The slap was so unexpected that he lost balance and stumbled back, dropping on his ass with a stupid look on his face. He hadn't the slightest idea of what he had done wrong to deserve such sudden retribution.

'Women are hard to get!' Connor picked himself from the floor, his mood sour. Was she not in the mood to continue? Why though?

Indeed, why? Dianne too could not place her finger on the actual reason for her lashing out. Within her heart was a Whirlpool of emotions and that lecherous pig's touch made her skin crawl. The look Jacob had directed towards her had doused the heat between her legs. She felt scared, angry, regret, and even slight lust? But not towards the two men in the same room as her, but the one that had just left.

Dianne bit her nails as she could no longer understand what she was thinking. Behind her, Fred erupted into laughter, earning the stupefied gazes from the duo and he took a while to calm down. Unlike Connor, who thought more with his lower head than his actual brains, Fred was adept in reading the room and knew of the distress the young woman was in.

"Alright guys, we're still on video, let's pick up from where we left, what do you say?" Fred announced, laugh lines still etched on his face, Connor literally beamed at this suggestion but Dianne was not all that co-operative.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I am going home," she added, clearly not in the mood for all of this, Dianne just desired some peace and quiet to ponder over what had transpired between her and her boyfriend...well, ex-boyfriend now.

But Fred was having none of that,"I said, the film is still rolling, so get your ass on that bed and spread your legs!"

His voice had lost the touch of amusement as his brown eyes dulled over. Fred was not going to take a no for an answer, the way his aura had drastically shifted sent off alarms inside Dianne's head. She planned on retorting but caught a glimpse of Connor at the tail of her eye; he was shaking his head at her, his lips pressed into a grim line. That frightened her enough and she dragged herself towards the large bed resigning herself to her fate. If only she had someone to bail her out of this...if only she had a reliable boyfriend!